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Teacher Undressed Ch. 01

By: StoryTeller07



During the summer William worked with his uncle, helping out with a stage act. Uncle Samuel was a hypnotist, and he was pleased to see William had a natural talent. Back in school William made a presentation to the class, as a part of an English Language lesson. He had been the only one to volunteer, so he nervously introduced the subject of hypnotherapy.

The teacher was reluctant to joined in, for obvious reasons. He promised not to make her do anything silly, and assured her it was a scientific demonstration to show how the subconscious worked. He avoided telling her anything about the stage act, and that it was a bawdy men's show. When the class encouraged her with promises to work hard, she agreed.

Miss Grant was relieved when it was over, after he merely established she couldn't move an arm while under the influence of hypnosis. What she didn't know was that her mind had been prepared for further suggestions.

"The class will now write a report on William's demonstration. The report should be in the style of a newspaper article. No Julian, it doesn't have to be in columns. Get on with it then," Miss Grant firmly stated.

While reading William's work a certain phrase was encountered. An instruction followed, with the order to consciously forget reading the paragraph. 

***

Next day she walked into class wearing a light summer dress. This was totally unlike Miss Grant, who wore trouser suits. The dress was short, and low cut, though still well within the school dress code for teachers. As arranged, William's fellow students made no comment about the unusual attire. 

Miss Grant taught the extra class after school to help the six guys to pass a necessary English Language exam. She was pleased with their attentiveness after battling to gain their interest. 

After the class William had never been so popular. 

"Come on Will, you can do more than that!" Julian encouraged.

"Yea, man, she's a real eye full. You've got to get that top undone!" Brian enthused.

Brian was fascinated with tits, so this remark hit home. It was dangerous to fool around with a teacher, or anyone else, as his uncle had explained. Still, it was an interesting idea. If she looked uncomfortable he would have to call a halt to the game.

***

Next day he left a note on her desk, and watched avidly as she read it. She dropped it into the waste basket, as though it didn't exists. 

"Miss Grant, would you help me with this paragraph, it doesn't seem right," he asked.

Instead of asking him to her desk, she walked over to him. Bending low over the book, she pointed out improvements. The guys behind her were making gestures, barely able to keep quiet. The hem wasn't outrageously short, though enough to show off her thighs. 

William was staring down her cleavage, revealed after a couple of buttons had been undone. The commands were going well. The others in class asked for help too. She smiled at them, while unaware that she was showing off a deep cleavage, and too much thigh. 

He figured she would be comfortable dressed like that away from school, so it wasn't outrageous enough for her to fight the commands. He didn't want to go much further, in case she snapped out of the influence and became angry with him. He could be expelled for such an outrage against a teacher. 

***

The next day she walked in looking perfectly calm and ready for the class as usual. William wondered if she had followed the instruction left on her desk at lunch time. It had been risky leaving it there, as someone else could have read it. They wouldn't be influenced by it, but would wonder what was going on, and the game would be over.

She dropped the bag beside her desk, then decided something was needed. Facing away from the students she bent over to retrieve a book. She bent over with a straight leg bend, as instructed. The dress was shorter and a lighter material than yesterday. The guys quietly gasped on seeing she was wearing stockings held up by suspenders. 

That was Julian's idea. William waited for something else to happen. She sat at her desk, flicking through a book. After a moment or two, she sat back and began waving it before her, with her head craned back. Long dark hair hung over her shoulders, and she spread her legs apart. 

She put the book down to flick open the top button, then another. William had been fervently wishing for that. During the day she had been wearing a slip under the light cotton dress, but she clearly wasn't now. Just before this class she had removed it, as instructed.

The guys were trying to concentrate on the books open on their desks. Eyes kept on returning to the teacher with her legs spread, leaning back, fanning herself. She was an attractive thirty-one year old woman, with an hour glass figure. It wasn't her figure that attracted them, it was that she was a teacher, and they were controlling her.

"Could you help with this paragraph, Miss Grant?" William asked. 

To his delight she popped another button, and walked to his desk. She leant closely over him. To his surprise her breasts were fuller than expected. In those staid business suits it had been difficult to tell. He managed to keep his eyes off her tits, some of the time. The instruction not to notice their stares was working.

After reading the paragraph she stood up looking unsure of what to do. This was it. She had reached the limits of her co-operation. If she snapped out of the influence now he would be in big trouble. It wouldn't take much to associate him with what she had been doing. Getting his teacher to flaunt her body in a lewd way wasn't just a matter of expulsion, it was probably illegal. 

He gulped from the tension of waiting for her reaction. The guys didn't help one bit, for they were intently staring at her.

"I feel hot, is it just me?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss, its hot in here," Julian agreed. Speaking too loudly from nerves, he shut up. The others were too nervous to speak, they just nodded their heads.

The frown on her face said it all. She was wondering why she was undoing another button on the dress. Two more had it undone. "I'm not sure," she quietly murmured, to no one in particular. 

William only just caught what she said. He was staring at a glimpse of bra between the open folds of the dress, unable to take his eyes from it. 

"I shouldn't. Why am I? It is warm in here. . . Though, maybe, it's acceptable. Perhaps it's alright. It is warm in here," she murmured.

She walked to the corner of the room, shrugged off the dress, and hung it up on a coat hook.

When she turned around every one, including William, heavily sighed. She was short and slim, with large firm breasts. The sensible underwear covered her body more than a bikini would, but it was more impressive for being underwear. A teacher standing in class in her underwear was more thrilling than a naked woman at the beach.

"Could you help me with this paragraph?" William managed to croak. 

"Didn't I already? I guess not. Of course," she murmured, looking confused.

Bent over his desk he couldn't help ogling her breasts, which were almost in his face. He wasn't even aware of his friends staring at her ass. The paragraph was soon read through. It emphasised again that she would be unaware of the instructions, and would be perfectly comfortable in this class whatever she wore, or didn't wear.

"You'll all need to be careful with section three. It's tricky, so I'll show you how to interpret it," Miss Grant stated. She was perfectly at ease once more, and felt comfortable in the normal teaching routine.

Stepping up to each of the guys in turn, she bent close over their desks to read their assignments. Each guy had a close up view of her tits while she bent over their work. With a straight leg bend, the others received a grand view of her rear. Her peachy ass was covered in a sensible pair of panties, pulled tight when she bent over. Receiving a pleasant smile, and an eyeful of her tits, produced enough tent poles for a camping vacation.

Again after class the guys gathered around William with ideas. Most had to be refused as being too outrageous. 

"We've got to keep this to ourselves. No one must know, or the game will be over," William warned them.

"OK! But you've got to carry on, it's just so fucking brilliant," Brian enthused.

"You've got to get that bra off," one of them demanded.

"Slowly. That's the plan. It's got to be gradual, or she won't go along with it. No, I can't get her to do just anything! She has to be comfortable with it," William hesitantly said. He was wondering why she was submitting to this at all. 

***

During a morning break he sneaked into her classroom to leave a note. It was a bit risky, but he felt an overwhelming urge to go through with it. At lunchtime he hung around the parking lot, wondering if she would respond to the latest instruction. Sure enough she drove off, and he hoped it was to a mall.

The end of school couldn't arrive soon enough for any of the class of six. 'Easy Six', they called themselves.

She walked in, hung up the dress, and turned around.

"It's nice to see I have your full attention. Enthusiasm for class work will help you in the exams. They are important to your future, so work hard, and concentrate," Miss Grant stated. 

Something about the class had bothered her recently. She couldn't grasp what it was, though a class of eighteen year olds were always up to something. Avoiding work was honed to an art form. If only they would spend as much effort on class work as they did on avoiding it.

The determination to be firmer with them was working. She had their full attention, and meant to keep it for the rest of the hour. She stood with hands on hips with a determined look on her face. Feeling confident, she was completely unaware of being dressed only in underwear, and high heels.

At lunch time she had driven to a mall to buy a friend's birthday present. Just before the class started she forgot about the friend, and changed into the new set of underwear.

William was mesmerised by the sexy image, as much as his friends were. The red bra matched the pair of panties and suspender belt. Instead of the comfortable old underwear she wore before, these were filmy, lacy, and racy. The stockings had a silky red sheen to them. He was disappointed not to have suggested she buy a pair of red high heels, as the black flat shoes she usually wore looked out of place.

The guys played their part by not ogling her, not that she would notice. They took notice of William's instructions as much as their teacher was. Their incentive was not to spoil the show. If one of them had broken the rules, everyone else would have pounced on him.

As usual she walked among them to check their work. It was a good idea to do this as it made them feel able to ask more questions. She felt happy to oblige them, as they were responding so well. They were working hard, and paying attention to what she said. Their eyes were glued to her with interest, which was a refreshing change from the usual bored expressions.

"I'm glad to see you are so interested in English language. Your enthusiasm is heartening," she said, at the end of the lesson.

As they filed out she slipped the dress on, gathered her things together, and left school for home. The first couple of weeks it had been difficult to gain their co-operation, as they disliked the idea of extra lessons. Now she felt glad to have taken on the class. The extra pay was welcome too.

It was Friday and she planned a quiet weekend. May put the dress and under-slip in the wash, together with the usual white sensible underwear. The new red underwear she completely ignored, as though it weren't there. 

***

On Saturday she ate the usual muesli for breakfast. Rabbit food her ex-boyfriend called it. Glancing in a mirror she stopped short of the bedroom. She wasn't wearing a housecoat, just underwear. It wasn't that warm. She checked the air-conditioning to find it was on, and functioning.

She shrugged and went to the bedroom to finish getting dressed. There was no one in the house, so it didn't really matter that she had absently roamed around in her underwear.

"I must be getting sloppy from living alone," she mused.

She hesitated going into the underwear store, as the displays were too racy for her. It wouldn't hurt to look. Besides, she needed to try harder to please when she met someone new. Her ex had criticised the way she dressed, and tried to encourage her into more sexy underwear. Perhaps if she had he might still be around, and helping with the mortgage.

***

The new week began as it had left off Friday afternoon. Their teacher wore a dress instead of a trouser suit, which was removed and hung up. The red underwear was still impressive, but they had the urge to move on to a more daring show. 

Standing by Williams desk, Miss Grant pushed a hand behind her back. 

"Are you all right, miss," William asked. 

"I've an itch I can't reach," she complained.

"Let me help, I'll scratch it for you," he offered.

The guys stared unseeing at their books with crossed fingers, hoping this would work. Out of the corner of their eyes, craning toward William, they saw her perch on his desk. They watched him scratch her back. They all knew what the plan was, so held themselves in check, hoping for more. 

"That's fine, thank you William," she warmly said. 

Continuing on her rounds she again stopped by William. "Oh, bother. That itch is back, could you?" she asked. "You don't mind?" 

"Sure," he said, sounding very unsure.

He scratched her back which would have been thrilling, except he had a more daring plan. 

"I can't get at it," he quietly said.

"Bother. This thing is in the way. The itch is driving me crazy," she complained.

His teacher faced him while perched on the edge of the desk, in the new flimsy, red underwear. Her hand was clasping the catch between the cups of the bra. A frown furrowed her brow, and her eyes were just slits. A deep unease crossed her face, and her hands were trembling.

This was a dangerous moment. She was obviously fighting the suggestion.

"I, I, shouldn't, really, but. . . It's driving me crazy," she whispered.

He watched the fingers deftly pinch the clasp. She held the bra together for a long moment, then let it slip, to dangle in the fingers of one hand. She turned around to sit on the edge of his desk, facing the class. 

Her breasts sagged a little, which they all noticed without criticism. Every movement was seriously studied, as though it might be an exam question. 'How large are your teachers breasts, and how firm are they?' That would make the exam more popular.

"Hope you don't mind scratching the itch, its driving me crazy," she murmured.

Unable to reply, he rubbed and scratched her bare back. It would be his turn to see her breasts, just as soon as he satisfied her. The others watched her squirm with pleasure, noting every wobble of the impressive breasts. 

At last she stood up, so he could briefly see those lovely tits balanced above him. She covered them up while trying to clip the bra back on. It was no good, she wouldn't be able to, however hard she tried. 

"Can I help," William suggested. He held out his hand which shook slightly.

"What? I, I'm not sure. Why? It's my. . . I must put it on. I can't seem to. I need help. Help me," Miss Grant said, sounding vague and unsure.

A fleeting idea that it was wrong to be handing her bra to a student faded away. The command to let William help her began to win her over. She couldn't fix it, so it was kind of him to offer his help. She handed him the bra, looking worried. 

She bent over his work making suggestions, while his fingers fiddled with the bra. His eyes were on her breasts hanging before him. The nipples brushed his book. He needed to do more than brush his cock. It ached with frustration. It was then that he decided to push her as far as possible, and damn the consequences!

"It'll take me awhile to fix this. Before the end of class alright?" he promised.

Her eyes were transfixed upon the bra. "I should be wearing it, not showing it in class. . . It's wrong. I need to wear it. Please help me. I need you to fix it," she murmured. 

"Don't worry, I'll have it fixed for you Miss Grant,"

"OK. Thanks," she said, still intently watching him fiddling with the bra catch.

The worried look creased her face, as she reluctantly walked back to stand by her desk. She took a deep breath, raising the large breasts up. The display was impressive. The guys couldn't avoid looking at her with expectant faces. 

"The results of the last test were excellent. You all did very well. I'm pleased with the attention you have paid in class," she firmly stated. The worried look cleared, as she relaxed into the usual routine.

When she bent over them to look their work over they had a close up view of her large breasts. She gave a little wiggle while bent over Brian, and he sighed at the sight of them jiggling. They were so close he could have leaned forward to kiss a nipple. Everyone had been warned to keep their hands away from them. Pushing her too far, too quickly, would ruin everything so they kept to the deal. 

They avidly watched her ass wiggle while bent over. The thin lacy panties gripped her ass tight. The stockings and suspender belt wonderfully framed her peachy ass. As she walked around the classroom the panties pulled up between her cheeks. While bent over Julian's desk, she ran a finger under the back, to pull them out of her crack. He nearly cum on seeing them pulled tight over her pussy lips. 

When she spoke to one of them they looked directly at her, rather than looking away, the way adolescents tended to do. She was pleased with the way they avidly paid attention to lessons. By the end of the hour she was in no doubt that she was doing the right thing. Though she was still wondering what it was that had caught their imagination.

"See you all tomorrow, same time, same class," she quipped, as they filed out. 

They were pleased to see her standing by her desk, seemingly calm and confident, even though she was naked above the waist.

After class William agreed with their outrageous ideas, or at least some of them. 

"Wow! What a pair," Brian laughed.

"Nice nipples," Julian agreed.

"No touching guys. She's bound to snap out of it, then we are all in trouble," William warned them, yet again.

"Come on Will. They're so great, they've got to be fondled. I don't know how I kept my hands off them," Brian complained.

"We'll see how it goes. You have to promise me, when I decide to call it quits, that's it," he firmly stated.

"Sure, you're the boss," Julian agreed, and the others confirmed the deal.

"Whatever you say, man," Brian reluctantly nodded.

***

Miss Grant walked in and casually undressed, as though removing a coat in winter. William figured he had better put some restrictions on that action, in case someone was in the classroom. If they heard someone in the corridor she would automatically walk into the storeroom.

In the frilly brief red underwear she walked to her desk. She put a hand up her back, and cricked her neck, trying to get at an itch. She unclipped the bra and dropped it into her bag. The itch disappeared.

"Nice to see you all here early. I really appreciate all the hard work you're putting in, and the excellent concentration in class. Well done everyone," Miss Grant said.

"Thanks, Miss," Brian brightly beamed. It took him a moment to realise she was mistaking their attention to her body for concentration on work. She was right in a way. William and Julian had them working hard at lunchtimes, and even over the weekend. Still, if it kept the sex bomb happy, why not.

She picked up the note from William's desk and read it on her tour of desks. 


Teacher Undressed Ch. 01



At each desk she stopped to lean over a student's work. She gave them a big smile and accidently rubbed her breast against a cheek. She also wiggled her ass, and jiggled her beasts. It was a small step forward, but he needed to be sure she was comfortable with being undressed, and showing off her breasts.

Brian was so tempted to grab a hold of her tits, it took all his willpower to resist. He knew how to psych himself up for a football game, but this was so different.

***

William hesitated over the next command. For two days he merely reinforced the existing instructions, getting her comfortable with the way things were. Most were still enthralled over having their teacher walk around the classroom in her panties. Brian was drooling over the sight of her breasts, so he was happy. 

Julian fiercely glared at him, and made hand signals. William slipped the note out of a pocket to leave it on the edge of the desk. As the teacher passed she scooped it up and read it, while blissfully moving between the students. 

Billy and Tom wanted her to wear a thong, but Julian insisted they go all the way. The two guys also wanted to see more of her ass, so they agreed. It was obvious Julian wanted to see her pussy, though he avoided saying it. They all decided it would be the greatest thing ever, to see their teacher completely naked in class. 

At the front of the class she fidgeted behind her desk. The teacher scratched around the back and sides of the panties, then pulled at them. She looked uncomfortable, and became agitated. Eventually she hooking fingers in the sides of the panties, pulled at them, then let go of them. 

The guys tried hard not to watch the fascinating show. William had warned them she might refuse, and even worse, she might snap out of the hypnotic influence. What would happen if she awoke from the hypnotic state, while standing half naked before six students? As one, they willed her on. Would she or wouldn't she?

The look on her face changed from frustration to irritation, then on to annoyance. Her fingers pushed into the top of the panties, and slipped them down her legs. The guys could see them under the desk, pooled around her feet. She stooped to pick them up, and dropped them in a bag next to her desk.

Nothing was different, for they couldn't see her bottom half behind the desk. She looked nervous and unsure. Her breathing was rapid, almost gasping. A look of consternation rippled across her features, alternating with fear.

"Could you help me with this question, Miss," Julian asked.

William looked at him with a fierce look, thinking it was too soon to move her from behind the desk. Sweat broke out on her forehead, and she mopped it.

"I. Just. Give me, a moment. Can't think straight. I must. . . Routine," she gasped. 

She seemed to collapse over the back of the chair. After a moment she straightened up, and thrust out her breasts in a familiar pose. She just stood still looking bemused. Her hands twitched, then grabbed the back of the chair. The whites of her knuckles showed as she gripped it so tight. The chair hadn't been sat in for several days, as she had been ordered to continuously tour the classroom. 

Their teacher stood upright, arched her back, and smiled. The decision had been made, that everything was alright, and she should carry on as usual. Hesitantly she appeared from behind the desk. Instead of walking directly toward Julian, she went close to William's desk, as though needing reassurance.

The whole class intently watched, with their eyes burning her pubic hair. The shape of her sex contorted with every step. It was the most fascinating show, ever. It was fortunate she had been ordered not to notice their stares. 

Her steps were slow and hesitant. By the time she reached Julian, she was able to smile. A weak version of the beaming confident smile she usually gave. She bent low over his desk, with her pussy inches from his hand. If only he could touch her. He took a furtive look at her lips, while she fussed over a section of his work. He didn't hear a word of her advice, so would have to ask William what to do later. It was so important to keep her happy, he was willing to work hard on the lesson later.

The other guys watched the straight leg bend over their friends desk. Her heart shaped ass was all they hoped it would be. There was even a glimpse of lips protruding between the tightly clenched thighs. Everyone made sure she bent over them, for the others to ogle her ass. Spirits were high, yet they managed to keep themselves under control.

As they filed out of class Miss Grant got dressed. The enthusiasm she received for the lesson was gratifying, yet she felt something was wrong. Their work rate had soared, and they did well in the unexpected test set this evening. Despite being told by a colleague that she had got through to them, and somehow clicked with the class, she felt uneasy.

The feeling was with her on the drive home, until she stepped into the house and changed from her work clothes. It was Friday so she had the whole weekend to forget about work. 

A quick shower to wash off the smell of school and she was all set to relax with a movie. She let the introduction to a film play then froze the DVD. A chilled bottle of wine was ready, but she waited for the pizza to be delivered before pouring a glass. It wouldn't help keep her in trim, but there was a nagging need for comfort food. 

The doorbell chimed, and she opened the door before it stopped vibrating.

"Hi!" the guy smiled. 

May was mildly surprised on receiving more than the usual grunt. Maybe he remembered she always tipped. She had been a waitress to earn extra cash while in college, and appreciated efficient service.

"Having a good night?" she asked, and smiled at him.

"No, up until now," he laughed.

He looked her up and down in the familiar male way. She was about to tell him not to be cheeky, but his genuine smile won her around. 

"I guess most people don't appreciate what you do," she said. Thinking he was talking about tips was a reminder that he was right on time, and the pizza was still hot.

She bent over a bag dropped on the floor as she arrived home. Fishing out a small note she smiled at him again. 

"Thanks for delivering it on time," she said, and went to close the door.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Are you a naturist or something?" he asked.

She wanted to eat the damn pizza before it went cold. 

"Err, no I'm an English Language teacher," May answered. 

She hadn't be listening, and wondered why he was asking if she were a naturalist. Closing the door, she noticed a poster of the Amazon on the wall behind her. He must have been staring at it, rather than her. Passing the colourful picture every day, it was easy to forget it was there.

She glanced in a full length mirror with a hand reaching to adjust her hair. She froze. The pizza box slipped from her fingers. She wasn't wearing a housecoat, or hardly anything at all.

"Shit!"

Turning toward the door, the whole sequence rolled through her mind. She had brazenly stood before that guy in brief red underwear. It was embarrassing recollecting that she bent over to reach into the bag for a tip, right in front of him. The panties were see-through, with scarcely any bottom coverage. 

He hadn't asked if she were a naturalist. Standing there unawares, meant she had been unaffected by her near nakedness, so he assumed she was a naturist. There was no way she could bring herself to be naked among strangers, yet she had blithely opened the door in her underwear.

Picking up the pizza box she was thankful it hadn't spilled and marked the carpet. Sitting nibbling at a crust, she wondered what in hell was going on. Was she losing her mind? What other mistakes was she making? Had others noticed she was losing her mind, and too polite to mention it. One thing she didn't question, was when had she bought the red underwear.

***

The following Monday at a department meeting, May tried to concentrate on the principal's boring speech. It was tiring trying to double check everything she did. Nothing had cropped up, except the usual small, everyday incidents. This meeting hadn't been forgotten about, unfortunately.

"May," Vicky whispered, while pulling at her arm. 

"What is it?" May quietly asked. She stepped away from the window, with an insistent tug at her elbow.

The principal wound up, and everyone tried not to sigh, 'at last'. 

"What is it?" May asked. Vicky was a new teacher like her, though they didn't have much else in common.

"Your dress, no slip. You were standing in the light from the window," Vicky said, with a sympathetic smile.

It took a moment for May to catch on. "Oh! Hell! Was anyone staring?" May quickly asked.

Vicky shrugged.

May looked at the teachers shuffling out. Without thinking she spoke out loud. "I've been forgetful recently. Has anyone said anything?" May asked, and immediately regretted it.

"No, not that I've heard. What kind of things?" Vicky asked, with a wrinkled brow of concentration.

"Nothing really, just small things. It's probably because I've taken on too much work. The evening classes," she explained.

"Don't worry, the principal didn't notice. He's too full of himself to notice anyone else," she laughed.

May laughed with her, though it was still a worry. Opening the front door in her underwear, and now this. Not so dramatic as last night in front of the pizza guy, yet still it bothered her. Walking down the corridor to her classroom, she wondered why, and when the decision had been made to wear short dresses to school. With a slip underneath the dress it was within the dress code, without one, it was going a bit too far.

"William," May said, to gain his attention. 

"Hi Miss Grant," William answered. They were a few paces from the classroom, and he was worried why she had stopped him. 

May too was wondering why she had spoken to him. An uneasy feeling crept over her. A tenuous connection between recent troubled thoughts, and William, made her shudder. The attention these guys paid her had something to do with her forgetfulness. 

"William," she began, only to falter. There was something in the back of her mind that couldn't be reached.

"Your uncle, is he a therapeutic hypnotist?" she asked. The question came from nowhere. 

"Yes, miss," William lied.

"Oh. I was just wondering, that's all. You're progressing very well. Full marks in the last test," she said, trying, yet unable to raise a smile.

"Thanks, miss," William said, sounding relieved. 

The command for her not to remember being hypnotised had held, though she was obviously under a strain. It was no wonder, considering what they were doing to her. 

May walked into the classroom, slipped the dress off, and hung it on a coat hook. Reaching behind her back she held onto the clasps of the bra for a moment. Something troubled her and it clearly showed. Facing away from the students she tried to recall what it was that seemed wrong about being here. 

Shaking her head of the doubts, she continued changing for the lesson. The bra and panties were dropped into her bag, and she slipped the dress back on. She turned to teach the attentive eighteen year olds. It was no wonder she felt apprehensive. They were staring at her as though she were a saint. The smiles of adoration were discomforting. Now she was back into the usual routine she felt much better.

As usual she walked among them, when her hand brushed William's desk on passing. Unconsciously she read the note, without registering that there had been one. Crumpling it up she dropped it into a waste basket and carried on. While making suggestions to improve their work she began unbuttoning the dress.

Bending over Brian's desk, a breast stroked his cheek. She stopped dead for a moment with a familiar feeling of uncertainty. 

"This doesn't seem right miss, what do you think?" Brian asked.

"Err. You've changed the tense from past to present, that's all," she advised. 

She watched him re-write the passage, and regained her composure. Everything was normal and routine, she reasoned. Once more back at William's desk she edged her bottom onto it. She sat with her legs open, one dangling, swinging gently as though in a breeze. While talking to the class in this relaxed and informal pose, the previous unease dropped away.

While talking she pressed a nipple with her arm. A moment later she rubbed it with her wrist. The short lecture finished with appreciative murmurs from the students. She felt comforted from their attention, and well thought out questions. They really were taking notice of her. If only her daytime class were as studious as these guys, her life would be a lot easier.

"William. Would you mind scratching an itch for me?" she asked.

When she swivelled round on his desk to face him, her legs separated, showing off her crotch even more than before. Her breasts were in his face, thrust out at him as directed in the note.

"Of course, miss. Where?" he asked. The innocent look on his face was faltering. He wondered if he could keep a neutral look on his face much longer.

"Err. My, err, just here," she hesitantly spoke. For some reason there was something wrong with asking someone to scratch an itch. It was difficult to focus on what the problem was, or where the itch was. Remembering how good it felt last time he scratched an itch, she persisted with the request.

"I don't think it's proper for me to scratch myself in class. Would you mind doing it for me?" she asked.

William hesitated. From the corner of his eye the shadowy movements were obviously his friends frantically encouraging him. He had warned them not to take any notice, and to act as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

"It's really irritating. Could you scratch my, err, just here, please," she asked, with a hushed voice. There was a strange look of doubt across her face, which was becoming a familiar sight.

"Please, help me," she whispered. 

Her voice was heavily loaded with a plea for help. He wondered if she was asking for release, rather than to be scratched.

William watched his hand move toward her breast as though someone else was controlling it. All four fingers and thumb gently gripped the nipple. An imperceptible touch wasn't enough. 

"Harder please, William," she whispered. "If you don't mind," she added.

The fingers tightened around the nipple, and he pulled upon it. 

"The other one too," she gasped.

Both hands cupped her breasts with fingers trapping the nipples between them. He rolled her breasts around, playing with them as though they were bread dough. Not that he had ever attended domestic science classes to know how that felt. These were soft and delicious, far more so than bread dough. 

She was pulled around by her breasts to face him, while still sitting on his desk. He let go of a breast to manoeuvre a leg over his. He looked down between her breasts at her crotch. The fine hairs were moist! He wanted to touch her down there so badly. Knowing he couldn't was painful. 

The hardness of his cock provided a greater determination to push her all the way. It would definitely have to be gradual, as he didn't want to fail after this. His teacher was sitting on his desk naked! Her legs were spread either side of him, with her feet on the edges of the chair. He had her breasts in his hands, while she leaned back letting him play with them.

The other guys were growing restless, so before they became rebellious he had to let those wonderful orbs go. He guided her back to the edge of the desk, and reluctantly let go of her magnificent tits. His head spun over the idea of the sexiest teacher in school letting him pump her tits. It just couldn't stop there.

When she stood up looking bemused, the whole class was silent with expectation. She looked around the classroom with a look of confusion, then shook it off. Her breasts wobbled delightfully. 

"Thank you William," she said, sounding dazed. 

On bare feet she continued to stroll around the classroom, making occasional comments on their work.

Brian asked about something and awkwardly patted the desk. Miss Grant eased her bare bottom onto the edge of his desk. 

Blinking rapidly she asked him, "Would you mind scratching me here, the itch is driving me crazy." Her words were quiet and hesitant. She looked as though presented with a particularly difficult maths question.

He didn't need encouraging, as William had. He took a firm grip of her breasts and pulled her close. She leaned back with her eyes closed, pushing the large rack at him. To the others it looked as though she were offering their friend a present.

During the lesson she sat before each of her pupils with legs spread, while they kindly scratched an itch. By the time they were finished with her, she no longer felt concerned. It had become a part of her routine, so all was perfectly alright. By the end of the hour her breasts were feeling sore, though much relieved. 

"Thank you everyone for the interest you showed this evening. Tomorrow is Friday and another test will be set. Make sure your notes are up to date, and that you revise well," Miss Grant firmly said.

She got dressed and a left school feeling happy. The nagging doubts had left her, and she felt all was well in the world. She giggled, and pressed a hand over a breast. They felt so sensitive. She was going to have to do something this evening. A naughty thought crossed her mind about a bath, and an intimate toy. It had been some time since resorting to a vibrator. She would have to stop on the way home for batteries. 



Teacher Undressed Ch. 02



Chapter 02

Miss Grant relaxes at home

After a hot soak and a satisfying session with a vibrator, May felt comfortably relaxed. Sitting up in bed she read through William's essay. There was something interesting about his writing, even in a dull subject like, 'Therapeutic Hypnosis'. She re-read it, trying to find what it was that made her bring it from school, to read at home. 

She had a vague feeling there was an underlying message in there somewhere. Her knowledge of psychology was poorer than she wished, yet continued reading it. She re-read a certain section, which became firmly embedded in her subconscious, though she was totally unaware of it.

"I must be tired, I'm not taking it in," she murmured. 

While re-reading the paragraph, her eyes closed, and the sheets of paper slipped from her fingers to flutter onto the floor. Falling into a deep sleep, she muttered something about William, and how well he was helping her. She turned over with a pillow cuddled in her arms. 

"William will help me do the right thing. He writes so well, I need to take notice of his words," she murmured, in her sleep.

Waking up Saturday morning, she slipped into the usual routine of, showering, breakfast, tidying up, and cleaning. Working at home naked, while carrying out the usual chores, no longer bothered her. A pleasant feeling of being cared for left her happy, as though someone were helping her in everything she did.

The old comfortable underwear seemed too shabby to wear. She tried on the new sets, only to find them itchy and uncomfortable. At last finding a comfortable bra, she pulled on a dress, ready to go shopping. Not wearing panties outside felt disconcerting for a moment. A sense of freedom replaced the discomfort, and she continued walking from the parking lot.

Browsing through a supermarket, she couldn't help noticing men glancing at her. She had always been susceptible to attention, though never comfortable enough to seek it. As a child she enjoyed being the centre of attention, though that stopped when her bust started developing. It was then she started covering up. Recently though, attention from afar made her feel wanted, and brought with it a greater sense of self-worth.

She walked around in a nice warm glow of well-being. The groceries were being delivered, so she was free to shop for a present. Something nice for herself was deserved. Ending up at the wicked shop, as she called it, some underwear was selected; two half cup bra's. They held her breasts up without covering the nipples, which seemed very daring.

"I can't possibly wear them, so why buy them?" she murmured. 

Nevertheless she kept hold of the bra's, while wandering around, looking for the perfect present. A skimpy top with a short skirt were looked at, and dismissed. 

"With my figure I could never wear that," she mumbled, to herself.

Nevertheless, in a changing room she tried on the things selected. "This is silly, I can't wear it. It's rude," she muttered. 

Despite thoughts of disapproval, May turned to the each of the three mirrors, admiring the look. She wished she could bring herself to wear such an outrageous outfit. A loose top would cover her large breasts, and a less revealing bra was needed. In the wicked store, she couldn't find anything suitable.

"That looks good on you," the assistant said, with a cheery smile. 

"Do you think so? Not too trashy?" May nervously asked.

"No! Go for it girl. You look great. I wish I had a figure like yours," the assistant encouraged. 

It was true, she envied May's curves, though the outfit revealed too much for her taste. The customer is always right, she heard the manager lecture in her head. A sale is a commission, was a more important phrase to her.

It felt as though she were at war with herself. On the one side she resisted the outfit as being trashy, while some inner voice ordered her to relax, and do as she was told. Who was telling her to wear something outrageous, other than herself, desiring to let go of outmoded inhibitions? The assistant's praise tipped the balance, and the commanding voice won.

The assistant watched the stupid woman totter out of the store, and laughed. She had talked her into buying the most expensive items, to earn a decent commission. Selling one of those expensive toys was a joke, but the handbag would be very lucrative. Wearing the outfit at a Halloween party would have been daring, but in daylight, the woman looked like a slutty Barbie doll.

May clip-clopped out of the store on high heels, wearing bright pink. Her breasts were pushed up on two plain curves of reinforced cotton, fitting neatly under them. The t-shirt revealed her naval, and prominent bumps of nipples. It clung to her breasts as though desperate, on the edge of a precipice, gripping onto twin peaks.

The skirt was hardly noticed under the blatant display of a large pair of breasts. It wasn't much to look at. Not much of it to notice. Just a small tube of stretchy material. The skirt had to be worn low over the hips, or not cover her bottom. In such a tiny skirt a decent pair of panties had to be worn. 

May hadn't worn panties when leaving the house, and she hadn't bought a pair in the store. It was a good thing it wasn't a flouncy flared skirt, otherwise her bare bottom would have been revealed with every step. Instead, it cut tightly under both cheeks, and between them. 

May had a long walk to the exit, and she could already feel the skirt riding up at the front. She dare not carry on walking, or her naughty bits would be seen. Not a single whisper of a thought crossed her mind, about buying panties. Instead, she quickly, or as fast as possible on such high heels, made her way to a salon.

"I need to, err, do something about down here," May timidly spoke.

"I see," the woman smirked. "I can fit you in right now." 

Darleen looked the woman up and down, assessing how much could be made out of her. It was slow this morning, so she needed the business.

The wax treatment to her pussy was painful. Darleen kept up a reassuring patter of talk, telling May it had to be done. 

"You look so smooth and clean, just perfect," Darleen reassuringly smiled. "You must have the nails done. A glossy pink will go well with the outfit. Leave it to me, and I'll have you looking wonderful," she smoothly persuaded. 

Not giving the stupid woman a chance to object, she pushed her into a chair. Keeping up the inane chatter, with suitable praise, kept May from disagreeing. Even when Darleen began to re-style her hair, she went along with it. 

"Your man will love you to bits," Darleen grinned, while showing her creation off in a full length mirror.

May just stood there looking bemused. It was a mirror, wasn't it? Surely that wasn't her looking so, so, very different! A demand that she change her style was strong. What helped, was that she could hardly believe it was her. It was impossible to believe she looked so different. 

Her mind fought over the idea that it was dreadfully wrong. An inner voice told her it had to be done. She couldn't understand why she had to look like this. It was a fact that had to be faced. Exciting, sexy, or plain slutty, she couldn't decide. Whatever the new look was, it was too late now, the changes had to be accepted.

"Here's the finishing touch, a lovely necklace, and belly-button jewel," Darleen sniggered.

She snapped a chain around the woman's neck, and straightened the pendent hanging above the large breasts. With a dab of glue, she pushed a sparkly jewel into her naval. She stood back to admire her handiwork. In pink, almost matching the woman's outfit, the pendent read, 'Bimbo Slut'. Darleen was pleased to have got rid of the damn thing.

Darleen ushered the woman out of the store, with reassuring words, praising how fabulous she looked. At the door she patted her bottom, pulled the back of the skirt down, and watched the bemused looking woman scurry off. May was tongue tied, hesitant, and looking confused, because she was fighting the hypnotic influence. Darleen didn't realise this, as all she saw was a tongue tied fool.

"That one is such a stupid bimbo, she shouldn't be let out," Darleen murmured, while slowly shaking her head. Being told May was a teacher, would have brought forth gales of disbelieving laughter.

May was nervous as hell, wondering why she had let the woman talk her into such a drastic makeover. The little pink top and skirt was outrageous, yet she could do nothing about it. Something stopped her from entering another store. She headed for the nearest exit, as fast as she could manage on the high heels. 

It seemed painfully slow progress, when inside she was dying from embarrassment. People couldn't help but notice her, and not in a good way. She kept her head down, unable to look at anyone, and in some small measure, not to be recognised. 

William walked around the mall, intending on accidently meeting his teacher. The place was filling up, so it might be difficult to spot her in the crowd. A knot of people were making their way through the busy throng. From where he was standing he saw the crowd part, and he stared opened mouthed. A hardly dressed blonde, sashayed in his direction. 

The dyed blonde hair was fluffed up, like an aura around her head. A small pink top, tiny pink skirt, and very high heels, was all she wore. A jewel too large to be a diamond, sparkled in her belly. A gaudy plate glinted above her tits, announcing she was a, 'Bimbo Slut'.

Even her nails and toenails were a glossy pink. The skimpy top showed off a large pair of breasts. The tight skirt fitted her hips, and she kept pulling at the hem to keep it in place, yet even so, it threatened to reveal all. 

She had an escort discreetly following. Maybe it was some kind of promotional campaign? A new pink Barbie doll came to mind. In that outrageous outfit, she needed an escort. As she neared, he noticed she was an older woman, rather than a young model.

The look of fear on the woman's face became evident. She wasn't enjoying the parade one bit. He glanced at the men around her, who looked like predatory wolves stalking her, rather than an escort. His eyes flickered back to the indecently dressed woman.

Hell! It was his teacher. "OH! SHIT! It's all gone wrong!" he exclaimed. 

He stood quit still, with a look of anguish on his face. Hesitatingly he walked forward, to cut across her path. What he would say couldn't be imagined. There was no way he could leave her so vulnerable, like prey, to those wolves stalking her. There was a risk of breaking into the hypnotic state she was in, but it had to be done. If his teacher snapped out of it now, she would be so humiliated it didn't bear thinking about.

"Hi!" William announced, with a quavering voice. He stood directly in front of her, to break into the dream she was in.

"William! Please help me. Tell me what to do, please! Help me!" she implored him.

The look of anguish on her face made him feel even more guilty which had to be taken out on someone. He looked fiercely around at her followers, who furtively turned to stare at storefront displays. He felt more angry with himself than them. He firmly took an arm, to lead her to the parking lot. She was too distraught to remember where she parked, so guided her to his car. 

He stood protectively holding open the door, while she struggled to get in. He couldn't help noticing her bald pussy when her legs parted. She sat on the edge of the seat, unable to part her legs enough in the tight skirt. With an arm under her knees, he swivelled her around on the seat.

"Thank you, William," she acknowledged, still looking perplexed, though decidedly calmer. 

On shutting the door, he too felt relieved. He looked at his teacher, sitting rigidly still. It looked as though she were working through a deep problem. A flicker of light washed across her face, to be again replaced by consternation. He looked at the skirt, wondering if he ought to pull it down for her. While getting in, it had crumpled up around her waist.

Deciding not to disturb her, in case she snapped out of it, he drove her home.

On arriving, he told her, "Wait, I'll help you out."

He opened the door and swung her legs around. The close up of her shaven pussy should have been exciting, only he was still suffering from guilt. He would have to add some commands to protect her, while out of the classroom. He hadn't meant to subject her to that spectacle! He meant her to bring the new clothes into school to wear.

He pulled the skirt down, which wasn't very much. Fortunately they stepped into her house without anybody noticing them.

"Thank you, William. Thank you for helping me," she gushed, while pulling off the top. The sudden release of her breasts made them bounce, almost in his face. She rolled the skirt down her thighs, and let it drop to the floor. Bending over to pick up both garments, gave him a rude view of her freshly denuded pussy. They were in the small lobby, just in the front door, so they stood very close.

"Oh! William, have I been a bad girl?" she asked, with a small, light voice. "Mom used to tell me off for not keeping my skirt down. She said, I was dirty little girl. She was very strict. I've got you to tell me what to do now. Have I been rude?" she asked.

William wasn't sure what to say. He dare not call her Miss Grant, as it seemed inappropriate, and might bring her round. He would have to work on her to prevent such a dangerous show, as happened earlier in the mall. 

"May. We better have a coffee," he firmly told her. It would give him time to think through what to do with her.

Looking worried, she led him into the lounge. She came back in with a coffee, to stand before him wringing her hands, wearing a deep feeling of disquiet. This disreputable situation had to be rationally explained. She had been a bad girl in the mall, and made it worse by being naked in front of a student. 

Her mother would have told her to pull her skirt down in the mall. She had to listen to what William said, and he had taken charge of her in the mall. He had taken over from her mother, to guide her. Feeling less confused, she stood waiting for him to tell her if she had been a bad girl, as her mother would have done. 

It was still exhilarating for an eighteen year old student to see his teacher naked, and even more so in her apartment. The new instructions hadn't meant for her to hang on his every word, though maybe it was for the good.

Taking a cue from what she said earlier, about her mother, he decided to build on it. If she was going to accept verbal instructions, he could more easily guide her in the right direction.

"I've been naughty, William. I opened the door to a pizza guy in my new underwear," she admitted, with anguish.

"May. You've been a bad girl," he said. Wanting her to take notice of him.

"I'm really sorry, William," she said, with head bowed in contrition.

Having his teacher at his mercy, left him feeling important and powerful. His ego had already been inflated by his friends, as they were impressed by his control over their teacher. Since that morning's accident in the mall, he had even more control over her. He sat there looking at his teacher, contemplating how to tighten up the commands.

"Are you going to punish me, like mom did?" she asked.

He hadn't intended to punish her. It was important to make sure she behaved herself outside the classroom.

"You have to behave yourself. How did your mom punish you?" he asked, with a growing idea of what it might have been.

Instead of telling him, she sat on the sofa, and leaned over his knees. She looked over her shoulder at him, with a look of expectation. 

"Please, William, please don't spank me hard," she implored him. 

He slapped her bottom, and was fascinated by the way it flexed under his hand.

"How many do you deserve?" he asked. His voice had firmed up with confidence.

"Ten, William," she said, sounding miserable.

She flinched with every slap. They weren't terribly painful, yet just as humbling as they had been so long ago. She felt better having been put right by William, as though her mother had been guiding his hand. She had been so naughty, showing off her panties, but sometimes couldn't help it. It was when the boys started to take notice of her breasts, that she covered her body away from prying eyes.

His teacher lay over his lap waiting for him to say something. He stared directly at her pussy, unable to look away.

"You're going to be a good girl for me, from now on, aren't you," he asked.

"Yes, William! Thank you for punishing me. I'll do as I'm told, honest," she gushed.

"Go get some ointment, and I'll massage your sore bottom," he suggested.

He watched her leave the room, heard her rummaging in what he guessed was the bathroom, then return. She again lay over his lap, as though it were perfectly normal. This gave him a perfect excuse to touch her intimately. As with previous commands, once she became used to this, another progressive step could be tried.

Squeezing grease from a tube, he began to smooth it over her cheeks. With her legs parted, her sex looked unbearably tempting. Pushing between her cheeks, his fingers slid over her asshole. She let out a weak whimper. Encouraged, he briefly slid a hand over her crotch.

No! This is all wrong! I can't let one of my students touch me down there. May fidgeted on his lap, preparing to slide onto the floor. This must stop, before he touches my private parts again. 

Pushing her bottom up to move away, he took it as a sign for more of the same. His fingers slid the grease over her lips, then a hand cupping her entire sex. 

This couldn't be happening! How could she be naked in her own home, stretched over a boys lap? Something was terribly wrong. He was rubbing grease into her bare pussy! The wax treatment came to mind, explaining something. Her walk of shame became crystal clear. 

William saved her! William was easing her sore bottom. He would tell her if anything was wrong. He would tell her what to do. It was still impossible to relax, though now she was becoming tense with arousal. Was she being naughty? Should she have submitted to being waxed down there?

"I, I, had it cleaned, err, waxed. Is, is it alright, William? Did I do the right thing?" May hesitantly asked. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, to hide her naughty bits. The hand delightfully cupped her sex, and she stretched out her legs. 

"It's nice. Very wonderful," William said, and couldn't help smiling with pleasure.

May felt uncomfortable from letting a student comment on her vagina. There was something dreadfully wrong! Why was she laying naked over his lap? William had spanked her for being naughty! That must mean he was somehow in charge of her. 

Her mind spun from feeling so confused. It was impossible to reconcile so many conflicting ideas. She would have to leave it to him. He would tell her if she was doing the wrong thing. He was obviously showing his approval of her. She smiled, sighed, and relaxed, from the comforting feel of his hands

Both hands were fondling her. One was underneath, playing with her pussy. The other was stroking her bottom, pushing between the cheeks, teasing her asshole. It was impossible to resist touching his teacher. Fingers wandered around her lips, and over her thighs. Up to her lips again, to part her red sea. Her lips were wet and glistening. This was no biology lesson his teacher was giving, yet even without instruction it was easy to see she was aroused. 

May had to escape, yet the fingers seemed to drain every ounce of energy from her body. She couldn't move. Her legs were trembling. It had been so long since having sex, and even longer since receiving such intense foreplay, that it made her helpless to resist. 




Teacher Undressed Ch. 02



Of its own volition a finger entered her vagina. On hearing a gasp, he thought he had gone too far. 

"Sorry, Miss, did I hurt you?" he asked. His finger held quit still, afraid that movement would cause more discomfort.

Surely NOT! A student was playing with her, as though she were a wanton slut! Her eyes grew wide with fear. William, its William! Not understanding why it was alright, she nevertheless gave in.

"Nooo!" she cooed. "More! Please, William," she conceded.

The finger pushed in to explore. All the way in he pushed the finger, and his thumb happened to press against a nub of flesh. He froze, on hearing a painful sounding noise. Then she let out a long pitiful sound.

"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Oh yes, William, please, more," she murmured. 

He pressed against the magic button, to receive more encouragement. Two fingers were slid inside his teacher, allowing a firmer rub to her clitoris.

"Oh! Yessss," she loudly gasped. 

He stared at her crotch, enthralled at the way her sex had opened up. Her pussy was glistening wet, and her legs were spread wide. She moved her hips up and down with the movement of his fingers. Her breathing was heavy, with deep gasps. 

"Please, don't stop, I'm nearly there," she begged. 

She continued to encourage him, with words degenerating to animal like grunts.

A long low wail escaped her lips like a fire hose splashing around them both. In surprise he almost spilled her onto the floor. 

His hands were gently massaging her thighs and crotch, while he waited for her to recover. His cock was rock hard, aching for a fuck, and pressing against her stomach through his jeans. 

He listened intently, when she began to murmur. 

"I've been a bad girl. I need to be punished," she said, on a whispery voice. 

William didn't like the sound of this. He understood something of why she was calling herself a naughty girl. He wished he had listened more carefully to his uncle. Something about regressing to a more innocent time, Uncle said. She was trying to make sense of what was happening, and trying to overcome a deep guilt

Her words of self-pity began to run into one sound, with a rising, hysterical voice.

He slapped her bottom hard. "Stop it, right now, May," he harshly told her.

William was relieved to have summoned silence. She was tense, waiting for something. 

"You're not a girl. You are a woman. You have followed my instructions well. You deserved to enjoy an orgasm. Do you understand?" he told her.

She nodded, but said nothing. He repeated the words, emphasising that she was a woman, and had pleased him. 

"You are a good person, and carried out my instructions very well. You feel good about a wonderful orgasm, don't you," he told her.

"Yes, thank you for the orgasm, William," she whispered. 

He continued to instruct her until she relaxed over his knees. 

"You will forget about me meeting you at the mall, and what you were wearing. You were just shopping as usual. You enjoyed the shopping trip, didn't you," he strongly told her.

"Yes, William, I enjoyed shopping," she replied.

"You must wear sensible clothes to school. When you leave school, you will wear sensible clothes. At home, and everywhere else, you will wear your usual sensible clothes," he firmly told her.

"Do you understand?" he asked.

She nodded, and murmured consent. "Thank you, William, for telling me what to do. I knew you would help me," she replied, sounding more confident.

"Good! In the classroom, I will tell you what to do," he firmly told her.

"Yes, William. I will listen carefully to what you say, and carry out your instructions," she confirmed.

"There is no need to panic, or feel anything is wrong when I tell you what to do I will help you decide what to do," he emphasised.

"Yes, William, thank you for guiding me, William. Thank you for helping me to do what is right," she agreed.

"Now that has been cleared up, we can drink the coffee," he smiled at her.

May trembled with delight, from William's smile. He had given her a wonderful orgasm, from which she still trembled inside. He had helped her, as she knew he would. She needn't feel guilty, over letting him touch her, and having an orgasm. 

She skipped across the lounge, into the kitchen, to make a fresh pot of coffee. The feeling of freedom, over letting him tell her what to do, was invigorating. She needn't worry over what was right or wrong, just let him decide for her. Skipping back in with the coffee was impossible, while carrying two cups, though she felt like skipping and jumping for joy.

William thought his balls would explode. She was wearing a housecoat, though still naked underneath. He wasn't going to push her too hard just yet, although he wanted to go all the way. If he didn't get home soon, he would give in to an overwhelming need to fuck her.

"You will remember that I came round for my essay. I didn't stay long," he instructed.

"You collected your essay, but didn't stay long," she repeated.

"You invited me to re-read my essay, on Sunday, tomorrow," he said. She accepted and repeated his words. She even looked happy at the prospect of seeing him again.

"I'll come round tomorrow, to make sure you're alright," he said.

"Thank you William. I just know you'll help me do the right thing," she gushed.



Teacher Undressed Ch. 03



William was up early ready to visit his teacher, Miss Grant. Unusually for him impatience kept him looking at the clock, then his watch. Pacing around the bedroom, he wondered if there was something to do as a distraction. Fidgeting in front of the computer, he found it was useless as a distraction. Time usually went quickly when playing a game, only in was impossible to concentrate on anything, except the more pressing appointment.

He looked through the assignment yet again. The pertinent paragraphs had been re-written a few times, until they seemed foolproof. Previous instructions hadn't been specific enough, so that they spilled over into her private life outside of school. 

He chuckled over the idea of his teacher accepting a pizza delivery, while dressed only in her underwear. It was all the more amusing, that she wore sexy new underwear he had told her to buy. He hadn't realised she would continue undressing at home, and not just in class. Yesterday in the mall was a total shock. 

He hadn't recognised his teacher from the way she was dressed. From a distance she looked like a lewd Barbie doll, with her breasts bursting out of the top. The tight mini-skirt was riding up with every step, ready to reveal her panties. It wasn't until later he found she wasn't wearing any. Skimpy clothing had been purchased under his instructions, though she wasn't meant to wear the slutty outfit in the mall. The instructions had to be tightened up, or disastrous results would occur. 

The shock of walking through the mall dressed like a slut, nearly brought her out of the hypnotic influence. She was in a halfway stage, between Miss Grant the responsible teacher, and May the liberated woman. That something was going wrong in her life was recognised, and she had begun to associate the problem with William. 

The upside was, that she sought his help, and was developing a compulsion to follow his instructions. When he rescued her from the mall, it helped encourage the idea he was helping her. Yesterday he spent some time reinforcing the idea, that he would help her decide the right thing to do.

William heard a lawnmower start up, signalling that Sunday had officially begun, and it was a decent time to be visiting friends. Visiting a teacher at home at any time wasn't exactly acceptable, but he couldn't wait any longer. 

"Hi Miss Grant. I've brought my essay over, for you to look at," William said, with a smile. 

"Err, William, it's Sunday morning, can't it wait until Monday?" Miss Grant said, wondering why he was there. 

"Sorry, you said to come over," he diffidently said. 

She stared at him with a curious expression, looking undecided. He was going to be turned away. Before he could use her first name, she relented, by standing to one side to let him in.

"You had better leave it with me to look at, and I'll return it Monday," Miss Grant told him. 

The hesitancy in her voice was surprising, and even more so that she let a student into her home.

She stood quite still, with her head to one side, wondering about him. He tried to look respectful, as he should before a teacher, especially in her home. Though, it was difficult to treat her with esteem, after seeing her naked in class. He glanced at the sofa, and quickly turned away. 

The memory of what he had done to her yesterday became vividly alive. Not that it had been possible to forget. It still seemed like a fantasy; too good to be true. The most beautiful teacher in school had been laying naked across his lap, where he spanked her, then played with her pussy until she cum. She had even thanked him for the orgasm!

His face reddened with embarrassment. He was eighteen, and had a couple of girlfriends, but nothing so blatantly weird as that had happened with them. She was still examining him with a look of curiosity, as though trying to figure out what he was.

"William," she softly said.

He waited for more, only she remained silent, while signs of emotional strain rippled across her face.

"Yes, Miss Grant?" he prompted. It was important to establish how far she could be pushed while thinking of herself as his teacher. Or was he just playing with her?

"Did something happen?" she quietly asked.

"When Miss Grant?" he politely asked.

"When, when you hypnotised me, something, something happened to me," she hesitantly stated.

"Like what Miss Grant?" he again asked.

"Something inside of me. I don't like to say," she said, and looked away from him, becoming highly embarrassed.

"It's alright Miss Grant, you can tell me. I'll help you. I won't mention it to anyone, promise," he said, sounding more confident.

"It's nothing really. Maybe a side effect of the hypnosis, I don't know," she rushed out the words.

"I could help you if you tell me," William told her.

"I seem to be wearing different, err, clothes, than usual. Been a bit forgetful recently. Nothing much," she said, and blushed a deeper red. 

How could she tell this young man about the pizza guy, and everything else. He would think she was mad. Rumours would spread around the school, if she blurted out those recent fears over becoming an exhibitionist again. It had only been a silly childish thing when a teenager. She was over that now.

"Sometimes inner feelings are released when hypnotised. Things that you weren't expecting. That's why it's used in therapy," he explained. 

She looked at him with a desperate look, as though he had the answer to her troubles. It was time to invoke the hypnotic suggestion, before she told him to leave. He was about to say her first name, for when he said it, she would be under his influence.

"Can you really help me, William? For some reason I feel I can trust you. I need to talk to someone about it, and you're the only one who knows about hypnosis. Will you help me, William? I'd be ever so grateful," she gushed.

Wow! This was his teacher asking him for help, even before the post hypnotic state had been invoked. It must have been working on her consciousness more thoroughly than he thought. A moment or two passed, while he absorbed the implications. She was looking at him intently, awaiting his reply.

"Please, William, please help me," she quietly spoke.

"Sure, I'll try," he hesitantly answered. He noticed that phrase, about helping her, which she was using recently.

They sat on the edge of the sofa, a respectable distance from each other. May looked pensive, and worried.

"Try to relax, and tell me about it," he firmly said.

"I feel terrible confiding in you, but somehow it feels right. I think you would make a good therapist," she wanly smiled. 

"Recently I've taken to wearing summer dresses to school, instead of the usual jacket and skirt," she hesitantly said. "Have you noticed?" she added.

"No, not really," he lied. "Go on," he said.

Once started she couldn't stop. She told him about not being decently dressed at home, and briefly mentioned the episode with the pizza guy. Of course, omitting that she wore skimpy underwear. He was relieved that nothing of the classroom antics, or dressing like a slut in the mall, was remembered. She hesitantly opened up about her fears, and hinted it might be something from adolescence re-emerging.

"I feel so awful telling you these things. You promise not to say anything to anyone?" she asked for reassurance, yet again.

"I won't tell anyone, promise. What about this morning, when you got up?" he asked.

"I dressed like this. I didn't go around in my underwear," she told him. 

The sensible dress hid sensible underwear, just as he had instructed yesterday.

"Maybe something was mistakenly triggered when you were hypnotised. It seems as though its receding now. Don't you think?" he reassured her.

"Yes, maybe. Do you really think so?" she asked, looking hopeful.

"I'm sure of it. Side effects don't last long. Don't worry about it. I'm sure you won't feel troubled again," he firmly told her.

"Thank you, William, I feel so much better from confiding in you," she said, and gave him a warm smile.

She made a coffee and sat next to him once more, this time to read his essay. He watched her read the hidden instructions, designed to make her feel safer and more comfortable. He wouldn't risk her being discovered out of class dressing inappropriately. He was even having doubts over continuing the game in class. Here he had her to himself, and that was a situation full of possibilities.

Finished reading the assignment, she looked at him with a relaxed smile.

"May, are you ready for my instructions?" he boldly asked. 

Sounding confident, while being nervous as hell, had recently become a well honed skill. Calling her May, summoned the hypnotic influence, or so it was hoped. He watched her body relax, and her eyes lose focus. Lifting her head, her eyes locked on his, and she gave him a big pleasurable smile.

"Yes, William, what can I do for you?" she said, without the slightest hesitation.

He relaxed, with a loud puff of air exhaled. Without noticing he had held his breath, hoping the hypnotic influence still worked. The look of bemusement and hesitation had completely disappeared. She looked naturally relaxed, more than ever before.

"May, what will you do for me," he innocently asked.

"Anything you wish, William," she naturally replied.

"Is there anything worrying you?" he asked. 

"No, William. I feel wonderful, now you're here to help me," she smiled at him.

"I want you to slip those clothes off," he croaked, with the words sticking in his throat. 

This was a real test, and it sapped his confidence just saying the words. To his relief she stood up and undressed. Everything was stripped off, leaving his teacher standing naked before him. He was pleased to see she wasn't attempting in the slightest, to cover her naked body.

He sat there for a moment, taking in the sight of her perfect body. His teacher was a ten alright. She was slightly shorter than him, at around five-eight. With long slender legs, a slim waist, rounded hips, and a cute ass, she was perfect. Despite having her pussy stripped bare, it was obvious she wasn't a natural blonde. That would have to be remedied before she went to school on Monday.

What he liked best of all was her large breasts. They looked magnificent from this angle, looking up at her from the sofa. They pointed upward ever so slightly, and bounced when she walked. 

"Jump up and down for me," he ordered.

His teacher's breasts bounced up and down for a moment, then began to rotate. Just in case she did herself and injury, he told her to stop. 

"Lean over me, May," he instructed. 

With both hands holding the sofa, either side of his shoulders, her breasts were pushing against his face. 

"Do you want me to kiss them?" he teased.

With a look of innocence, she slowly nodded her head. "Yes, please, William," she breathlessly spoke.

Before he could manoeuvre over a nipple, she pushed a breast into his face. She rubbed it over his face, while squirming with pleasure. He opened his mouth and captured a nipple. By sucking hard he restricted her moving, so that she pulled and stretched the nipple, caught between his teeth.

She stretched a nipple and giggled when he let it go. He wrapped his arms around her, to hold her breasts still. With the two of them he kissed, sucked and bit her nipples. Trying to hold as much of a breast in his mouth as possible, he nearly choked.

He was becoming too aroused! He had a naked woman in his arms, while freely playing with her breasts. He figured there wasn't much she wouldn't let him do to her. The hypnotic influence was so strong, after being in place over the last few weeks, her natural moral resistance had been defeated. He would have to be careful, or he might go too far.

William stopped playing around with her, and noted the look of disappointment. Hell! It was the girls who were supposed to be awkward and protective. This was all new to him, and a little worrying.

"You will come with me to the bedroom, and show me your clothes. I'll decide which are suitable for you to wear," he strongly told her.

When he mentioned going to her bedroom, her eyes light up.

"Thank you, William. I'm so grateful for your help," she gushed.

He followed her excited sashay to the bedroom. He expected her to obey him, though hadn't anticipated the eagerness to please. Maybe it had something to do with her orgasm yesterday.

"We'll start with the underwear," he announced.

She opened a draw, presenting him with bra and panty sets, one after another. It should have been exciting having his teacher showing off her underwear in the bedroom, only it seemed tame in comparison to her being naked.

"Drop those on the floor, those can go back in the draw," he decided, as each set was presented. 

"Those, stretch them out," he queried.

The bra was transparent, but it was the panties she was holding up. The crotch separated when she pulled at them. He imagined her wearing split crotch panties in class, or even here in her bedroom, just for him. His already hard cock twitched with excitement. 

Finally there was a pile of old underwear to be abandoned, and several new sets were neatly folded back in a draw. 

He wanted to jump on her right there and then. Thinking it might shock her out of this pleasing mood, he managed to pull himself together. 

"Not yet," he murmured. "Your clothes now," he told her.

They went through the closet, where he pointed out which should be worn in school, at home, and outside of home. The task steadied him somewhat, though he still had a rigid wood that needed attention.

"Thank you for taking the trouble to help me, William," she beamed.

"We should have a reward for sorting things out, don't you think?" he stated.

"Yes, William, that would be nice. What can I do for you?" she pleasantly asked.

"First, I shall reward you for following instructions so well," he told her.

His pulse was racing with sexual tension, rather than the previous apprehension. He sat on the bed, and patted the space beside him. His teacher sat close, with a look of expectation lighting her eyes. 

"You can kiss me," he offered.

As soon as the words left his lips, hers were planted upon them. Her tongue explored his mouth, kissing deeply and passionately. He wrapped his arms around her naked body, and she followed by wrapping her arms around him. They fell back on the bed, while tightly entwined.

Eventually he held her at bay, while regaining his wind. "Take my clothes off," he panted.

He watched her delicate hands deftly undoing his belt and jeans, then pull them down, with his shorts stuck inside them. His cock bounced up nearly in her face. For a moment he worried she might balk at this inappropriate situation. He needn't have worried. She was after all a mature woman, with experience in the bedroom.

While pulling the jeans from his feet, she kept a careful watch on his cock. On the floor on her knees, she hesitated, though still eyeing the erection. As though a decision had been made, she reached for his cock with both hands. The slim fingers gently entwined his hardness. She arose off her knees to lean over him.

William hadn't meant this! The idea was to play with her until she had an orgasm, as a reward for obeying instructions. Feeling her hands wrapped around his cock, he nearly cum. He nearly shot cum in his teachers face!

With a great effort he held back, only achieved because this was so strange a situation. His teacher had his cock in her cool hands, with her lips inches away from it. He watched her lips close in. His eyes were wide with apprehension.

He dare not cum, not now!

He hadn't ordered her to do this, she was taking the initiative. He tried to think through the instructions given her over the last couple of weeks. It was necessary to think about something, anything, except what she was about to do to him. He couldn't blink, let alone look away. 

Her lips parted, to form a delicious red circle. With those luscious lips an inch from the head of his cock, she licked them. A dribble of spit dropped upon the eye, smothering a tear of pre-cum. He knew what was about to happen, though his mind had frozen, with all thought stilled. His face was contorted with sexual desire.

The gorgeous pouting lips, slowly engulfed the head of his cock. They didn't stop there. They steadily slid down the length of his cock, not stopping until she kissed his red hot flesh. Denied his cock, a hand found his balls to juggle. The other slid up his body to pinch a nipple.

Everything she did was a surprise. His senses were reeling. The stimulation was so intense it was beyond comprehension. As much as his balls ached, he knew he wasn't going to let go just yet. It was as though he were over stimulated, with his cock too hard to cum. Watching her head begin to bob over his cock, he wondered how much more he could take.

Jumbled thoughts crawled through his mind. Was she a slut, or his teacher? Could she possibly be both? After this, was everything, and anything possible? He thought so, though more immediate emotions pushed the idea aside.

"Yes! Oh! No! I'm going to cum!" he loudly warned her. 

Either she wasn't listening, or she didn't care. Her timing was going to be very fine. If she didn't let go of his cock now, he would cum over her face. 

"Oh! Shit!" he cried out.

His eyes were screwed shut, tighter than Fort Knox. Concentration upon his cock was a demand not to be refused. The hypersensitivity of that important part of his body, meant he felt every twitch. He wasn't going to spurt his load in his teachers face after all. Her lips were still sealed around the head of his cock.

He was shooting a load into his teachers mouth! She wasn't missing a drop! He had never produced so much sperm. It felt as though he were pumping a gallon of cum directly into his teachers belly. Strings of it were spurting from the tiny eye of his cock. When it seemed he was finished, she continued to suck every last drop from his balls.

Already laying back, he now flopped exhausted, like a wet towel. His legs dangled uselessly over the edge of the bed, with May between them. She was still sucking hard on his cock!

He dare not speak, or move. The moment couldn't be spoiled, as it needed to go on forever. His teacher was emptying his balls through his cock, like a straw. He heard the expression in a joke. Now he knew what it felt like! 

"My God! Oh, my, god," he mumbled. William nearly passed out.

He opened his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Last night he fantasised over her, and now hoped this wasn't just a continuation of the dream. She was there all right! Her chin rested on the edge of the bed, keenly looking at him over his limp cock. 

Fuck! His teacher had sucked his cock, and swallowed his load. She had his sperm in her stomach! Eventually it became obvious she was waiting for his approval. He smiled at her, and patted his chest. His body felt heavy, with every movement requiring a studied effort. 

Like a playful pet, she clambered onto the bed between his legs. He shuffled up, to be stretched out, waiting for her.

She crawled up his sweaty body, kissing and licking all the way. He wasn't sure if he could kiss her, after what she had in her mouth. Nevertheless, the need to please outweighed the squeamishness. An overwhelming need to reward her brought on a rapid recovery.

"That was fantastic, May," he whispered in an ear. 

"Thank you, William. I wanted so much to please you after helping me decide what to wear," she simpered.

He kissed and licked an ear. Following her neck to her face with caresses, he pulled her lips with his teeth. His hands tightly held her bare bottom, while they smooched. Her kisses became more frantic. He felt a wet pussy rubbing hard against his leg. It took awhile for him to guess what she was doing. 




Teacher Undressed Ch. 03



"Are you a hot bitch on heat? Do you want your reward now?" he teased.

The way he spoke to his teacher was outrageous! His confidence with her had soared. It was said without considering that she was a grown woman, and he was just an eighteen year old student. 

"Yes! Please, William," she sighed heavily. 

He pushed her up off his chest, for her breasts to hang in his face. He sucked on a nipple, then the other. Holding her up, he bit her nipples. She let out little mewling noises of pleasure. Again he was reminded of a pet cat. Dropping her next to him, he kissed down her body. He was on top now, with a determination to remorselessly work her up to a climax. 

He caressed her thighs with tongue and fingertips. The teasing light touches had her breathing heavy, with deep sighs.

"Please, William, please!" she implored him.

"What do you want, May," he asked, meaning to taunt her into admitting how excited she was.

"You, William, I want you!" she pleaded.

He wished he hadn't let her suck him off, as he wasn't ready yet, and she couldn't wait. He had to remind himself not to actually do it to her. It would be too dangerous to fuck a teacher. Pushing her thighs further apart he blew upon her sex. She trembled, and tried to pull her legs together. It was his turn to lay between them, and he was determined to make her cum. 

He licked a thigh, travelled up between her lips, and bit upon a swollen bud. Hearing her yelps of pleasure encouraged him. With a wide open mouth he covered her entire sex, and sucked hard. 

"Oh! William, William!" she moaned, over and over.

When delving into her vagina with his tongue, she became silent. A whoosh of breath was followed by guttural, animal like sounds. 

"Yes! More!" she murmured.

"Tell me, Miss Grant," he taunted. William realised too late the mistake. May was his to command, whereas, Miss Grant was his teacher.

"William! What are you doing? Oh, God! No! I'm nearly, no, I mustn't, stop it!" Miss Grant shouted.

William thrust his tongue and a finger into her vagina. A finger had been teasing her asshole, which he now eased into her bottom.

"Please don't! You mustn't, I'm your teacher, please stop it!" Miss Grant ground out a protest, between clenched teeth.

William heard the complaint, but was encouraged to find she wasn't struggling to become free. Rather, she lifted and wriggled her hips, helping him probe her ass and pussy. Two fingers on both hands were pushed up inside her body, as far as possible. She squirmed upon them, breathing heavily from a deep arousal. She started to pant in time with the exploring fingers working her hard. 

It was a shock to come around in such a heated state of arousal. To find it was a student finger fucking her was frightening. Yet, she was too worked up to resist! Her entire body was wringing out every sensation produced by those devious fingers. She helplessly squirmed in harmony with their every move.

"It's wrong, I mustn't, please stop!" she whimpered.

"You don't want me to stop now," he stated.

"No! Yes! Don't make me, Oh!" she yelped, on feeling a thumb rub her clitoris.

"You're hot and so near, tell me," he demanded.

"Yes! Oh God, please! I'm so close! You mustn't," she weakly protested.

"You're my teacher slut. You want to cum, teacher slut! Tell me," he demanded a reply. He pressed her hard button and pushed hard up her bottom. He twisted two fingers in her pussy, eliciting a loud wail. The sound of it migth be from pain, but it was from arousal. 

"Yes! I'm your teacher! I'm a slut teacher! Please let me orgasm!" she pleaded, with a shameful cry.

He pushed his face into her crotch to suck on her lips, drawing them into his mouth, biting on them. His fingers were still wriggling inside.

"My God! Oh! Yes!" she hissed.

Her legs stiffened. A spasm of tension pulled at her stomach muscles. Ripples of sensations fluttered from her tummy through her torso. Her breasts felt hot, her nipples burned, and nerve endings fired all the way to her finger tips. Her toes curled, with even the soles of her feet becoming oversensitive. 

As her breathing began to calm down, she managed to whisper. 

"How did this happen? What have you done to me? It's wrong. We shouldn't have!" Miss Grant quietly stated.

She took a deep breath, trying hard to come to terms with the tangle of emotions. 

"How did this happen? Did I start this bad thing? It's my fault isn't it! You must help me, William," Miss Grant moaned.

"Shall I spank you, Miss Grant? For being naughty," he teased.

"Yes! Punish me! I've been so bad," she cried.

William turned her over and loudly slapped her ass. She wasn't under the influence of hypnosis at the moment, but it was still there, in her subconscious. Spanking his teacher was outrageous and thrilling. Three strokes of his hand had her ass reddening. His hand rested rudely on her red cheeks, after each smack. 

After the ninth, his fingers delved between her cheeks, to find how slippery her lips were. Miss Grant had been moaning with each slap, seeming to enjoy it. While he spanked her, he considered how the hypnosis was spilling over, and affecting her conscious mind.

She had another orgasm, not so violent as the previous one. He rested both hands on her bottom, gently stroking it, and between her thighs.

"William, please don't tell anyone about this. It's got to be our secret! You've, err, punished me enough. Let me up, please," she firmly said. 

His teacher was regaining her composure, or as much as was possible under the circumstances. Her mind was in a whirl of anguish. A young student had given her two orgasms! How in hell had he got her naked on her bed? 

"May!" he firmly said, hoping she heard him. 

There was no answer. He was relieved to see her body relax, shedding tension and doubt. A smile broke out on her face. 

"William! Thank you, oh, thank you!" May hoarsely whispered. 

"Did you enjoy your reward for following my instructions?" he asked.

"Thank you, thank you so much," she smiled at him. "Thank you for a wonderful orgasm. Two orgasms! I'll try so very hard to do as I'm told. If I don't please you, you must punish me with a spanking," she said, looking demurely at him through lowered eyes. "Thank you for rewarding me so nicely. I'm so grateful for your help, William," she poured out a flood of heartfelt emotion. 

He clambered up the bed to lay beside her. He wrapped her up in his arms, and smothered her face with kisses.

"I'll look after you, May," he warmly told her.

"Thank you, William. I keep doing wrong, so you must decide everything for me. I'm so grateful for your help. I'll do anything you say," she thoughtfully said.

She sounded so sincere and pathetically reliant upon him, he really did want to keep her safe. He again thought of keeping her for himself. The problem was, what to do about the others. If they were cut out of the game, they might inform on him. He would have to be careful. 

He wanted to go all the way with her, but that couldn't happen, just yet. If what happened in class was discovered, they might get away with just being expelled. If what he did just now was revealed, it could be considered assault, or worse. He looked into her eyes, studying her. She was so beautiful and vulnerable. He would have find a way to protect her, and keep her for himself.



Teacher Undressed Ch. 04



Miss Grant woke up Monday morning feeling wonderful. The doubts and worries of the last weeks had vanished. Waiting for the alarm to sound, she stretched out in bed feeling refreshed from a good nights' sleep. An image of one of her students, with his face in her pussy, flashed through her mind. A hand darted to her crotch and clasped it tight, as though trying to protect herself. 

"My god! That was a powerful dream last night," she mused. 

Trying to remember the dream, she wondered what it meant. For a split second an image of William appeared, looking up at her from between the legs. The momentary vision took her breath away, with a spell of arousal quivering through her body. The memory of a powerful orgasm struck her like a slap to the face. She gripped her sex tighter, with a finger pressing a swelling clitoris. 

"Oooo! That was really something," she murmured.

The dream wasn't unpleasant, despite it involving one of her students. It was just a dream. There was no way she would be so turned on by a young boy of eighteen. A smile of pleasure warped her face, and she chuckled. The feeling of being satisfied, and happy with everything in her life, was nicely overwhelming. In response, she jumped up out of bed for a quick shower.

When sorting through the underwear draw she frowned in consternation. The draw was half empty, instead of being crammed full. She decided they must be in the wash, which was something she hated doing; especially the ironing. The grimace didn't last a moment, as it was quickly replaced by a pleasant smile. 

Choosing the usual boring jacket and skirt, she finished dressing. A quick look in the mirror confirmed a readiness to face the week. A curious idea that she no longer had to make decisions was felt. It was interpreted as a new found confidence. Switching to a country and western radio station, she tried to sing along with the upbeat music.

Monday morning in school brought William's friends around him. They were full of excited chatter, wanting to quiz their friend.

Julian greeted William with a big grin. "So! What's the plan for this week? You going to let me screw the teacher?" he excitedly prompted.

"Not so loud!" William retorted. 

William's anger didn't touch Julian, as he eagerly awaited the latest outrageous campaign to corrupt their teacher. Brian and the others turned up, equally pleased to see him, though not as hyper as Julian.

"We've played with her breasts, Will, her pussy has got to be next," Julian enthused. 

William felt terrible over their callous remarks about May. They were describing her body in such a lewd way, the feeling of wanting to protect her became clear and important. He needed time to think out some plan to put them off.

"I can't wait to fuck her. That will be the ultimate, eh Will?" Julian gleefully announced. 

"I'd fuck those big tits, and spray my load in her face," Brian laughed. 

They fell silent for a moment, contemplating what they would do with a compliant, sexy teacher. Two of them looked worried, not liking the idea of making out in front of friends. They were obviously worried over their sexual inexperience.

"We can't do it to her, that would be rape," William grimaced, only just refraining from shouting at Julian.

"She's a teacher, Will, so that makes her the enemy. It would be sweet revenge on all teachers," Julian enthused.

"We wouldn't be just expelled, we could go to court, and jail," William pointed out. 

He couldn't believe the stupidity of such a clever guy like Julian.

"Look guys, I've got my scholarship for college, there is no way I'm threatening that! Do as William says, of I'll do you. Agreed?" he demanded. 

When Julian looked as though he was about to argue, Brian shoved a fist in front of his face.

"Yea! OK! OK! I got the message. It would have been awesome though. Alright! Enough, I give in," Julian complained when Brian grabbed his shirt.

The others nodded. Not so much at the threat from Brian, it was because they too had a conscience. 

William was grateful to Brian for bringing some common sense back to the group. It was still touch and go. William was worried they would still become carried away and push her too far. He wondered how to protect May, keep them happy, and not let the situation in class get out of hand.

They split up to attend their various classes. William sat gloomily in a history class worrying about Miss Grant. The lesson was going by without his attention; not that anyone noticed.

Miss Bourbon was teaching history. Everyone agreed she was hopeless. She obviously didn't know enough about the revolutionary wars to teach the subject. Even if she did, her technique was pitiful, as she used the old ploy of getting the class to read from a text book. Neither did she know how to control the class, making it difficult to concentrate on anything with everyone chattering.

William was thankful that a break was on its way. He looked at the teacher, wondering at how inept she was, compared to Miss Grant. At that moment an idea struck him like a bold of lightening. 

He started to scribble a note. Glancing at the clock he saw there wasn't much time left. Luckily previous experience had taught him how to phrase this new command. The teacher hadn't attempted to dismiss the class when everyone decided to get up and leave. William ignored the noisy discussions, to read over again the new command for May.

He made his way to Miss Grant's classroom and dropped the note on her desk. He hoped she would find the note before anyone else, and had time to act upon it. The rest of the day was going to be difficult, as he thought over what exactly to do to protect her, and satisfy his friends lust. At least he had a possible solution to the problem. 

He quickly left to find a hiding place away from the Easy Six, not wanting to meet up with his friends, nor hear their mad ideas.

Before the evening class the guys clustered around William, asking what he had planned for this evening. 

"Look guys, we've got to take it easy. Miss Grant tackled me at lunch time, asking what I did to her," he lied. "She's suspicious. It means we went too far too quickly. I warned you! We'll be in big trouble if she snaps out of the hypnosis while naked in class," he reminded them. 

"So what do we do?" Brian asked, looking worried.

"You're not giving up are you Will?" Julian anxiously asked. 

"It's been fun so far. Maybe it's time to let her go," Gerald hesitantly spoke.

"No way!" Julian exclaimed.

"OK! Don't worry. We just have to hold back, and not maul her body. Let her relax and get used to being undressed in class. We'll try more later in the week. Agreed?" William forcibly encouraged.

They reluctantly agreed. The look of disappointment was clear on all of them.

Miss Grant entered the classroom dressed in a long skirt and jacket. She looked like a businesswoman, rather than the sexy teacher they had come to expect. They all looked at William with a look of disappointment, except Julian. He closely watched William, wondering what his friend was up to. 

Miss Grant dropped her bag onto the floor by the teachers desk. She removed the jacket and hung it up on the coat rack. At the front of the class she stood with hands on hips, surveying the quiet class. 

"You seem less enthusiastic this evening, boys. You need something to wake you up. Like a test," she sternly said.

A top button of the blouse was undone, then another. As one their heads swivelled away from William, to see what she was up to. The buttons were undone nearly to her belly button, revealing a tantalising glimpse of underwear. She twisted the skirt around, and pulled at the zip. It took several tugs on the zipper before the skirt was loose. The long skirt peeled away from her body, revealing stocking clad legs. 

The guys nodded their approval at the strip show. 

"I see I have your attention now. Good! Perhaps an impromptu test won't be needed after all. Open your books to the project set last week, and I'll take a look at it," she told them.

The skirt was folded and laid over the back of a chair. Still wearing the blouse she bent over to reach into her bag. From that first day she had learnt to make a straight leg bend, and she did exactly that. The blouse acted like a miniskirt. Not nearly enough to cover her rear when bent over. 

The guys smiled brightly at the view of her peachy ass. She rummaged around in the bag, wriggling her panty clad ass from side to side. While bent over, the suspenders creased her cheeks, and the front ones puckered up. The red satin panties pulled into the cleft of her rounded bottom. The panty clad purse of her pussy, peeked at them from between slim thighs.

She had to stand up eventually. As much as the guys enjoyed the show, they were even more pleased when she removed the blouse. She stood before them in a red set of underwear. She looked as sexy as hell! A red corset held up her breasts, looking as though they were just perched there, ready to tumble over. Her nipples were dark brown orbs on a background of white, soft breasts. 

Red suspender belts pulled tight into her thighs. Between them was a shiny red triangle pulling and flexing at her crotch, as she swung her hips from side to side. It looked as though something was struggling to get out from the little pouch. It's gaping mouth had a sideways grin, forming a prominent camel toe. 

The sheer stockings gripped her shapely legs. They had a hint of red, looking as salubrious as the rest of the outfit. Those that managed to take their eyes off the large breasts, and squirming pussy, noticed the red high heels. 

William knew what she would be wearing, as he had arranged it. Not seeing her dressed like this before, he too was knocked out. She stood before them, totally unaware that all she wore, was sexy underwear. The confident pose indicated she thought she still wore the sensible two piece outfit. 

He just hoped the guys didn't try anything, as they would discover she was far from falling out of his control. The commands were firmly embedded into her subconscious, enough to compel her obedience.

"OK! No test. I'll get around to each of you to look over your assignments. I trust you have completed them over the weekend?" she pointedly asked.

"Yes, Miss Grant," they chorused with enthusiasm.

They nodded their heads, unaware of what she was asking. Each of them was concentrating on their teachers nakedness, rather than listening to what she was saying. 

She walked up to William and bent over his work. She made some suggestions, and moved on. He was tense from waiting to see what Julian would do to her. If anyone was going to take advantage of her, it was him. If he upset the game he would suffer the others anger, but then it would be too late.

She bent over Gerald to reach for a pen. While writing in the margin, she inadvertently rubbed a bare breast against his cheek. The close up of those luscious tits was too much. Already stiff from seeing her dressed so provocatively, he had rubbed his cock through the jeans. Turning his head, almost between his teachers tits, he felt a spurt of hot cum wet his pants. He looked down, hoping it didn't show.

His embarrassment wasn't because his teacher was so close, but from what his friends would say. The teasing would be horrendous. He was careful to keep his hands away from her, though it was more difficult not to kiss her wonderful nipples. Like the others he wanted more, after tasting them last week. 

William watched their teacher move on to Brian. He was a breast man, which he admitted, so it would be a big test for him. Before she bent over his desk he moved a pen out of reach. 

She scanned the work looking for his particular set of errors, and pointed out improvements.

"Could you show me Miss Grant," he carefully spoke. 

"Just rephrase it. I'll show you," Miss Grant told him, and reached for the pen. 

He turned his head at the same time, so that her nipples brushed across his lips. He couldn't help gently sucking on a nipple. She hesitated, with the pen in her hand ever so slightly shaking. Her brows creased in consternation. She moved back to give him a sharp stare, and drew a sharp breath ready to rebuke him.

"Brian!" she sharply said, and hesitated. 

It wasn't right to tell a student in class, or anywhere else, not to suck her nipples. Such an outrageous event wasn't possible. In consequence she shut out the idea, blocking it from her mind.

"You were showing me how to rephrase the sentence, Miss Grant," he innocently smiled. 

"Oh, I guess, yes, well. Just change, 'he would', to 'he did'. It's more positive," she gruffly responded.

Their teacher hesitantly approached the others, to dish out advice and encouragement. 

William watched her approaching Julian, just hoping he wouldn't try anything. She had been close to breaching the wall between her subconscious, and conscious mind, after Brian's stupid action. Julian would bring her round completely, if he tried his particular fancy. 

Once more comfortable in what had become a routine tour of the class, she listened to Julian's question. 

"Is it acceptable to write this without indicating who is speaking? Could it be left to the reader to work it out?" he asked.

As usual she leant over his desk, giving the others a good view of her rear. Her legs were straight, and slightly apart. The red panties had ridden up into the crack of her ass. The purse containing her pussy lips held on tight, separating them a little. 

A wisp of hair hung down one side of her face, though they didn't notice that. They watched her bottom ever so slightly, weave from side to side, as she replied to Julian's question.

With his left hand he pointed to several lines of speech, wondering if the characterisation was powerful enough to indicate who was speaking. His right hand casually slipped to his side, then lightly slid up a stocking to a bare thigh. 

Miss Grant immediately stood up, unintentionally clamping his hand between her thighs.

"Julian! I don't think, you can't, I mean, it's wrong to," the words tumbled from her lips.

This time the contact wasn't broken, as it had been with Brian. The inappropriate behaviour was carrying on, with a hand clamped between her legs. Some part of her recognised it was her fault. A hand wasn't up her skirt, because she wasn't wearing one. That insidious action too, was her fault. How could she chastise one of her students when it was her fault. 

Again her mind slipped a gear, to make it a passable, and acceptable situation. If the hand didn't go away, then all she could do was ignore it cupping her crotch.

Julian sweetly smiled at her. "You must be right, Miss Grant. You're the teacher after all," he smiled, without the slightest sign of sarcasm. 

Fiercely looking at him, she bent again to examine the section.

"Well, maybe, err, you could. Oh!" she exclaimed, on a sudden intake of breath.

His hand moved upward, to slide across her lips. 

"Every other, sentence, could, Oh!"

He crooked a finger into the crotch of her panties, with a knuckle prodding between her lips.

It was impossible to ignore such a blatant action. She closed her eyes in fright, wondering what was happening to her. Was she going mad?

"Miss Grant, could you look at this please," William said, trying to hold on to his anger.

She looked across at William with eyes full of anguish and an appeal for help. She couldn't move away with her panties caught. Her mind was struggling with the reality of having a student nudging her lips. She was trying desperately not to believe it.

Julian looked around at his friends with a big grin on his face. They looked back with daggers drawn. He looked away from them, now not so sure of himself. In contempt of their disapproval, he pushed at his teachers lips, satisfied to hear a moan of anguish. He was pleased to hear her moan in torment, each time he nudged her pussy. 

He felt a ache in his arm and quickly looked aside. Brian gripped his arm in a powerful fist, squeezing it painfully. He let go of her panties, and she stumbled toward William.

With both hands leaning on William's desk she breathed heavily. "William, please help me!" she murmured.

"May! Calm down. It's all right, nothing happened, forget anything happened," he whispered. He continued to soothingly talk her down, bringing her back to a state where she could ignore, and forget the awful experience.

Bent over with her panties awry, the guys had a clear view of her glistening pussy. 

Gerald grew another penis, knowing this one wouldn't be so easy to tame. He could hardly masturbate in class to get rid of it. Brian was looking at Julian with a fierce expression, and waved a fist at him. 

"Miss Grant, thank you for your help," William said. 

Miss Grant couldn't bring herself to put a hand up her skirt to adjust her panties. Despite being uncomfortable, she would have to wait until later. The class was nearly over, and she could safely go to the restroom. For some reason she needed to escape, and to rest from feeling faint. Maybe she was overdoing it.

Their teacher got dressed as they filed out. She sat at her desk, to make notes on the lesson as usual. She was very subdued, looking as though she had a lot to think about.

"Miss Grant, how are you today, no ill effects, I hope," William politely asked.

"William, I, err, would prefer if you didn't mention it in class, or anywhere else. It was wrong of me to talk to you like that," she firmly stated. 

She could feel her face was hot from embarrassment. Why, oh why, did she confide in him yesterday? 

"Sorry Miss. It's just that I spoke to my uncle on the phone yesterday. He gave me some advice and information. I thought you might find it reassuring," William shrugged, and turned to leave.

"William! Thank you. I do appreciate your help, I really do. What did he say?" she anxiously asked.

"The guys are waiting for me. Maybe I could call around later? No one will hear us talking then," William pointed out.

"Well, I'm not sure that's a good idea. Alright, I suppose so. Come around early, I'm expecting a visitor this evening," she awkwardly told him.

"OK! It won't take long," William smiled, and strode off to face the gang.

"Oh! Dear! What am I doing?" Miss Grant whispered. 

She had been checking out William's ass as he left. As a consequence a slight thrill shot through her body, alerting her to what she was doing. Otherwise, she wouldn't have noticed. The dream about William was remembered and she shuddered. It was bad enough letting a student visit her at home, and even worse that she let herself become excited by one of them. 

At least he was oblivious to it. He wouldn't be interested in an old teacher like her. She laughed. Old? I'm only thirty-one. 

"To an eighteen year old, I must seem ancient. Not even visible out of the classroom," she seriously reminded herself.

William arrived at his teachers house and was quickly let in. She seemed nervous and anxious to get rid of him.

"I have a visitor arriving soon, so you had better be quick," she reminded him. 

William knew all about the visitor, or hoped he did. He would have to be quick, as she said.

"May," he clearly said. 

He was pleased to see her expression and body language relaxed, and she became more affable.

"William, I'm so glad to see you. I'm worried about Victoria visiting this evening. Have I done the right thing?" she asked, seeking his reassurance. 

"Calm down, May. I'm glad you invited her. She needs my help. You need to listen carefully to what you have to do," he firmly told her.

He spent the next half hour instructing his teacher, until satisfied she would carry out the commands as planned. He gave it a lot of thought during the day, and it seemed foolproof. There was no telling how a person might react, though he knew the subject well enough to guess she would be a suitable subject. 




Teacher Undressed Ch. 04



Crossed fingers, and a touch on wood was called for. He took a deep breath before the next stage of the subterfuge. 

"Miss Grant, I'm pleased to help you in any way I can," he said.

"Err, well, yes, William," she hesitantly said. "Good. Well, then. You will do some studying while I make some coffee," she said, trying to sound confident. 

As he retrieved books from his pack, she wondered why he was still there. It was something to do with Victoria, though what exactly she couldn't place. 

"I must be going mad. It's as though I've missed out on a conversation, and everyone else is carrying on without me," she whispered to the kitchen. "It might be petit-mal." She continued to make the coffee, pushing aside the doubts. 

William felt more confident with this hurdle over. Miss Grant had accepted his presence, but would she instigate the rest of the ploy when a fellow teacher arrived.

The doorbell rang, startling him from the notes he was trying in vain to write. 

"Come in Victoria," Miss Grant said. She sounded perfectly calm. She was once more the confident teacher from school. 

"Call me Vicky, if you want to," Victoria requested, sounding nervous. 

"Vicky, would you like some coffee?" Miss Grant asked. As usual it sounded like a cross between a demand, and an order.

"Sure. Thanks again for giving me some pointers. I'm on probation with the boss. I need this job, and. . ." Victoria was prattling along, only to come to a sudden halt.

"That's William, don't worry about him. He's here to finish something I set last week. He needed some assistance. You can bring us our coffee, William," Miss Grant stated.

"Well now. He's completed the work I set, so he'll be gone. We can have a chat about your problems in school. I've heard you're struggling, Vicky," Miss Grant stated, sounding worried for her.

"Thank you, William," Miss Grant said, and sipped the coffee.

"Do you take sugar, Miss Bourbon?" he politely asked.

"No thank you. You certainly have your students under control. I wish I could do that," Victoria pitifully sighed.

"The biggest problem you have is a lack of confidence, my dear. You need to relax, and be more confident. They pick up on the slightest hesitation, then you've lost your authority," Miss Grant stated.

"I'm sure you're right. You have such a good reputation, I'm grateful for any advice," Victoria weakly smiled. 

If she didn't do better she would be out of a job. Without a decent reference there wasn't much chance of a second teaching position. This was looked upon as a lifeline, and a last chance.

"William can help you relax, and gain that extra little bit of confidence you need," Miss Grant firmly stated.

"William?" Victoria spluttered, spilling a splash of coffee in her lap.

"Yes! Just listen to me, Vicky. Hypnosis is an important tool in learning to relax. Once you have learnt to relax, you can gain confidence. The one feeds upon the other and so it grows, until you can face a bunch of juvenile delinquents, and bring them to heel. Once they start listening to you, they will study hard, and gain the good scores Mister Prentice demands. First, you have to relax, and William here has a natural gift," Miss Grant explained.

"I'm not sure. He's a student in my class. I don't think I should," Victoria burbled.

Watching her closely he was convinced she would be a good subject. They just needed to get her to cooperate. That first step was all she needed to take. He tried to look indifferent, even reluctant.

"Do not worry, Vicky. I will be here. You won't feel any different. It's not like the movies, where you look and sound like a zombie. You will just relax and learn to calm yourself. You can use the technique at home, and in school. I'll help you with the skills and tricks I use to control a class. First, let William do his little bit. Come on, do as your told," Miss Grant chided her.

"Well, I guess, if you say so," Victoria relented. 

William put her under easily. He helped her relax, build the knowledge, and ability to summon a relaxed state. It took a little longer as she was nervous, and frightened. Eventually the calm state needed was achieved.

"You will not consciously remember these instructions. I will give you written instructions which you must carry out. When carrying them out you will feel good, and will be relaxed. You will feel they are the best thing to do. Miss Grant approves of the instructions, and therefore they are the right thing to do," William stated.

He repeated the instructions a few times, in different ways, yet always with the same meaning. When he figured she was relaxed with the idea's implanted in her subconscious, and he felt sure she would respond to more written instructions, the session was finished.

"OK! Vicky, listen to me. I'll count to ten and you will come around, feeling wonderful and happy. You will feel confident, just as I told you," William clearly stated.

". . . Ten," he said.

"Oh! Yes, I think it worked. You were right, Miss Grant," Victoria beamed at the both of them. "Though it didn't seem as though I was under hypnosis at all. I do feel a lot happier about school. Thank you Miss Grant," she irritatingly wittered.

She had asked the formidable teacher to call her Vicky, but Miss Grant hadn't allowed her the privilege of using a first name. In fact she hadn't heard any of the staff call her May. Certainly the students wouldn't dare.

"Good, I'm pleased for you. Now you come around tomorrow and we'll start on the skills, and tricks of the trade you'll need in class. Well, off you go then," Miss Grant firmly said.

Victoria didn't give it a thought that William was still there. She completely ignore him, and he wondered what would happen if he stood in front of her. From experience with May he figured the subliminal instructions would be accepted tomorrow. He had spent a lot longer with her than on that first session with May. He watched Miss Bourbon leave, with a big smile on her face, and a well prepared set of instructions to read over.

"May," William stated.

"Did I do well, William?" May asked, looking concerned.

"Yes, you did very well," William smiled, at his teacher.

"Thank you, William. Victoria needs your help just as much as I do. It is good of you to help her," May smiled.

"What's troubling you?" he asked.

"I was wondering, it's nothing, really. I shouldn't ask," she demurely spoke.

"Go on. I'm here to help you, remember that. Anything that's troubling you, just tell me," he reminded her.

"Well. Will you be, err, be giving her, I mean, doing things to her?" she asked, and turned a bright red from embarrassment.

"Don't you want me to?" he asked, feeling amused by her look of embarrassment.

"Oh! It's not up to me! I'm sorry to ask," she said, looking crestfallen. 

"If she needs one, I might give her an orgasm," he laughed. "You're my special pet teacher, so don't worry. I'll look after you with special care," he reassured her.

"But you haven't, err, you know," she diffidently began to complain, only couldn't continue.

"What do you mean?" he teased.

"I can't say, please don't make me say it," she whined.

It was amusing to see this usually confident teacher looking so diffident and uncomfortable. He wanted to laugh at her awkward shyness, though he didn't want to hurt her. 

He warmly smiled and told her. "It's alright, tell me what you want."

"Please, William, make me yours, sleep with me properly," she quietly spoke. Once started she let go of her moral reservations. "I want to feel you inside me, and for you to hold me afterwards. I need you William," she blurted out.

"Get undressed, and we'll see," he said. 

He looked intensely at her, knowing this was a big step to take. That she had asked him, was a small mitigation against it being against her conscious will. She was hypnotised, and his influence had been working on her subconscious over several weeks. Was it fair to say she wanted him, or was it his desire and needs she was about to fulfil.

She jumped up from the sofa to eagerly strip off her clothes. She proudly displayed her nakedness to him, with all her inhibitions happily abandoned. She stood before him, looking more like an eager young slut, than his mature teacher. To salve his conscience he needed to give her a chance.

"We need to eat first. I need my strength if I'm to spend the night satisfying my pet teacher," he smiled. 

She broke out a big smile and a squeal of pleasure. She dashed off to the kitchen, not asking what he wanted. She looked back around the door with a quizzical look.

"Anything quick will do," he laughed.

She didn't change her mind. In the bedroom William looked at his naked teacher, feeling nervous. Although eager to please, she turned away from him with a tenseness they both felt. He had phoned his parents to let them know he would be studying with a friend, which they agreed to. That he would be studying sex with his teacher, was conveniently left out.

This wouldn't be his first time, though this wouldn't be a quick fumble in the back of a car. He knew her body well by now, but was now committed to a full blown sex session. The tension left them silent. They were both hovering around the bed unable to make the first move into the commitment.

He cleared his throat, unsure what to say. "Undress me," he nervously spoke.

His teacher slowly pulled the t-shirt above his head. She leant forward, kissed his chest, and found a nipple to suck. He threw the t-shirt aside, put his arms on her shoulders to push her back. It was his turn to kiss her breasts, and tenderly pull on a nipple with his lips. 

He lowered her to the floor, where she unzipped his jeans. She pulled them down to his feet, gripping the underwear with them. His cock wasn't fully erect, from fear of the moment, yet getting there. He stared at her nuzzling his cock, with her nose, cheek, and lips. She nibbled her way down to his balls, and licked them.

His cock proudly grew in her face. She looked up at him, past his erection, with a look of longing. The view of his teacher, on her knees, with his cock in her face, was astounding. The look of expectation demanded satisfaction. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

The look that passed between them was electric. The message was clear. She would suck him dry if he demanded it, even though she desperately wanted more. There was no way he could let her suck on his cock, as he was bound to disappoint her. He wanted her to be his woman. It was as though he had matured, and passed the point of humbling his teacher. He wanted her as a woman, not a plaything on the end of his cock.

He lifted her into his arms to embrace her with all his strength. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tightly, wanting to become one with her lover. 

"I want you so much. Make me yours, take me," she whispered.

"Yes. Yes! You are mine. I want to keep you to myself, forever," he earnestly breathed in her ear.

They tumbled onto the bed with limbs writhing about each other; entwined in intense desire. This was no longer a naughty groping born from sexual lust. They were lovers exploring each other with a burning passion. Each seeking to gratify the others desires. With lips, teeth, hands, arms, and even their feet, they stroked, bit, and caressed each other. 

Their sensitised flesh cried out for a belonging, a togetherness, a joining of two into one. No longer unsure, or hesitant, or shy, they collided together. He rolled on top of her, and she pulled him between her legs. She opened up to him, and thrust up her hips. He pushed into her yielding body. It was ready for him, already stoked with hot desire. 

She felt his red hot cock thrust deep into her vagina. 

"Yes! Oh! Yes! Pound me hard, my wonderful lover," she screeched.

He couldn't hold back to make the magnificent moment last. He thrust away, with his strong leg muscles pushing, and his taught thighs heaving, to drive his cock into her. 

"Fill me with cock!" she yelled.

All too soon she felt her stomach clenching and pulsing. Inner muscles began to spasm. She clenched his cock, holding onto it.

"Fill me up! Fill me with your hot sperm!" she demanded.

She gripped his back, trying to hold him still. He thrust in deeply with his cock pulsing, spurting into her. He murmured unintelligible guttural sounds, yet full of meaning.

"Oh! God! I'm there, I'm cumin," she whimpered. 

He rolled off her sated body, with her arms gripping him tight, he pulled her with him. They lay breathing heavily for awhile. They looked into each others' eyes, gleaming with shared pleasure. 

"I love you so much," he said.

"My wonderful lover! I love you," she answered.

He muttered and whispered endearments to her, then fell asleep. She smiled pleasure with her whole body. She wrapped a leg around his, holding onto him, as though he might escape. 

One arm was caught under his sleeping weight, and she wanted to be trapped by him, kept there, forever by his side. With her free hand she stroked his face, exploring it with a palm and tingling fingertips, still sensitive from the afterglow of a deep orgasm.

"I'm yours now. I have you to look after me, and tell me what to do," she murmured, and fell asleep.



Teacher Undressed Ch. 05



Two teachers undressed in class

Miss Grant woke up physically refreshed, with a feeling that all her troubles were in the past. Still in a half-awake state, she stretched her limbs, and froze. Someone was in the bed! Her leg rubbed against naked flesh. She frantically tried to recall where she had been last night, but of course, it had been the usual evening in. 

A fellow teacher had visited, and May remembered her leaving, yet not much else. She slowly turned her head, to find it was a man. Slowly and carefully she screwed up in a ball, afraid of waking the stranger. 

She felt between her legs and silently groaned. The evidence was there; he had taken her! How in hell had this happened? Despite the pleasant thoughts on waking, she was after all losing her mind. This was far worse than being absent minded, and running around in her underwear. 

In horror she watched him moving. He was beginning to wake. She scanned the bedside table, looking for a weapon. Something heavy to hit him with, or at least to protect herself. Before she could reach for the alarm clock, he turned to face her.

'William!' she shouted.

William opened his eyes wide. His teacher was looking at him as though he were a monster. He meant to leave before she woke up. This was awkward. She looked stunned as though he'd hit her.

'What are you doing here? Shit! What did we do? Don't tell me, I don't want to know. Oh! Hell! I'm naked in bed with a student. Don't move, don't do anything,' she ranted.

He watched her trying to regain control of her anger. It was plain her thoughts were in turmoil. She gritted her teeth, grinding them together. 

'I've got cum leaking out of me. Is it yours?' she asked.

He nodded, and opened his mouth to say her name.

'Don't say a word! I don't want to know what happened. It was just you, wasn't it?' she asked, looking afraid of the answer.

He nodded again, and she let go a deep sigh. She reached for a box of tissues. Gripping the sheet up around her neck, she wiped between her legs. 

'There seems to be a lot of mess. It was just you wasn't it?' she shot the question at him.

'Yes. We made love several times,' he quietly admitted. 

'Oh! Did I, err. . .' she tried to say, and faltered.

After a moment he realised what she was trying to say. 'You did.' 

'Don't touch me!' she warned. 

His hand gripped her shoulder. Despite her warning she didn't shrug him off. She was trembling with fright. He felt deeply sorry for taking advantage of her. What could he do now? It would be too easy to summon the hypnotic state. He wanted to reassure her as she was now, his respectable teacher, by bringing it all into the open.

'I wanted to help you,' he said.

'Help me? Help yourself, you mean,' she crossly said. Her face changed from fear and anger, to a pleading look. 'Help me, William,' she whispered.

'It's too much to bear. Whatever you did to me, do it now. I don't mean sex! I mean make it all go away. I want to feel happy again. You did that to me, didn't you?' she implored of him.

'Yes. You were happy last night,' he teased.

'I'm sure, but that's not what I mean. This is wrong, and very bad, William. I woke up feeling wonderful. Now I'm a mess. I can't go through the day, knowing something happened. Not knowing what happened, yet having to deal with it,' she moaned.

'May!' he firmly said.

'William! Thank you, I think. I'm not sure. I'm all mixed up. Please, William, help me, please. Tell me what to do,' she pleaded.

'Take a deep breath, and calm down. That's it. Everything is alright. Forget about waking up and being fearful. I'm here to help you, and look after you,' he soothingly spoke.

'Yes, William. I know. I'll do as you say,' she smiled. 'Last night was wonderful,' she demurely spoke, and looked away from him, feeling embarrassed.

He pulled her close and engulfed her in his arms. He kissed her face, and whispered in her ear that she was wonderfully good person.

'Tell me about it. How was it for you?' he goaded her, with a big grin on his face.

She giggled. 'I was ever so naughty. Oh! We woke up and did it again! Was it three times, or did I dream it?' 

'We did, and you were a gorgeous slut,' he warmly informed her.

'A slut? Isn't that bad?' she asked, looking worried. 

'You were my slut, so that was just perfect. You enjoyed being a slut, didn't you,' he reassured her.

'Yes, William, I enjoyed being your slut. All those wonderful orgasms! Can I be your slut now?' she giggled, and reached for his cock. 'Mmm! You're cock wants me, William,' she teased.

'You're a naughty teacher slut. I might have to spank you,' he firmly stated.

'If you want to, but . . .' she diffidently started to say.

'What? What does my slut teacher want?' he teased, wondering if he was going to learn something new.

'It's not my place to say. I'm your slut, and should do as I'm told,' she seriously stated. 

His cock twitched from the way she spoke and how she innocently looked up at him. The contrast from before, when she was his angry teacher, was exciting. When saying she was his slut, it was genuinely meant. She looked diffident, vulnerable, and eager to please. He was still an irresponsible teenager, not used to responsibility, so couldn't help thinking of her as his personal sex toy.

'Tell me, what do you want,' he insisted, even more intrigued.

'Would you kiss my breasts, please,' she hopefully asked.

A little disappointed, he nevertheless leant over a nipple to suck it hard, then bit on it.

'William! I don't think you should be so rough with your teachers breasts!' she laughed. 'Gently, please,' she encouraged him.

So that was it. He hadn't been careful enough, or made it last long enough for her. So he had learnt something after all. William moved closer, and cupped them together between both hands. They were so large they overflowed. The nipples were responding to his thumbs teasing them. He leaned in to tenderly suck on one, then the other.

Hearing her pleasurable moaning encouraged him. She began to squirm, and rub her thighs together. She wrapped both arms around him, pulling his head into her cleavage, and wound her legs around his waist. 

'Now! Please! Your slut needs you, William, please!' she begged him.

His hard cock nudged her thighs and slid between engorged lips. She firmly grabbed his cock and pushed it in place. After asking him to be gentle with her breasts, she was a bit rough with his cock.

His teacher lifted her hips trying to encompass him. He lifted up too, so just the head of his cock was taken. She tried to push up at him, to take it all, only she was hanging from his body, unable to move.

'Fuck your slut, William!' she implored.

'Ask me nice, teacher,' he taunted her.

'Please, William, fuck your slut teacher!' she begged.

'Do you want me to be gentle, like I was with your breasts?' he innocently asked.

'Nooo! Fuck me hard!' she hissed.

'You're a naughty teacher. No please or thank you,' he admonished her, and slapped a cheek.

'Please, William, fuck your slut teacher. Please fuck me hard!' she screamed.

He plunged into his teacher with all his weight. With enthusiasm he relentlessly pounded her cunt.

'Hard enough, teacher?' he gasped.

'Yes! Keep going, please, keep going,' she hoarsely groaned. 

Her legs fell away from his waist. Both hands pulled at his bottom, setting a fast pace. 

'Oh, god! I'm cumin! Yessss!' she hissed.

William arched his back, and pushed hard. No longer thrusting with vigour, he slowly travelled deep, and kept pushing with strong leg muscles. His feet dug into the bed, shoving hard, as though wanting to bury himself into her.

'Oh! My!' she yelped, on feeling him so deep, it felt as though he was filling her entire body with hard cock.

Feeling him freeze, while buried deep inside, and his penis twitching, she cum. The orgasm rocked her body from head to foot. A wave of euphoria washed everything aside like a tidal wave. She was just a small thing wrapped around a huge cock.

'Fill me up, fill me up with your lovely sperm,' she panted.

On feeling his penis fading, she groaned a little noise of anguish. The feeling of it withdrawing left her feeling empty. The comforting afterglow of a powerful orgasm remained. His weight pushed her into the bed, leaving her feeling a part of him. He turned over and she snuggled up to him.

'That was four,' he slowly stated.

She wondered what he meant, then it clicked. 'I'm just your slut, always ready to receive your lovely sperm, William,' she demurely said.

'If it's so lovely then you had better not waste any. You can clean me up,' he laughed back at her.

'Your slut must obey!' she sighed. Her voice sounded reluctant, yet the movements were eager. 

While she sucked and licked his cock, he looked at the time. This was a nice way to prepare for school. All teachers ought to look after their students so well. At that moment he remembered Vicky. If she had read his instructions over and over as directed, the results would be interesting. 

He folded his arms behind his head, letting his teacher enjoy his cock. A thrilling exhilaration ran through his entire body and swamped his brain. His teacher was sucking his cock! She had it all in her mouth and was actually enjoying it. He hadn't intended for her to be so dependent upon him, or any of this when first hypnotising her. It started as a joke, a silly game, and then just grew out of control. 

Having an obedient teacher pandering to his whims was awesome! He glanced at the clock again, wondering if he should stop her. There was no time for another session, and he needed breakfast. 

'You can leave my balls, naughty slut,' he ordered, and slapped her ass.

She looked up at him with a mischievous expression. Her lips formed a sensuous 'O', poised over the head of his cock. Her tongue flicked out to tease the eye of his penis. He roughly pulled her up the bed, and slapped her ass. When she laughed, he spanked her hard, reddening her bottom. 

'Bad slut! Do as you are told, or else,' he scolded her. 'I'm going for a shower, while you make breakfast. Go along, do as you are told!' he forcefully commanded. 'Don't forget to put on a dressing gown!' he pulled her up, as she reached the door.

She left the bedroom rubbing her sore bottom, giving him some peace to clean up. Over breakfast he coached her on what to remember, and more importantly, what to forget. At last she had calmed down so it was time to leave. At the back door she hugged him, and gave him a lingering kiss of farewell. As soon as she closed the kitchen door she would be his teacher again.

William opened the back garden gate and scanned the parking lot. It was convenient to have a discreet access to where he parked his car. On the drive to school he went over the last twelve hours. It was surprising how demanding she had been this morning. Having to spank his teacher to prevent her from sucking his cock off, was amusing. He didn't laugh. 

At a set of traffic lights he sat wondering about what he was doing to her. He felt concerned, and worried he might be harming her. Although he was a selfish youth he was being forced to face up to his responsibilities, and felt good about it.

'I'm in it up to my neck, with no way back,' he murmured. 

***

As usual he met the guys before class. Brian hung back wanting to talk. 

'I don't like what Julian wants to do to her,' he said.

'Neither do I. It would mean big trouble if caught,' William said.

'Keep this to yourself. I'm signing up to a good college, and don't want to crap on the chance. It'll do for my future. I'll beat the shit out of Julian if he tries anything,' Brian promised.

'Yea, OK, Brian, calm down. We'll both work on him, OK?' William tried reassuring him.

At lunch time William headed for Julian. Before the guy could launch into his usual bitching demands, William pulled him up.

'Listen Julian, I've got a deal for you. There's no way the others will go along with what you want. Fucking a teacher is going too far. Listen! I'll fix it for you. I'll meet you in the old canteen after lunch,' Brian said, and managed to smile at him like a fellow conspirator.

Between classes Brian tackled William again, this time with the others, and without Julian. 

'Wait and see. Don't worry, I've squared away the problem caused by Julian. Tonight, just wait and see, it'll be a surprise,' he enigmatically spoke.

Brian again hung back, wanting to confirm their earlier conversation.

'I did what you said. I've put the word around. Miss Bourbon won't have any trouble in class. If anyone misbehaves they'll face me and the football team. So, why am I calling in favours?' Brian asked.

'Don't worry. Its nearly the end of term, so owed favours won't mean much when we go to college. Best cash them in. You'll see, just be patient, it'll be worth it,' William smooth talked him. 

'I saw what happened yesterday when Julian finger fucked her. She would have freaked out if you hadn't calmed her down. There's no way I want anything to do with this if it means losing my scholarship. The others don't want the police involved either. Its only that fucking stupid Julian who's going to screw everything,' Brian said.

It was the most William had heard him say since the beginning of high school.

'Yea! I know. Thanks for helping. Keep an eye on him tonight, OK?' 

'Sure,' Brian said. He shrugged his shoulders and walked off.

William waited by the lockers for Julian, who duly turned up as expected.

'I'm looking forward to the surprise event,' he said. 

'Good, it'll be worth it. Just don't push it, alright?' William reminded him.

'Sure, no problem. There was something I wanted to ask you, but it slipped my mind,' he said, looking bemused. 

He hadn't mentioned going all the way with their teacher, which was a first. William smiled, knowing the friend had taken in the instructions given to him earlier.

William let him walk ahead to the class, and followed a few minutes later. As hoped, he ran into Miss Grant near the classroom. 

'Hi Miss Grant,' he said. He wanted to ask her if she spoke to Miss Bourbon, but didn't know how to bring up the subject.

'Oh, William,' she said. 

There was something she wanted to say to him, though it was difficult to put into words. Just for a moment her bottom stung, as though it had been slapped.

William thought she looked startled, and was trying to bring herself under control. 

'Do you mind taking my books into class, I need a minute or two. I know you'll help me,' she said. 

Her brow creased, while wondering why the words, help me, had such a deep meaning. She coyly smiled at her student, feeling happier than she had all day. While handing over the books their fingers touched. A nice tingling sensation shot up her arm. She gave him a big smile.

'Thank you for helping me, William,' she giggled. 

The giggle was a surprise, but she couldn't help feeling like a naughty conspirator with the boy. She told herself he wasn't a boy, he was a man and more than capable of making her happy. Watching him walk into class, she wondered where such a peculiar thought came from.

***

Miss Grant walked into class, followed by Miss Bourbon. 

'Miss Bourbon you all know. She will be joining our class today, just to get an idea how we are getting along,' Miss Grant said.

The guys looked at William with hurt looks. Having another teacher in class was going to spoil their fun. Whatever William had planned for this afternoon was now ruined. As usual the guys behaved themselves, and hid the disappointment pretty well. They opened their books and began to study them, for the first time in several weeks.

Their teacher was murmuring something to their unwelcome visitor. William kept his head down, yet managed to keep a nervous eye on them both. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but their teacher sounded as though she were reassuring Miss Bourbon.

'You were right about the relaxation, and your tips worked. My classes this afternoon were very well behaved,' Miss Bourbon said.

'Well then, you had best watch and learn a little more. We had better get changed. As this is a late class, I'm usually less formal,' Miss Grant explained. 

'Yes, err, are you sure? You might have mentioned it before, or did I read it somewhere. I'm not sure about this, isn't it against school rules?' Miss Bourbon said, looking nervous.

'Don't worry, just relax, and follow my example,' Miss Grant smiled at her.

Miss Grant unbuttoned the front of her dress, and the younger teacher undid a couple of buttons with shaking hands. 

A couple of students looked up, and forgot about their books. One by one the others realised what was going on and openly stared at the two teachers. William hissed at his friends, wanting them to be less obvious. 

Miss Grant was well practised at undressing in class, with her clothes peeling off with the ease a banana skin being unzipped. She was completely at ease over stripping in class. The practice had been built up over the last few weeks, whereas Miss Bourbon had been thrown in at the deep end. This was her first time.

Miss Bourbon slowly peeled off her dress, as though striping to a slow dance. As well as having an extra body to gape at, this slow strip tease was especially fascinating. Miss Grant bent over in her panties, picked up their clothes, and hung them on the coat rack.

She turned to the class, without a qualm. Miss Bourbon stood slightly behind her with a hand covering her crotch and an arm covering her breasts. She was swaying as though about to swoon. 

They both wore matching bright red underwear, organised by William. The bra was a half cup, pushing their breasts into a deep cleavage. The red satin material of the panties was high cut. The thin material clung to the crotch, hiding little. 

Miss Grant as usual was unaware of her nakedness, and seemed unconcerned. The shorter and younger teacher looked petrified. The guys were trying to work out which of them had the biggest breasts. 

William was nervous, wondering if he had pushed it too far, too soon. Their teacher looked confident, whereas Miss Bourbon looked frightened. Miss Grant was sure of herself and was taking the lead, thinking she was showing the other teacher a usual routine. 

'As this is a special class we'll give them individual attention. Take a look at William's work as an example, then Brian's work, he needs the most help,' Miss Grant quietly told Vicky. 

The young teacher seemed happier not to be centre stage. She even gave William a small smile as she approached him. 

William smiled at her, trying to reassure the nervous teacher. 'Welcome to our class, Miss Bourbon,' he said, and handed her a note.

'Try to relax miss,' he said.

'Thank you for your help the other evening, William,' she said. 'It's working well,' she quietly spoke. 

Reading the note brought on a more relaxed stance and expression. They went through the class work, while Miss Grant spoke to one of the guys. All eyes were on the young teacher, with fresh enthusiasm for a new body to ogle. She bent over William's desk, tightening the panties around her luscious bottom. She bent a little more for the material to pull between her cheeks. 

A finger automatically went behind her, grazing her bare bottom, on its way to pull the panties from between her cheeks. Her hand was whipped back and she leaned heavily on William's desk. She shivered in fright, and closed her eyes tight. She wondered what she was doing in class, blatantly adjusting her panties. 

'It's alright Vicky, try to relax. Remember what I told you last night. Take a deep breath. Just follow Miss Grant's lead, follow your instructions, and you will be alright. Miss Grant will show you the way, and I'm here to help you, just remember that, and you'll do just fine,' William reassured her. 




Teacher Undressed Ch. 05



Miss Bourbon took a deep breath, heaving her large breasts in Williams face. 'Thank you William for helping me,' she said, and gave him a big smile of gratitude.

Brian kept a watch on Julian, ready to grab his wandering hands if he made an indecent grab at Miss Grant. Everyone else was taking in Miss Bourbon's peachy ass, exposed over William's desk. 

The guys glanced at William hoping he might push both teachers into stripping off. They realised it was too soon for this new teacher to be stripped naked, but it didn't stop them yearning to see it all. Having Miss Grant wander among them in bra and panties seemed tame. It was still a thrill seeing Miss Bourbon in her underwear, and the way she kept trying to hide her nakedness was alluring. 

Vicky walked among the guys toward Brian, feeling something was wrong. An arm cosseted her breasts and a hand hung down in front of her, trying to gain some modesty. She glanced across at her mentor, Miss Grant, and was pleased to receive a reassuring smile. Standing beside Brian she looked across the classroom at William, and was reassured to receive an encouraging nod of approval. 

It seemed as though her breasts were in the way, leaving her feeling awkward. He turned to her, pointing at a paragraph, asking a question. She couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, and his written work was a blur.

'This here miss, does it make sense to you?' Brian repeated. 

Vicky pulled herself together, and bent closer over his workbook. She began to correct the sentence, and explained why. Once into the regular class work she began to relax. Every time her breast nudged his cheek she hesitated, then carried on explaining how he should think it logically through to make more sense.

'You've got, err, two ideas intertwined. If you, err, rearrange the sentences it will make easier reading, oh. Move this sentence here, err, oh, to make a new paragraph,' Vicky advised.

'Thank you miss, that's a great help,' Brian smiled at her.

He enjoyed her breast rubbing his cheek and the little breathy exclamations she gave whenever they touched. He would do as she advised, just as soon as she was finished with Julian. He didn't trust the little shit to keep his hands off her. William had explained he hadn't worked on her for long, so she might be shocked out of the hypnotic state. That would mean disaster for all of them! 

She bent over Julian's desk, for Brian to have a close up look at her ass. There was just a filament of fabric separating her cheeks, which was exciting, and all the more so because it was a teacher. He looked across at Miss Grant, comparing their bottoms. One was a cute peachy ass, whereas the other was a perfect heart shape. It was difficult to score them, so he gave up, and sat back to admire the two teachers bare asses. Nice! This is one class he would never forget.

Julian felt her breast in his ear, and turned his head to take a look at those lovely plump breasts. His nose brushed her cleavage, and she flinched. A shaking finger was point at a passage in his essay, and she stopped talking. She looked worried, with a creased brow, and a look of disquiet plastered across her face. She looked as though she was going to panic.

'Thank you, miss, that's great advice. It's so obvious now you've pointed it out,' he smiled at her. 

Pretending she had said something meaningful seemed the right thing to do. The urge to touch her was strong, but something prevented him making a move. He glanced across at his friend, unsure what to do. William was staring at him, and he felt Brian breathing down his neck. William's smile and slight nod, assured him he was doing the right thing.

Vicky looked across the classroom to see her colleague busy with another student. She turned to William with a pained expression, then decided to seek his help. She stumbled, and promptly recovered the misstep to hurry to William's desk. Her breathing rate was up, when she imploringly stared at him. 

Something was badly wrong. There was something she had done, but couldn't put it into words, or even think it through. Asking William for help seemed wrong, or maybe it was a sign of how confused she was. If only she could think through what had happened, she might solve the problem herself.

'You're doing fine, miss Bourbon,' William quietly told her. 

The sound of his voice was reassuring. May told her how much he had helped her, so maybe it wasn't so bad asking this student for advice. 

'William, I. I've done something wrong. I feel as though something is terribly wrong,' she nervously whispered to him.

'Is it something intangible? Something you can't say?' he asked.

'Yes, that's it,' she said.

'It's anxiety. You haven't done anything wrong. Everything is just fine. Take a deep breath and relax,' he firmly told her.

'Oh? I guess you're right, maybe. May, I mean, Miss Grant, said you had a natural ability to help, somehow. Please help me William,' she said. 

She took a deep breath, emphasising the deep cleavage engineered by a cleverly designed bra. 

'Please read this, Miss Bourbon,' he firmly stated.

He watched her read the instructions that reinforced the idea that she should copy May's example, and that she was happy with her work in this class. He was a lot more careful with her instructions after the near disasters with May. His technique had improved immensely with experience, as testified with the instructions to Julian. Julian had restrained himself when Vicky was so close and vulnerable, as ordered. 

The guys had been looking forward to their teacher becoming more erotic in the classroom, but having two teachers prancing about in sexy underwear, like catwalk models, was the next best thing. The others were alright, it had just been Julian who had been all for pushing things too far, and he had been dealt with.

Both teachers stood at the front of the class, looking pleased with themselves. Miss Grant was pleased to have improved their grades considerably. More than enough to pass final exams. Vicky looked pleased, having following her mentors example, and survived the hour. 

They wouldn't be so happy if it were realised they had been prancing around in designer underwear. The small push up bra with matching red panties showed of their figures so well. The red high heels had them walking erect, with poise. Having to walk straight backed pushing out the bust, looked so very sexy. 

The six inch heels added to the length of their legs. When they bent over with legs almost straight, the sight of a bare bottom with the crotch pulled tight was fascinating. Too much for a couple of the guys. They were hiding a wet patch in front of their jeans.

As the guys filed out of the classroom thanking them for all their help, the two teachers got dressed, discussing how well they guys were responding to the teaching methods. 

'I shall most definitely follow your example, Miss Grant. You have a way with these boys, to have improved their grades so much. They are so attentive, and appreciative of you, it is inspirational,' Miss Bourbon enthused.

***

Before Julian could escape to a restroom for his usual masturbation session, William fostered upon him a set of instructions. 

'Read this when you get home, alright,' William told him.

'Are you sure just reading this will teach me to hypnotise someone?' Julian complained. 

He didn't want to put the effort into anything. He just wanted the results quickly, and for them to be to his advantage.

He drove round to May's home and parked in a back lane. Sure that no one was around to see him, he knocked on the back door. 

'William? What are you doing here? Sorry, didn't mean to be rude,' Miss Grant quickly added, and looked mystified as to why she bothered to say such a thing to a student. A slight shake of her head, and she continued. 'Whatever is it will have to wait until tomorrow,' she imperiously stated.

William had no time for this, so he jumped right in, 'May,' he firmly said.

'William, what are you doing standing there, come in, please come in,' May said.

She gave him a big smile and stood to one side, letting him enter the kitchen. 

'Is there something bothering you, May,' he asked.

'Well, there is something you could help me with, William. I need advice over my budgeting. I seem to have over spent this month. For some reason my clothing purchases are way over budget. It doesn't seem to make sense,' she worriedly spoke.

William wondered what she meant for a moment, then realised it was the underwear she was buying that was unaccounted for. As miss Grant she was under instruction not to remember the purchases. He guessed the expensive underwear and shoes tore a big hole in her wage packet. 

'Don't worry, May, I'll fix that for you,' he promised.

'Thank you William, I just knew you would help me. Can I get you something to eat, and drink?' she purred.

'Perhaps we could continue the little game we started this morning? I would love to be your naughty little slut, William,' she coyly proposed. 

'We haven't time. We need to prepare for Vicky, she's coming round later,' he reminded her.

For a moment she looked disappointed, though soon recovered.

'Oh! I'd forgotten. You must tell me what to do and say. I shall pay special attention to your instructions, William, I promise,' she smiled pleasantly at him. 'I do so want to please you,' she said, vamping it up, trying to tempt him.

She stood close, thrusting her breasts at him, swishing her hips back a forth. He wondered if they had time before Vicky got there. No, it was too important not to thoroughly prepare before she arrived.

'Should I get undressed, William,' she asked, trying to look innocent, and seductive at the same time.

He took a long look at her. He had to remind himself this was his teacher trying to seduce him. If he forgot, or took her for granted he would make a mistake. Pinching her bottom in school, while she was Miss Grant, would cause a commotion. He laughed and playfully slapped her bottom. She gave him a mischievous glance, wanting him to chase her to the bedroom. The damn woman was besotted with him!

'Later, when Vicky has gone,' he relented. 

'Mmmm! Cant' wait,' she laughed back at him. 'Will my master spank me if I get his lessons wrong?' she giggled.

'You will do as you are told! Understood?' he impatiently instructed.

'Yes, William, sorry, William,' she diffidently agreed.

He was so used to it, he didn't give it a thought when his teacher obeyed instructions and deferred to him. She was succumbing to his orders more easily as time went by. The difference between May, his happy subject, and Miss Grant, his severe teacher, was become less and less. As Miss Grant, she had told him to make her forget what happened this morning. Which meant switching her to the role of May, the happy submissive. 

He looked at May for a moment, with a suspicion over what was happening to her. She was pleased to receive instructions, somehow needing to hand over responsibility for her actions. She readily accepted his orders to escape making her own decisions. It was interesting but why she was like that he had no idea.

How could he apply that understanding to Vicky? She was less sure of herself, and more submissive than Miss Grant to start with. It should be easier to influence her. Miss Grant would never have stripped off in class so soon as Vicky had. It had taken a lot of work and careful manipulation to influence Miss Grant. He would find out how pliable Vicky is this evening.

The door bell rang, and May looked at William for permission to answer it. He was ready; sitting at the table with open books, pretending to study. He looked up at Miss Bourbon and nodded to her. She gave him a big smile in return.

'Hello, Miss Grant. Thank you for spending your valuable time with me,' she began. 

She still called her Miss Grant, as all the teachers did. The woman was too strong a character to do otherwise. If only they knew what a shallow front it was, William thought.

Miss Grant cut her off, 'I'm glad to be of help. What did you think of my late class?' 

'I have to admit I was nervous. It felt strange, as though something was wrong. I can't shake off the feeling. Sorry,' she said, looking timid under the older woman's stare.

'Another relaxation session with William will settle that, I'm sure,' Miss Grant said. 'Sit there, Miss Bourbon. 'William, come over here and help Miss Bourbon,' she ordered.

Miss Bourbon looked at him with a shy smile. 'Thank you, William for helping me. My afternoon classes went so much better, and I did feel more confident,' she admitted.

William knew it was Brian's threats to her students that did the trick. There was no way he could improve her teaching methods, especially not by having her strip off in class. Pandemonium would break out with noisy cheering attracting everyone in school. 

'Thank you Miss Bourbon. I'm here to help you,' he respectfully said. 

She prepared herself by settling into the sofa with a little wiggle of her hips. Now he had seen it all, or very nearly all, he appreciated her voluptuous figure. 

'Vicky,' he said, and watched the changes in her posture. There was only the slight relaxation of her shoulders and face, to reveal she was under his influence.

'May,' he said, to Miss Grant.

'Yes, William,' she responded.

'Please sit over there and keep quiet,' he told his teacher.

'Yes, sir,' she pleasantly replied, and quickly obeyed him.

'May, have you studied the notes I gave you?' he asked.

'Yes, sir,' she answered.

Calling him, sir, confirmed she had absorbed the instructions and taken them to heart. 

'I shall give you more instructions to read, and I want you to observe them at all times. Can you do that?'

'Yes, sir,' she said.

'You know I am here to help you,' he firmly said.

'Yes, sir, you are here to help me, thank you for your help, sir,' she politely spoke. 

'I want you to go with May to get changed into something more comfortable,' he purposefully told her.

'Anything you say, sir, thank you, sir,' she said, and walked out with May.

They quickly returned wearing identical baby-doll negligee's. The translucent pink top loosely fell to swirl around the hips. They wore no underwear except sheer pink panties. He blinked rapidly at the unashamed revelation of their bodies. They were presenting themselves blatantly for his approval. That Vicky had succumbed without fuss showed she was a good subject, as he suspected. 

'Sir? How can we serve you, sir?' they asked in unison.

He looked up at the two teachers with a big smile on his face. This was definitely something he wasn't going to share with his friends. He had thought to bring Vicky to the same level of control as May, and give her to them. That idea had been wiped out entirely.

They were different, and so very sexy. May's legs were longer, and her waist slimmer. Vicky was just a little dumpy, with large breasts in compensation.

'Turn around, and bend over,' he croaked.

They quickly did as they were told, and rather than complain, they giggled like naughty schoolgirls. Seeing the tops swirling around, he made up his mind to buy more outfits for them. There was a ballerina tutu skirt, made of organza net he had seen on a web site. They would have to pay for them, like everything else they had bought. It seemed ironic getting them to pay for his pleasure.

He sat back to admire the delightful sight of two teachers baring their bottoms at him. Two pairs of glistening lips were pushing between their thighs. He figured they were doing it on purpose. May must have spoken to her protégé, encouraging her to play up to him, with the prospect of a good session in bed. 

The thought of having two naked teachers in bed with him, was almost enough to make him cum in his pants. How could he possibly cope with the two of them at once? If he took Vicky first she could be sent home, leaving him to recover for May. May certainly knew how to help him recover.

Knowing her, she would be desperate enough to do anything he wanted. Would May let him screw her, or would she flip? He was happy enough examining their naughty bits to be too bothered about later.

'You can both fix something to eat,' he told them. 

Watching them scuttle out, hurrying to the kitchen to please him, was fascinating. Vicky's breasts were very firm, and bounced delightfully. He wondered if she was ready to let him fondle them.



Teacher Undressed Ch. 06



Two teachers one student

His two teachers were fussing around as though he were someone important, rather than their student. They wore baby-doll night dresses, which revealed more than they should. May was advising Vicky how he liked his eggs, over easy, and not to overcook the bacon. May wasn't a good cook, so it was convenient having Vicky around.

Vicky had been anxious at first, but under the older teachers guidance she began to relax. She no longer looked nervous in May's kitchen, with the older teacher telling her what to do. It helped wearing an apron over the nightdress, and also protected her exposed flesh when frying the food. 

William couldn't help staring at Vicky when she bent over in the sheer panties, exposing a heart shaped bottom. 

May flounced around laying the table, brushing against him every chance she got. She didn't say anything, though it was obvious she was jealous over the way William looked at Vicky. 

'It's alright May,' he said. 

He took a hold of her hand and squeezed it, giving her a reassuring smile. She took comfort from his attention, and relaxed enough to smile back at him.

William could hardly eat anything, though pushing the food around a plate gave him a chance to calm down. The two teachers also picked at their food, looking too excited to swallow. 

'Clean up here, and I'll wait for you in the lounge,' he told them.

He heard the clash of pots and dishes being washed and put away. They were hurrying and getting in each other's way. 

He put his hands behind his head and sat back on the sofa. What should he do with Vicky? In the beginning he intended to give her to the guys to play with, and save May for himself. His friends solved that problem, by agreeing it would be going too far to screw a teacher. Julian had been troublesome, as he wanted more from May than was decent in class. A few simple hypnotic suggestions kept him in check, but he still needed watching.

So why keep Vicky? Two teachers was doubling the risk of being found out, which would lead to assault charges, if they reported him. Maybe he should implant the idea they couldn't possibly admit to what happened, in the event they escaped from his influence.

The two beautiful women walked in to stand in front of him. He looked up at them staring at their resplendent breasts. The thin filmy material swirling tantalisingly around their hips, revealed all that it covered. The panties were just as flimsy and revealing. Looking at May reminded him to command her to shave her pussy. 

'You've been helping us, so, how may we help you, William?' May suggestively asked.

Vicky giggled and mischievously wiggled her hips. May seemed more controlled than earlier. He wondered if it was because the younger teacher was there, and she was trying to be an example to her, as instructed. 

'Come and sit here,' William said, and patted the cushions either side of him.

His teachers sat close, pressing their hips against his. He looked from one to the other, taking in their profiles. Vicky's sheer baby-doll was held up by large pert breasts. May's sagged a little, though they still looked impressive. They caught him comparing them, and giggled. 

'You like our breasts, sir. Do you like mine better?' May asked.

'It's the feel of them I like, May,' William cheekily grinned.

'What do you mean, sir?' she asked.

'They are soft and cuddly. It makes me feel good to hold them,' he struggled to explain.

'Could you show me what you mean, sir,' she said, and pushed her breasts at him.

He heard Vicky gasp in astonishment, so turned to her. She looked shocked, which was understandable. It isn't often a teacher offers her breasts to one of her students.

'It's alright Vicky, relax. I can't explain how nice it is to hold May's breasts, so I'm going to help her understand,' he said.

Vicky gave him a quizzical look. She struggled to say something, with her mouth merely flapping. She looked away from both of them, to stare across the room with a distant look on her face. There was something wrong with their conversation, but May seemed to accept it, so maybe it was alright.

'Do you want me to help you understand?' he teased.

'Err, thank you, William, but, maybe, I'll just watch,' Vicky nervously spoke.

'OK, May, I'm ready if you are,' he grinned.

She lifted the baby-doll and presented her breasts. He cupped them, gently weighed them for a moment. In the mirror he could see Vicky staring at his hands, transfixed by the unusual spectacle. A student was mauling a colleagues breasts, without a word of complaint! That it was the strict Miss Grant having her breasts massaged, was all the more extraordinary. Vicky was dumbfounded. She no longer noticed that she wore hardly anything at all in front of William, yet this was going too far.

His fingers pinched her nipples, then his palms smoothly rubbed them. After awhile he asked, 'Can I kiss them, May?'

'Of course you can, sir,' May answered. 

'Miss Grant, should you let him do that!' Vicky exclaimed. 

'It's all right Vicky, he's our teacher. He's teaching you to relax, and be more authoritative in your classes, isn't he?' May asked.

'I guess so. Yes, Miss Grant, it worked this afternoon. Though, should we call William, sir?' she added.

'Of course, Vicky. He's teaching us, so we must show respect, and do as we are told. You'll see how advantageous it is,' May advised.

Vicky was clearly thinking it over, and concluded her senior colleague had a point. All that they were saying was logical, yet somehow wrong. William reassuringly smiled at her. She relaxed, with the anxious expression melting from her features. It was interesting, and much easier having his teacher back him up.

'Oh! That is so nice, sir. It feels wonderful,' May cooed.

She put both hands behind his head and guided his lips to the other nipple. She threw her head back and gasped as though in heaven. William had instructed her to put on a show for Vicky, though, she hardly had to act at all from enjoying it so much.

'That was delicious, sir. Would you help Vicky understand how it feels, sir?' May asked.

'Oh, err, I can see what you mean. No need to, err. I don't think it's necessary,' Vicky warbled. 

'Nonsense, Vicky. William is helping you become more confident in class, you know that. Come on, do as you're told,' May firmly stated. 

Vicky let her colleague lift the top to expose her breasts. The look of consternation and bewilderment plastered across her face showed how close she was to snapping out of the hypnotic state. Perhaps this was going too far for her.

'I don't think I could do this in class, sir,' Vicky said, with a trembling voice. 'I really can't let students handle my breasts, sir,' she complained. 

'It's alright, Vicky, this is just for you. A special way to relax, and become more confident. You'll like it. You know you will. Just relax,' William reassured her.

When he reached for her breasts, she took a deep noisy inhalation, and held her breath. She intently watched his hands cup her breasts, knead them, and stroke her hardening nipples. Her whole body relaxed. She let out a sigh, and began to breath heavily. She pushed her breasts into his hands, giving them to him. He let one of them go to kiss it. He sucked it into his mouth and tongued it. 

Copying her mentor she leaned back and moaned. She put both hands around his head, to guide his lips from one nipple to the other in turn. At first May was pleased to have obeyed William's instructions successfully. After awhile she became jealous. 

'Sir, sir!' she wanted his attention. 

'Maybe sir would prefer down here,' May suggested.

She parted her legs, letting him know what she wanted. She looked desperate to win him back from Vicky. William took a deep breath to calm himself. This wasn't anticipated, and would surely scare Vicky too much. There was no way she would accept such a provocative act. Not so soon.

'Miss Grant!' Vicky exclaimed. 

There was a look of disgust on her face. Again she searched for the right words, needing to protest, yet unable to break the hold he had over her. 

'It's alright Vicky, don't worry. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Close your eyes and relax,' he soothed.

'That's it, take a deep breath. Let it out slowly,' he told her. 

William looked sternly at May while he stroked Vicky's hair. His teacher kept quiet, looking chastened. As he continued to concentrate on calming Vicky, May fidgeted. She was frustrated, and glowered at the younger teacher.

'Sit there quietly and think of something nice,' he told Vicky.

He took hold of May's hand to pull her to the kitchen. 

'You've been a bad girl, May. You went too far. I didn't instruct you to say that, did I?' he quietly asked.

'Sorry, sir,' May demurely spoke. 

'You know I'll look after you, as long as you do as I say. When Vicky leaves I'll spank you for being naughty, and then we can play,' he smiled at her.

'Oh! Yes, sir, thank you sir,' she gushed.

He took her in his arms and cuddled her. He whispered in her ear, 'Don't worry May, you are my favourite girl. We can play later, so behave yourself.'

'Can she go now, sir,' May whined.

'Be patient and help me with Vicky. It won't take long. Once she's been settled I'll send her home,' he reassured her.

May sniffed, looking pensive, then readied herself. They walked in to find Vicky daydreaming, with a smile on her face.

'Keep your eyes closed, Vicky. Tell me what you've been thinking about,' he said.

She giggled and put off telling him. He demanded she tell him, so she said, 'I was being naughty, sir. I was imagining you kissing my breasts, sir,' she whispered. 

'Do you want me to kiss them again?' he asked.

'Please, sir,' she plaintively spoke.

He waved May to sit the other side of her, and lifted the short baby-doll. He kissed a nipple, and was pleased to hear her moan. He pointed to May and then Vicky's breast. May looked surprised and hesitant. He gave her a warning look, and she capitulated. 

Vicky's eyes were closed as both her student, and fellow teacher, sucked on her breasts. William had become an expert by playing with May's breasts over the last few days. 

May knew what she liked, but this was the first time kissing a woman's breasts. She felt awkward, and wouldn't ever have considered it, except she so wanted William to be pleased with her.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see him sucking, licking, and flicking May's breasts with his tongue. Imagining they were her breasts, she pushed herself into becoming more adventurous. Vicky was soon moaning, with head thrown back in delight. 

When she began to pant, William took a chance. He slipped a hand between her thighs. When she parted them, he tickled her with butterfly wing touches. She shook her head from side to side, so he pushed the crotch of her panties to one side. He cupped her sex. Finding it swollen and wet, he ran a finger between her lips to discover her bud had emerged. It too was engorged. 

When he pressed her sensitive button she hefted her hips at him. For a moment he considered taking her. That would be going too far, too soon, and May needed him. Instead he gently explored her sex, and delved in with a finger. Sawing across her clit with a thumb had her moaning from deep in her throat.

'It's alright Vicky, you can cum,' he encouraged her.

May was sucking Vicky's breasts into her mouth, and biting on them. She was carried away, though not as much as her fellow teacher. 

He took his hand away from Vicky and she cried out, 'Please! Sir! More!'

William swapped hands and continued finger fucking her. He reached for May to find her wet and ready. He knew her well, so pushed a finger inside, up to his palm, and rubbed her clit on the way. She gave him a big smile, then went back to sucking Vicky's nipples. She cupped them in both hands and managed to get both nipples into her mouth. She bit them, having found Vicky liked them treated roughly.

William heaved both teachers up by their crotch, reaching in as far as he could. Two fingers were in May, slowly working her sex. 

'Faster!' Vicky exclaimed. 

William obliged her. He worked faster, rubbing her clit hard, pushing two fingers as deep as he could. Her breathing became ragged, and her legs stiffened. He watched her tummy spasm. Her hands began to clench and relax, over and over. She let out a whoosh of air from deep in her lungs. He felt something on his wrist, and it dawned on him she had squirted cum. This was a first for him, and wondered if she always did that.

Vicky wrapped her arms around May's head, and clamped her thighs over William's hand. She lay back with eyes closed uttering a garbled message. The sounds might have been a thank you, from how wonderful she felt. 

She opened her eyes to find William and May sitting close, cuddling her. She tried to speak, but had to wait until getting her breath back. 

'Did I do something bad, sir?' she whispered.

'You had an orgasm, nothing can be bad about that,' William stated.

'You had a wonderful orgasm. Nice,' May added.

'I'm not in trouble then, sir,' she asked. She didn't look worried at all.

'No, you're not in trouble, Vicky. I was here to help you. How was it?' he asked.

'Oh! It was wonderful. I imagined there were hands and lips all over me, everywhere,' she dreamily spoke. 

***

Before Vicky left for home, William spent some time reinforcing her instructions, adding more, and telling her what to forget about that evening. She left feeling warm and comfortable, and more ready to accept William's orders. 

As soon as she left, May pounced on him, unable to wait until they reached the bedroom. Without preamble she sucked on his cock for a moment, then moved astride of him. She settled onto his hard cock, carefully lowering herself, then pushed hard.

'Oh! Yes! Sir! It feels so good!' she yelled.

She began to slowly ride him. The floor was hard but he didn't mind. The sight of his teacher enjoying herself was reward enough. He tried to think of something else, to make it last. 

Remembering her problem with the clothing budget, he realised it was because he ordered her to buy expensive underwear, clothes, and heels. It was just like her to finely manage her salary. Buying the expensive underwear and accessories was making it difficult for her. A solution was needed. 

Vicky was a good cook, compared to May, so that worked well this evening. A flash of inspiration hit him as both ideas collided. Vicky probably had a problem with buying the expensive underwear too, especially as she was on a lower wage.

May became frantic, then suddenly stopped. Her breasts were jiggling delightfully, with a deep orgasm rocking through her. She expired over him, so he put his arms around her, cuddling and kissing her.

When she recovered she lifted herself off his erection. 

'Oh! Sir! I've been so remiss. I didn't think of you,' she screeched. 

She put a hand to her mouth, and looked as though she might cry.

'We can save it for later,' he teased her.

'You don't mind, sir?' she asked.

'I enjoyed watching you having fun,' he laughed.

Now he was hungry enough to eat. They shared a pasta dish, with May giving him sultry looks across the table. Her hair and the baby-doll looked dishevelled from when they made love. That's what they were doing now, no longer just having sex. If William had realised what he was getting into, he might have thought twice about continuing. Though, how could he possibly give up a sexy teacher, applying herself to his every whim.

May was happy and contented when William was with her. When he wasn't around, she was Miss Grant, a prim and proper teacher. A feeling of unease, from being a student's lover, occasionally caught her by surprise. It happened when she was in school, at home, or out shopping. She had to get a grip, and told herself not to be so vulgar, and buried the thought, thinking it was a wicked fantasy.

'Please William, stay with me, please,' May implored.

'I can't stay, I need to get home,' William told her.

He cuddled her and kissed her, then pulled away. It was difficult, but he didn't want to be there when she woke up. When she woke up in the morning as his teacher, she would be tormented over having sex with a student. He told her to ignore any signs of his presence, and to think she had cum in her sleep from a vivid fantasy.

***

Next morning, Miss Grant awoke feeling all was well with the world. Her student, William came to mind, and she wondered what it was she was supposed to remember about him. 

'Why am I thinking about him?' she said, to herself.

A hand was between her legs playing. She snatched it away on finding it wet. Damn! A dream came to mind, where she was doing naughty things with someone. She couldn't place who it was, but remembered having wild abandoned sex with him. She shivered, then laughed. It made her happy, so she shouldn't admonish herself for having a naughty dream.

***

'So what have you planned for us today William?' one of his friends asked.

'It's more like, what's planned for our sexy teachers,' Julian quipped. 

'Cut it out Julian. Let's just leave it to Will. He knows what he's doing,' Brian warned him.

The others agreed with nods and murmurs, approving Brian's advice.

'Not sure yet. We've got to be careful with Miss Bourbon. We can't push her too far, yet,' he said, and looked meaningfully at Julian. 

'OK, guys, I get the message,' Julian complained.

Brian held back to talk to his friend. 'I've put the word out to everyone in her classes. They'll all behave, and treat her with respect,' he said, and walked away.

So now Vicky would have a practical reinforcement, that he and May were helping her self-confidence, and take control in the classroom. He would work on that to keep her in line.

***

Between classes he received a message to go to Miss Gant's classroom. 

'Shit!' he said.

'You in trouble then?' the lad laughed.

'None of your business,' William sighed. 

It might well be trouble. Big trouble. Why in hell was his teacher getting him to see her at lunch time?

Having seen her naked and having sex with her, Miss Grant was no longer the authority figure she had been. He was still scared of what she might have discovered, as it would spell disaster, in capitals. 

'William!' Miss Grant said, then just stared at him. 

The look in her eyes was curious. Not angry, or puzzled, as it sometimes was. 

'William,' she started again. 'Err, sorry to cut short your lunch,' she added.

Her tone of voice was more conciliatory than her first word, which sounded accusatory. 

'That's alright, Miss Grant,' he said.

'I knew you would want to help me,' she started to say, then broke off. 

She looked away, unable to look him in the eye. Asking him for help seemed both wrong, yet acceptable.

'Some time ago, you hypnotised me. It's OK, no problem, well, err, not for you.' she quietly spoke.

'Do you remember me asking you if there might have been side effects? Well, it seems they went away, as you said they would. It's just that, I've had these dreams. I woke up this morning, err, thinking about you,' she admitted. 

He watched her face colour in embarrassment. He couldn't help it, he just had to ask, 'What kind of dreams, Miss Grant?' He teased her, with a straight face.

'That doesn't matter. I have a feeling that you can help me, and can't shake it off. Do you think it's anything to do with you hypnotising me?' she asked.

'Well, it could do. You were only hypnotised for a moment, and were aware of everything. Maybe you felt so relaxed it helped you feel calm and happy. It has that effect sometimes. A lot of times, my uncle said,' William lied. 

'So, that might be why I feel you can help me overcome my worries?' she asked.




Teacher Undressed Ch. 06



'Yes, I guess so, Miss Grant,' he nodded.

'That makes sense. I shouldn't say this, any of this, but, well, I can rely on you. Can't I William? Good, thank you,' she smiled at him. 'Every time I think of you, a feeling comes over me, that I want you to make all my troubles melt away. When you walked in I wanted you to call me May, instead of Miss Grant,' she said. She let out a little nervously laughed.

'I guess you felt relaxed and that made you happy. That's what happens when you hypnotise someone, you get them to relax,' William said. 

He shrugged his shoulders, as though it didn't seem important to him, it was all history. Of course it was important, and very much in the present.

'This morning I asked Miss Bourbon to think about sharing my apartment. If I'm having a breakdown it might not be a good idea. What do you think William?'

'Sorry, I shouldn't have asked, it's silly of me,' she said.

'That's OK. It would help out with expenses I guess. Makes sense to me,' William casually commented. 

'Yes, that's why I asked her,' she murmured.

'It might help to have a friend around. Someone to share things, you know, troubles and stuff,' he suggested.

'Yes, you're right. Thank you William, you are a help,' she said, and gave him a smile.

'How do you feel now, Miss Grant?' he asked.

'Better, thank you William. You seem to have a natural ability to be reassuring. Keep this between us, alright,' she said.

'Sure, Miss Grant,' he casually said.

***

After classes he walked to the easy-six class and met Miss Grant again. 

She gave him a big smile, 'Hello William, thank you for helping me earlier,' she said. 

She lightly put a hand on his arm, then snatched it away as though stung. A shock of emotion touched her deeply. She wanted him to touch her, to confirm the unexpected warm feelings.

'Are you all right, Miss Grant?' he asked.

She looked as though she might faint, so he put both hands on her shoulders, steadying her. He realised it might be inappropriate to manhandle a teacher in school, though he had an excuse. 

She looked at him through misty eyes. 'Yes, William, thank you. You seem to be helping me a lot recently. I feel, so, feeble, asking your advice,' she hesitantly spoke. 

William had to stop himself wrapping his arms around her. She looked fragile and in need of him. 

'You sure you're OK?' he asked. He spoke firmly, and gripped her shoulders tight.

'Yes, just give me a minute,' she said, on a wisp of breath.

She hesitantly moved closer to him. 'Miss Bourbon has agreed to move in with me. I'll still be your favourite, err, your favourite, mmm, teacher? Will I, sir?' she plaintively asked.

'Of course, you'll always be my favourite, really,' he assured her.

'Thank you, sir. I'm OK now. I'll just wait for Miss Bourbon. It seems she's always late, for everything,' she weakly smiled at him.

William settled down at a desk with his books open, ready, like the others, waiting for the two teachers. Miss Grant had called him, sir! She hadn't notice the slip, otherwise she might have put all the clues together, and realised what was happening. There was still a chance she might storm in and demand an explanation. At times like these he wondered if the risk was worth it.

Both teachers walked in and stood facing the class. 

'Everyone has done so well over the last few weeks. Improvement in your scores has been down to diligence to your work. I hope you will continue to work hard in college. I'm sure all of you will do well. We have one week left, so make the most of it. Take advantage of Miss Bourbon and I while you can. We are at your disposal, so pay us attention, and make use of us. Remember this is a special class, and we are here to satisfy your needs,' Miss Grant said.

The speech took a moment to sink in. Julian was the first to break into a big grin, and thank them both. The others followed, more or less repeating his thanks.

'Thank you Miss Grant. We will certainly take advantage of you both, and we're pleased to have you here,' he laughed. 'It has been a pleasure having you in class, thank you Miss Grant,' he said.

The others didn't laugh, as they tried to remain neutral, yet their pleasure showed. They thanked Miss Grant for her help, and the sentiment rolled around the class from student to student.

'We should get changed, Miss Bourbon,' May whispered to her colleague. 

'Are you sure about this, Miss Grant?' Vicky asked.

'They've worked so hard, as the results show. They deserve our special attention,' Miss Grant insisted.

They both slowly unbuttoned their top, as though in a burlesque show. Peeling the white cotton away, they opened the blouse to reveal a sheer bra. Shrugging the blouse from their shoulders, they folded it up, and placed it on the desk. They stood at the front of the class pushing out their breasts, as though offering their sweet things to the boys. They just stood there slowly pointing them at each of their students in turn. Miss Grant's nipples were erect, whereas Miss Bourbon's weren't. She looked worried.

Miss Grant unzipped the skirt and nudged Miss Bourbon to do the same. She looked across at William, seeking reassurance. He smiled and nodded, becoming happier when she copied her colleague. They dropped the skirts, turned around, and bent with legs straight, in a synchronised motion. 

They guys couldn't hold back a collective sigh of approval. 

The teachers were wearing sheer panties, revealing their delicious bottoms. Their cute asses were framed by stockings and suspenders, digging into their thighs. They scooped up the skirts, folded them, and lay them on the desk. 

Again they stood before their students, as though waiting for approval. Only because they had been warned by William, did the guys refrain from cheering. The sight of two teachers practically naked before them, was an awe inspiring picture, enough to keep them silent. They carefully studied the scantily clad teachers with far more concentration than they did over class work.

'I'm glad to see we have your attention, boys,' Miss Grant said.

She was pleased to see their nods, and to receive their rapt attention. Miss Bourbon looked embarrassed, and kept looking at William. 

'Miss Bourbon, could you take a look at this for me?' William asked.

She wiggled over to him, with Miss Grant carefully watching her.

'You OK, Miss Bourbon?' he quietly asked.

'I'm not sure, William. Something seems amiss, and hope you will help me,' she whispered.

'Everything is alright, there is nothing to be afraid of. I'm here to help you. You just need to remember what I told you. Follow Miss Grant's example, and you will be alright. OK?' he said.

'Yes, William, thank you William,' she shyly spoke.

'Miss Bourbon, I think we should prepare before helping the students,' Miss Grant said.

Her voice changed to the usual harshness to bring Miss Bourbon back to the front of class. 

'Turn around, I'll help you with the catch,' Miss Grant ordered.

With one hand she deftly unclipped the bra, then turned for her own to be undone. The two teachers stood at the front of the class, clasping bra cups to their breasts, with the straps dangling. Miss Grant hesitated for effect, whereas Miss Bourbon looked frightened.

May let her bra drop to the floor. The students grinned inanely. She had to pull Vicky's hands away, forcing her to let go of the bra. Vicky looked at William again, seeking his guidance. He had already given her instructions, which they were carrying out, but this was the first time for her. He smiled and nodded his head.

The teachers stood to attention with backs straight, chests out, aiming their breasts at the students. The guys muttered and sighed, and Brian licked his lips. May put her thumbs into the waist band of her panties and nudged Vicky, indicating for her to do the same. Together they pulled their panties down, and stepped out of them.

When they turned around to pick up the underwear, there was a collective student sigh. Their teachers were bent over showing off bare bottoms. May's lips were squished between her thighs. Vicky was too afraid to become aroused. They turned around and added their underwear to the pile of clothes on the desk.

May put her hands on her hips, and said, 'It's nice to see I have your attention boys. Does anyone want me, or Miss Bourbon. We are ready for you, for whatever you want, so don't be shy, make use of us while you can,' Miss Grant firmly stated.

'Just a quick word, Miss Bourbon,' William said.

She quickly walked to William's desk. 

'You look worried, Miss Bourbon, there's no need,' he said.

'Thank you William. It's just that, I feel so vulnerable. It feels as though I'm showing myself off in a way that I shouldn't,' she said.

'It's being with Miss Grant. She has so much more experience than you, and that's making you nervous. Remember what I told you, and just relax, as I taught you. Just follow her example, and you'll be alright. I'm here if you need help,' he said.

'Thank you, William,'

May didn't like the way Miss Bourbon was so close to William, whispering together. 

'I'm sure you can make use of Miss Bourbon, Julian. Is there something you want her to do for you,' Miss Grant pointedly spoke.

William wondered why she had picked on Julian. Could it be because she knew he would push her too far, and she wanted to punish Vicky? He had better calm her down, if she was becoming jealous. 

'Miss Grant, could you look at this?' he said.

He watched her almost trip in the high heels, in eagerness to be close to him. 

'What can I do for you, William? You know I'm always pleased to, err, do, err, what you want,' she hesitantly spoke.

'You're my favourite, Miss Grant, always will be. You've given me a lot of special attention, and I won't forget that. You know you're my real special teacher,' he said.

She glowed with pride, unabashed at his praise. He carefully chose what to say, hoping it wouldn't be too provocative and out of place in class, and it worked. She looked calm and happy, as much as a naked teacher could be in class. 

He glanced at Vicky and Julian. By now he would have been delving into her, except he had been got at, through hypnosis, and been warned off by Brian. He was stroking her leg, with a hand wandering up her thigh. Vicky was pressing a breast against his cheek. 

Julian turned his head toward her, to get a face full of soft breasts. His nose was in the valley between her breasts. She carried on telling him about adjectival clauses, and how he could improve the pace of the paragraph. She completely ignored his face pressing into her breasts, and the hand approaching her crotch.

Miss Grant was satisfied her protégé would be kept busy for awhile and not bother William, so she moved around the classroom. The others were watching Julian, especially Brian. If he detected the slightest worried frown from Miss Bourbon, he would grab Julian and twist his arm up his back.

'Miss Grant, would you help with this,' Tom asked. 

Miss Grant bent over his desk, purposefully pushing a breast against his cheek. She was determined not to be outdone by the younger teacher. She wanted William to be pleased with her, for a much needed rewarded later.

Tom had been watching Julian, and figured he might get away with it, as Miss Grant was more under control than the new teacher. He slipped a hand between her thighs to gently stroke them. Feeling more confident his hand continued up to a bare cheek, and squeezed it. 

Miss Grant looked across to William, wondering if it was allowed. Tom was pumping her cheeks, with one hand, while the other crept toward her crotch. William smiled at her, and nodded his head. She was pleased to have his approval, for she was enjoying the boys delicate touch. 

Tom was concentrating on the female parts in his hands, rather than what was said. Fingertips met between her legs, and curled up. One set between her lips, the other between her cheeks. Concentrating on her pussy so much, he hadn't realised a finger was pushing at her puckered hole. 

Miss Grant felt awkward. She didn't think William would like someone fiddling with her naughty bits. A finger slid between her lips, in surprise she pulled back, only to impale herself upon a finger teasing her asshole. She pushed forward to escape the indignity of being buggered, automatically clenching her cheeks, which held the finger tight. Moving her hips forward was a mistake. She inadvertently pushed herself upon the fingers playing with her lips, and her vagina swallowing three fingers. 

Naturally she rocked back to escape, only to push Tom's finger further up her ass. This it turn startled her enough for a retreat, by pushing forward again, driving his fingers deeper into her pussy. She couldn't allow that, so rocked back again.

His teacher was fucking herself upon his fingers! She was moving her hips back and forth pushing against one hand, then the other. He could feel a finger going up her ass, with his palm squeezing a cheek. He stared at his fingers disappearing into her pussy. He hadn't realised a cunt could take three fingers. His girlfriend felt tight on one, on the rare occasion he managed to get into her panties. 

All eyes were on the Miss Grant. They couldn't see much, but she was blatantly shoving her hips back and forth, presumably on Tom's fingers. William wasn't pleased. He was busy thinking what to do about it. He could hardly ask his teacher to stop fucking herself on a pupils fingers.

Julian was so preoccupied he didn't notice Miss Grant's misbehaviour. He was busy pushing a finger inside the younger teachers pussy. Up to his palm he had one finger so decided to try another. Every time he rubbed her clit, she trembled, and interrupted the advice with whispery noises.

'This sentence, oh, err, needs checking, ooff! Split infinitive, oh, ah!' she hesitantly spoke. 

Giving up speaking, she just stood there on wavering weak legs. She began pushing down on his fingers when he pushed up, and vice a versa. He stopped a moment, letting her fuck herself on his fingers. He pushed in two fingers, with his thumb rubbing her clit. She began to heavily pant, with little woofing sounds puffing from between pursed lips. 

Brian brought his attention back to Julian but decided not to intervene. Both teachers were huffing and puffing, looking as though they were about to orgasm. He had more experience than the others from being on the football team. He had a following, and access to competitive cheerleaders. They were all too good for him, until they thought one of the others wanted him. It had been fun starting a competition among them. When one started paying him attention, others joined in, then they had to try harder to outdo the others. He made sure several of them won him. A great idea until it came to the prom, when each of them was expecting him to escort them.

Like a tennis match, all heads swivelled between the two teaches, who were evidently close to a climax. Which of them would reach their orgasm first was a close bet, except the guys were too enthralled to put money on it. May froze, threw her head back, and heavily sighed. She had won. A close second was declared when Vicky lowered her head and whimpered. 

Both teachers staggered to the front of the class, with a glistening wet patch over their thighs. 

'Class is dismissed early,' Miss Grant said, on a heaving breath. 

Neither of the teachers looked at William. They studiously avoided him, fearing they were in trouble. They were teachers in class, yet still heavily under his influence. They slowly got dressed, simply pulling on their clothes anyhow, rather than making a show of it.

The guys were still shocked from the dirty public performance, even Julian. William was disappointed with his pet teachers. He hadn't ordered them to put on such a lewd show for the guys, which proved he needed to tighten up the instructions yet again. Mistakes like that were dangerous. He was lucky they didn't break away from his influence, and run screaming from the classroom.

***

William could have had a lift from Miss Grant because he was making directly for her apartment. However, it was more important not to attract attention to their relationship. He parked as usual in a parking lot close by, where his car was anonymously hidden among others.

William spent awhile with May, reassuring her she hadn't upset him. She wasn't sure what she had done, as Miss Grant, but knew she had let her wonderful William down. Earlier, as Miss Grant, she called him, "sir". As May, she was now vaguely aware of Miss Grant's errant behaviour in class. 

He realised the two separate identities were merging, which was worrying.

Miss Bourbon arrived, and she too looked troubled. As soon as May answered the door to her colleague, she became Miss Grant, the formidable older teacher. 

'Hi Miss Bourbon, how are you?' William asked. 

'Thank you for asking, William. The classes have been excellent all day. You've helped me become more confident, and in return my students behave well. Though, this evening, something happened. I'm not sure what it was, but I feel bad about it,' she said. 

'Vicky, you can relax now, I'm here to help you,' William said. 

'May, make the coffee,' he ordered.

May reluctantly left the two of them together. William concentrating on repairing the damage done in class, as he had already completed with May. Eventually she became relaxed and ready for further instructions. 

'Can we tell you of our plans, sir?' May said.

'Sure, go ahead, May,' William said. 

He didn't smile even though he knew it was his orders they were caring out. He was too stressed to relax. This evenings' class had been fraught with danger and he wasn't over it, even if these two were. He was there to look after them and sooth their worries, but who was there for him.

'Vicky has agreed to move in with me. Sharing expenses will help us both. Do you agree, sir?' May asked.

Only a couple of weeks ago, he would have found it amazing a teacher was asking for approval over such an important decision. He had ordered them to consider it, as Miss Grant, and Miss Bourbon. Now, as May and Vicky, they were pushing it back to him for approval. 

'That's a good idea, May. Is that what you want, Vicky?' he asked.

'Yes, sir,' Vicky smiled.

'One thing, May, Vicky. You must remember that this is May's apartment. May is my number one girl, and has my full attention. Vicky, you will be my girl too, so don't worry. There is no need to compete, you are both my wonderful girls,' he reminded them.

May glowed with pride. Vicky was pleased too. They stood before him, swinging their hips, looking vibrant. They keenly watched him, waiting for permission to join him on the sofa. He realised he had become used to them obeying him. It was a sad moment to understand such a fabulous opportunity had become common place. He set his jaw, determined not to take them for granted, and to enjoy their company to the full. 

'Sir,' May said, sounding plaintive. 

'Later, May, dinner first. On second thoughts, Vicky had better make it. You're a good cook, Vicky, from now on that will be your job,' he said.

'Thank you, sir,' Vicky confirmed, and skittered off to the kitchen. 

William patted the sofa, for May to gleefully snuggle up to him. 

'We might have more time together with Vicky here,' William said.

'That will be wonderful, sir,' May giggled. 

He wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her close. He gently stroked her ears, neck, and face, then kissed the sensitised places. 

'Don't stop, sir,' May absently murmured.

Only when Vicky announced dinner was ready did they part. Even then William was close behind her, pushing her bottom, encouraging her to hurry. Of course she dallied, so he would carry on pressing her bottom.



Teacher Undressed Ch. 07



After dinner William had to decide what to do with them. Of course he wanted to play with his two teachers, but there were long term plans to be made. The teaches were buying expensive sexy clothes, under his hypnotic instructions. Unable to afford them, they were getting into financial trouble. That problem had been solved by getting Vicky to move in with May, to share their expenses. 

It showed how careful he had to be when instructing them, as there always seemed to be unforeseen consequences. In class this evening they had both let the guys finger them to an orgasm. For William it was a nasty reminder to be careful how he directed them to behave. It was import to tell them what NOT to do, as well as what to do. He was supposed to look after them, yet he let them down. The weekend had arrived so he could spend time setting the rules on how they should behave. 

'Is Vicky moving in this weekend?' he asked.

'Yes, sir,' May agreed.

Vicky was washing up, and May had joined him in the lounge. She seemed reticent around him, so he had to find out why. 

'What's wrong, May?' he asked.

'I misbehaved in class, sir. You must be angry with me, sir,' she timorously spoke. 

It was weird having a teacher apologise to him for being naughty in class. He was the student and she the teacher, yet she was worried he might be angry with her. A couple of weeks ago he would have laughed at the turn around in their relationship. Now he felt responsible for her.

'What did you do?' he carefully asked.

'Not sure what it was, I just feel bad, sir,' she timidly spoke.

He was relieved she hadn't remembered what happened when she was Miss Grant, his teacher in class. She was now May, his sexy plaything, with the barrier between the two holding up. Only just.

'Don't worry, you know I'm here to look after you. It was my fault you got into trouble,' he said.

'Oh! Sir, it couldn't be your fault!' she said, looking worried.

He took her hands in his, and looked into her eyes. 'Calm down, May. I'll make sure you behave yourself and no one takes advantage of you, I promise,' he reassured her.

'Thank you, sir. I really do need you to look after me. I'm such a silly thing, I get into trouble without you telling me what to do,' she said, sounding pathetic. 

William wondered what she was up to. He hadn't told her to act stupid, yet she was behaving coy and girly. This was so unlike Miss Grant, the strong willed teacher, it was spooky.

'You could spank me for being a bad girl, if you want. Then we could play a game, sir,' she mischievously spoke.

So that was it. The coy, girly look was meant to tempt him. 'Maybe later. I've got to sort out with Vicky when she's moving in,' he firmly spoke.

'Does she really have to move in, sir,' she plaintively asked. 

'I explained it before. It's to help you with expenses. I want you to be good to Vicky, and guide her. I'll spend some time with her, making sure she does as she is told, then we can play together. You'll like that, won't you,' he said.

'Oh! Yes, please, sir. I like the way you play with me!' she enthused. 

The bright grin she gave him was rewarding. He reminded himself not to take her for granted. He had an attentive woman at his disposal, and must nurture that special relationship. So far, he hadn't figured out what he was going to do with her, on leaving high school and going to college. At the moment there were too many other distractions. 

Vicky walked in and sat on the sofa, away from May. 

'Vicky, when are you going to move in here?' he asked.

'When do you think it best, sir,' she asked.

He noticed she wasn't perturbed over what happened in class this evening. He played with her yesterday, here on this sofa, bringing her to an orgasm. Maybe she thought letting the guys in class play with her was something she was supposed to do. He looked at her seriously, wondering about the loopholes in the hypnotic instructions. 

It was easier to direct her, as she had a more compliant personality than May. He would have to be extra careful with her, otherwise she might go too far in class, again.

'Tomorrow morning we'll drive to your apartment, and bring your belongings over here,' he said.

'Thank you, sir,' she smiled at him.

Miss Grant struck a formidable, no-nonsense stance in school, yet he had found a submissive side underneath. He wondered if she had tried to subordinate herself to boyfriends, only to find they didn't respond to her natural submissiveness. It would have been a frustrating relationship for her. Maybe that explained why she was so eager to please.

Miss Bourbon had been too soft in class, and the students had reacted to it. Brian, with his football team friends, warned those in her classes to behave. So now she had more confidence as a teacher, and put that down to his help. As Vicky, she relaxed with him, accepting him as her guide. With Miss Grant's presence, acting as an example, she more easily accepted his instructions.

William reinforced previous orders, and gave them more guidance, on how they should behave, and what not to do. May readily agreed to obey him, whereas Vicky was reluctant to submit completely. He worked upon her, with May acting as her example. That worked well. Miss Grant was willing to submit to him, so Vicky, as a younger teacher, should also submit.

It was getting late, and he was tired of coaching them. He was ready to reap the rewards of all that effort.

'Now you two, go and get changed, I want to play with my girls,' he laughed at them.

Both jumped up and ran from the room, with squeals of laughter. They were in May's bedroom, selecting an outfit to impress him. He wondered what they might decide upon. It was exciting having two teachers vying with each other, wanting to gain his attention. He wondered how far he could push Vicky this evening. On the other hand he would have to be careful not to upset May.

'Wow! You both look so delicious, I could eat you,' he said.

May gave him a knowing look, liking the idea of him eating her pussy. Vicky swung her hips, looking pleased over the compliment, not really understanding what he meant. 

They had chosen fantasy slave girl outfits. Without underwear, the translucent tops and pantaloons were lewd. It was probably illegal for teachers to be showing off their bodies to a student. If someone saw them, even without him being there, the stern Mr Fredrickson would give them a warning. Their inappropriate attire was letting down the school standards he expected of teachers.

'You need to shave, Vicky,' he said.

'Oh! Sorry, sir,' she apologised. She glanced at May, thinking the older woman had won.

'Come on, I'll make you look presentable,' he laughed. 

In the bathroom he said, 'Get undressed, quickly.'

They lay on the floor looking wary. He rolled up towels and placed them under Vicky's and May's hips. 

While he lathered his hands, Vicky whispered to the older teacher, 'Should we let him touch us down there?' 

May smiled back at her. 'You don't have to if you don't want to,' she said.

Remembering William had told her to be good to Vicky, she regretted the teasing advice. A sudden thought occurred, that William might be displeased with her, and she might not get the special attention she craved.

'It's alright, he's helping us look our best,' May pointed out.

'But who is going to see my naughty bits? I'm not going to be showing them off in class, am I?' she nervously asked. 

William listened to them whispering to each other. It was amusing for a moment or two, until he heard something in Vicky's voice. She was not so much worried, as excited over showing off her denuded sex. That was something to think about. If she was an exhibitionist he would have to put limits on the impulse. The last thing he wanted was for her to be flashing in school, and lose her job.

'Lay still, I don't want to cut you,' William warned them.

Using both hands he spread the lather between Vicky's legs, and smoothed it over her sex. She let out a deep sigh when both hands met under her, cupping her pussy and bottom. He ran the small lady shaver down over her mons, toward her lips. 

'Watch carefully, May. When I don't have time, you'll have to do this,' he said.

He glanced at her and noticed how worked up she was. She was anticipating his hands on her sex, rather than getting aroused over having to shave her colleague. He pulled at Vicky's lips to get to every nook and cranny. She let out a puff of air between pursed lips, and moaned.

'Lift your hips, higher,' he ordered.

The razor cut close under her, removing everything, even between her cheeks. He wiped the lather away with a wet cloth, and felt her denuded sex was smooth as silk. Her labia had unfolded revealing inner lips. It was tempting to take advantage of her arousal, but May was keenly watching them both. She was going to complain if he didn't start on her.

'Watch carefully, Vicky. You will be shaving May sometimes,' he told her.

May lay back with hips raised waiting for him. She felt his hands on her bottom and lower belly. The smooth glide of his hands over her soft flesh was exquisite. His fingers met at her crotch, and she deeply sighed with pleasure.

William had never done this to her before and it felt so erotic, she was ready to cum. Feeling him pulling on her lips brought her even closer to an orgasm. He wiped her clean and blew upon her hot lips. She watched him move close to make sure he had denuded her pussy completely. 

Her eyes grew wide, and her face broke into an ecstatic grin. He wasn't examining her pussy, he was going to. . . She felt his lips on hers. He was kissing her pussy! He licked between her lips, flicking his tongue over her pleasure hole. She couldn't hold her hips up any longer. Her bottom flopped onto the rolled up towel. He sucked her sex into his mouth. It felt as though her insides were being drawn into his mouth. 

A devious tongue was flicking over her most sensitive places. A finger circled her asshole, and another was pressing her button. William had kissed her before, but not like this. Everything had been sensitised by the razor, and so the sensations were so very intense, yet still she couldn't cum. She could hear herself moaning, and feel her feet drumming on the floor tiles. The intensity of feelings were driving her crazy.

'Oh! Yes! I'm, there, sir! Don't stop, please, sir!' she trilled.

Her whole body shook with extreme passion. She moaned and cried out, then flopped flat on the floor. She arched her back, pushing up at his mouth. He sucked and licked her sex, keeping her going in an everlasting orgasm. On and on it seemed to rattle her nervous system, trapping her in an orgasmic world of pleasure. Her mind was lost. One point in the universe existed, her sex. 

She was unaware of him letting her go, or when it subsided. A gradual awareness of where she was, and what happened seeped into her mind.

'Thank you, sir,' she whispered. 

The simple words were inadequate to express her gratitude, yet she was too weak to think what to say. 

Vicky had been intently watching them both. Her body vibrated in tune with her mentor. The strength of feelings meant she could feel his lips between her legs, doing to her what he was doing to May. When her colleague exploded with an orgasm, she nearly cum. She wanted to so badly. He had shaved her and touched her intimately, preparing her for this, and she was so very close.

He got up from between May's legs. She knew what was to happen next, and shivered with anticipation. 

'Oh! God! Please, sir,' she moaned. 

When he lowered his face into her crotch she cried out. She felt his lips full upon her sex, gently sucking, pulling on her lips. His tongue circled her soft hole, poking it. He pushed his face into her crotch, and entered her. She felt his tongue exploring inside, teasing her, as though his cock was pushing in but not penetrating fully. It was both frustrating and deliciously wicked. 

From that moment she lost control and thrust up at him, wanting more, knowing that was all there was. Then a finger entered her, then another. A thumb rubbed her clit, and she was away on a journey to nirvana. She whimpered and moaned. May was sucking on her breasts, though she was unaware it was her. The sensations added to the glory that was her sex. The sensations pounding her brain from her pussy dominated all. There was no thought except to orgasm.

William came up for air, and saw her squirt. It went over his face. It was the second time she had done this, yet it was still a surprise. 

He sat back on his haunches looking the two of them over. They were sweaty and exhausted. May was still out of it, but Vicky had a big smile on her face, looking at him as though she were ready for more. He had played with her twice, and it was plain she was ready for his cock. 

'Come on you two. Get up, I need a drink,' he said. 

There were other things on his mind, but the basics had to be dealt with first. It wasn't all fun and games looking after a couple of sex pets. He chuckled at the idea. He walked to the lounge, letting them wash and get dressed. May would make sure the washing and ironing was done, and Vicky would take care of the cooking. Everything was organised, as between them they would keep house for him.

While waiting for dinner, he wondered how to handle them tonight. Vicky could be sent home to pack, leaving him to look after May. It was tempting to keep them both for the night. The idea of having two naked teachers in bed was exotic and irresistible. He smiled at the idea. He was too used to having May at his disposal, for surely one teacher was exotic and extraordinary enough. There was plenty of time for three in a bed, once Vicky moved in.

'Ah! That looks much better,' he told them.

It was fascinating watching them pointing their newly shaven sex at him, as though they were showing off a new toy, wanting him to play with it. He sat there for awhile admiring the unashamed flaunting of their denuded pussies. Two teachers bending back a little, pushing out their sex at him, was a picture to savour. 

William had a big grin on his face. This delightful opportunity hadn't been dreamed of when he first hypnotised Miss Grant. He hadn't wanted the complications of having two of them either. This moment seemed to have just arrive unplanned for, and unexpected.

'Well?' he said.

'Sir, what can we do for you?' they said. It sounded as though it were a rehearsed statement. Maybe May had organised Vicky with set responses, and he didn't put it passed her.

'A drink?' he pushed.

'Sorry, sir, thought you wanted more,' May apologised. 

They rushed off to the kitchen to fetch a glass of cola. She was stocked up on his favourite drinks, all non-alcoholic. He wanted a clear head while enjoying playing with his new toys.

'Come and sit here,' he smiled at them. 

It was amusing watching them hovering while waiting for permission to join him. They sat so close, pressing up against him, he could feel the heat of their bodies. May was older than Vicky, yet she too was acting like an eager to please young woman.

'What was it like, the first time you had sex?' he asked.

The spur of the moment question took both women by surprise.

May looked at her master with a curios expression, thinking deeply she replied, 'Not very good, sir,' she murmured.

'What happened?' he asked.

'I read all that I could, though there wasn't much in the library, and the internet wasn't available then. All my friends seemed to have had sex with boyfriends, at least that's what they said, and my boyfriend was growing impatient with me. I kept putting him off, though it didn't seem fair on him, and I thought I might lose him,' she quietly spoke.

Focusing on a distant part of the room, she continued, 'I borrowed my father's station wagon, and we did it in the back. It didn't hurt. It wasn't very satisfying. Looking back, it was because we didn't relax, or take enough time,' she said.

'Were you on the pill?' he asked.

'Yes, sir. He used a condom, just to be careful. I was nervous and dry, so it was uncomfortable. Before then, on dates, we spent ages kissing and touching each other, when we'd both become excited enough. That first time in the back of the car he was too eager, probably worried I'd change my mind at the last moment. It was all over before I had a chance to get excited,' she admitted.

'Was it better the next time?' William asked.

'Not much. We broke up and I didn't bother with another boyfriend for awhile. Met a young man in the last year of teacher training. He was nice, and not pushy at all. I wanted to give myself to him, but the time never seemed right. I wanted him to take charge and organise things. He wanted to leave things up to me. By the time we got around to sleeping together it was the end of college, and we went our separate ways,' she said.

'What was your next experience like,' William encouraged.

'Met a teacher, here in school. We seemed to dance around in circles. I mean, we seemed to be waiting for the other to make the first move. I wanted him to decide where and when we should do it, and he was waiting for me to decide. He accepted a better job at another school, and he wanted me to come with him. Again it seemed like a desperate last ditch attempt to confirm the relationship. Neither of us enjoyed it much, and he left without me. It was the only decision he made for himself,' she contemplated. 

May sat limply, leaning against him, looking sad. 

'Was there anyone else?' he probed.

'Yes!' she quickly replied. She sat up, recovering from her torpor. 'You, sir,' she smiled at him.

'How is it different with me,' he asked. 

This wasn't something that could be discussed so openly, yet she had to tell him all while hypnotised. He was curious to know, from wanting to improve their relationship. It was also fascinating hearing about a teachers private life, and in such intimate terms too.

'You spend time with me before we do it, you look after me, and tell me what to do, sir,' she gushed. 'You excite me, sir,' she unashamedly added.

He wrapped both arms around her, and kissed her warmly. Wearing a see-through top and baggy sheer pantaloons, he could see she was aroused. Even so, he knew her well enough to tell what state she was in. Her whole body eradiated sexuality. 

'My turn,' Vicky said. 

She had been sitting listening to the conversation feeling excluded, and wanted to join in, especially on seeing May receive a cuddle from William. 

'Go on, tell us what happened. Your first time, what was it like?' William encouraged.

'It's difficult. I've never talked about it,' she shyly said, and hesitated. 

Now it came to it she felt embarrassed.

'You must tell William everything, so he can look after you properly,' May pushed her.

'I guess so. It was in high school, the last year. I used to flirt and play around, teasing the boys, but didn't do it. Everyone thought I had, and I just gave them a knowing look, pretending I had. A hunky footballer dated me, thinking he would get what he wanted, and soon dumped me when he didn't,' she said.

'I don't know why, but it was then I left off wearing panties, under a long skirt. The skirts got shorter, and I became more daring. It soon got around, and they added to the rumours, that I was an easy lay. It made things more difficult to find someone nice, someone special to give myself to,' she complained.

Vicky let out a little sob. William was shocked. To think a teacher had run around without panties back in high school was outrageous. So she was an exhibitionist as he suspected.

'It's alright, Vicky, I'll look after you. You can tell me everything, take your time,' William reassured her.

'I was in a store looking at dresses, and found a nice floral print. It wasn't short so I could wear it straight away. I wasn't wearing panties as usual. I'd left off wearing a bra by then. Anyway, I wore it to go browsing around the mall. I really didn't know how transparent it was in the sunshine, honestly, I didn't,' she miserably said.




Teacher Undressed Ch. 07



'Alright, I believe you, go on,' he said.

'I started to notice men were paying me attention, even staring at me. Looking into a stores window display, I could see straight through the dress. I ran in to the store and grabbed a pair of panties. I intended to go to the changing room, but a couple of girls from my class were there, looking at clothes. Before they spotted me I ran out, still clutching the panties, straight into a security guy,' Vicky said, with a dazed expression on her face.

'Go on,' May said. 

May was engrossed in the adventure, not ever having been so naughty. She would have never dared go without wearing panties, and could never go without a bra with such large breasts. 

William had spent some time getting her to forget about a certain episode in a mall. It had been one of his mistakes when first instructing her. She had dressed as a Barbie doll, with a tiny pink skirt a top. Her hair had been dyed blonde, she wore false eyelashes, long pink fingernails, and all the extras. William had been shocked to see his teacher dressed like a slut in public. She was being followed by a crowd of men, and he was worried what might happen to her if one of them stopped her, and took charge of her. He rescued her, but the episode knocked into him how careful he had to be with hypnotic instructions.

'The security guy marched me through the store, and everyone was looking at me. It had to be one of those stores with spotlights everywhere. Every mirror I passed showed me how rudely I was dressed. The class mates had seen me get arrested, and could see my nakedness. With every step my reputation was trampled in the mire,' she moaned.

William could see her anguish, and almost told her to forget about it, though it wouldn't be as simple as that. It was fascinating to learn such intimate details about one of his teachers, and it would help him understand her. 

'By the time I got dragged into the backroom I was panting. It was partly from fear, but then I became aware of how aroused I was. I was looking at the guys crotch, couldn't take my eyes off it. He had a big bulge in his pants, and I wanted it. I had never been so turned on before. He made me stand to attention while he filled in a form, then told me he was calling the police.'

She took a deep breath. Even after so long she was affected by the recounting of the emotional episode. William looked her over carefully, noting how excited she was becoming.

'The way he said it, and hesitated, waiting for me to say something, I got the message. I pleaded with him to let me go, telling him I'd do anything if he didn't call the police. If I'd gone overboard he didn't notice. He said he would have to search me to make sure I didn't have anything else hidden away. He made me lean against his desk with feet spread,' she gasped.

May brought her a glass of water, and one for herself.

'His hands were all over me. He wasn't sure if I had jewellery on me, and I knew what he wanted to do to me. Even though I was in a state, I drew the line at just letting him finger me,' she complained.

'Of course, you couldn't let him do that to you,' May said, sharing her anguish.

'I told him I didn't mind taking the dress off, so he could check I had nothing concealed. I lifted it over my head and he took it from me. He made me stand at attention again, so I couldn't cover myself. I stood naked in the shabby little room, while he examined the dress, taking his time over every seam.'

Both women made cross noises about crude men, forgetting William was there.

'He came around the desk pulling on rubber gloves. I knew what he was going to do, but couldn't move, or utter a sound. He pushed my head down so I had to lean against the desk. He pushed my feet apart with his heavy boots, spreading my thighs. I felt his fingers probing my asshole, and rubbing it with grease. I must have whimpered, because he stopped.'

'You poor thing,' May sympathised.

'If I didn't want him to examine me, he would let the police do it. His voice was hard and menacing. I was shaking like a leaf. I hoped he thought I was frightened of the police, and not quivering from anticipation. I pleaded with him to leave my bottom alone, and offered him my pussy instead. He concentrated on that, rubbing it with his fingers. He knew what he was doing, unlike past boyfriends. He shamed me by commenting on how wet I was.'

'He was a brute,' May crossly stated. 

'His nasty comments aroused me. I couldn't help it. I pushed myself back on his fingers. He said I was ready for him, and to my shame I was. His cock slid into me, and I cum. He wasn't bothered about me, he continued to use my body for his pleasure. I was moaning with pleasure all the time he was in me. I bit my lip but couldn't hold back from revealing how much I was enjoying it.'

'I felt him spurt into me, and I squealed like a stuck pig. It was the most humiliating and exciting moment of my life. He wiped between my legs with a bunch of tissues, and gave me the dress back. He made me sign a form, telling me I had agreed to let him do it to me. That couldn't have been right, but I couldn't see what I was really signing, with my eyes full of tears. I guess he said it to make sure I didn't complain later.'

'He made me ask politely for the panties. I pulled them up while he watched. It was more than embarrassing, he was intentionally humiliating me. He was treating me like a stupid airhead, who preferred to be fucked by a stranger, rather than face the police. It was true. Though I'd acted like a stupid slut, from being so worked up.'

'It was awful walking through the store with his cum leaking from me. The two from class looked at me as though I was dirt. I guess I was sweaty and dishevelled, looking as though I'd been screwing a stranger for fun. I felt so small and retched, because I'd lost my virginity for a pair of cheap panties. I drove home in a daze. I was devastated, yet relieved to have at last lost my virginity.'

'Not how you'd wished it to be,' May commented.

'Maybe not how I'd imagined it. Not romantic at all. To my shame I was excited thinking about it, and become stoked up every time I think about it. Still do,' she nervously laughed.

'Am I kinky. Is there something wrong with me?' Vicky asked.

There was a pleading look in her eyes.

'No! Of course not. It happened. Things happen in life that you can't control,' May excused her.

'Sir?' Vicky asked.

'I can't undo what's happened. All I can do is help you, and keep you safe,' he said.

He was puzzled over what it all meant. He wanted to ask what her relationships had been like after that first time. Too much information had put him in overload, so he sat looking bemused. He felt younger than his eighteen-years, from an obvious lack of experience of life. He hadn't thought it was all so complicated. Even when they were hypnotised, controlling them had proved more difficult than imagined.

May was consoling Vicky, saying what she wanted to hear. When he got together with his friends, guys simply stated what needed to be said. Of course they teased each other, but it meant nothing. These two could look at each other to seemingly transmit information in a split second, what would take him much time to unravel. 

'Sorry to have dragged out all this unhappiness, I didn't mean to,' he said.

'Thank you William, for making us share this. It's been helpful,' May said, and smiled at him.

They were sharing something together, excluding him. So he asked, 'Am I just another bothersome man?' 

'Of course not, you look after us, and make us happy,' May said.

Vicky wiped away a tear, and smiled at him. 'We need you to look after us. Thank you for being so good,' she started to say. She broke off, giving May another one of those meaningful looks.

'How may we serve you, sir,' they both said.

It was a little creepy the way they spoke in unison, though May seemed to take the lead. He decided to put aside what they had revealed, and get down to playing. They seemed to like it. After the negative revelations about boyfriends, he thought to find out what they wanted.

'How do you want me to play with you?' he asked. 

May looked at him, and sighed. 'We need you to take charge of us, and make the decisions for us, sir. You play so well, we know you'll help us,' she giggled. 

'Help us to an orgasm,' Vicky brazenly laughed.

'What can we do for you now, sir,' May asked.

They stood up and struck sexy poses. He had a big grin on his face, pleased to have them once more paying him attention. 

'Is it this you want?' he asked. He pointed to the bulge in his jeans.

'It's up to you to tell us what to do, sir,' May said, speaking for both of them.

'Pull those outfits off and get on the floor,' he commanded. 

With a cock raring to engage them, he became more determined to have it his way.

'On hands and knees, quickly' he cajoled them.

He crawled behind them, and kissed each pussy in turn. They were breathing heavily and squealed with pleasure when he licked between their lips. First May then Vicky, he paid attention to their sex. He pushed between them, to lay on his back. 

'Your breasts first, May,' he said.

She lowered an impressive breast to his mouth, for him to suck, while he played with the other. Vicky's were swaying under her, needing attention. He pulled away from May, and Vicky lowered her smaller breasts into his face. They were no longer fighting each other, rather, they were co-operating in pleasing him. One encouraging the other to satisfy him, and to receive pleasure in return.

'Lay on your back now. Open your legs wider, Vicky,' he told her.

William had his teachers stretched out on the floor, naked, excitedly waiting for his touch. With one hand on May, the other on Vicky, he stroked their thighs. Leaning over May, he kissed and licked her thighs. Then the same for Vicky. Both his teachers were trembling with sexual tension. For the moment he forgot who and what they were, to concentrate on bringing them to an orgasm.

May felt fingers playing over her most sensitive flesh, vitalising her entire body. She lifted her hips without thinking, as though offering up her sex to him. It wasn't a sacrificial offering, it was a delight. His kisses to her sex were pure pleasure. Her head rocked to one side to see his head between Vicky's thighs. Watching him probe her sex with his tongue was delightful to her, as it felt as though he were continuing to caress her sex. She felt every touch, every lick, and flick of his tongue to her colleague's sex. 

She closed her eyes, as it was her turn again, and concentrated on the fire in her loins. Her clam had opened for him to discover her pearl. His lips caressed, his tongue licked, and his teeth nibbled her hard swollen pearl.

William concentrated on May with his face buried in her sex. His fingers were playing with Vicky, keeping her slowly moving toward an orgasm. May began to murmur a familiar tune, so he pushed two fingers into her vagina, with another into her bottom. On automatic, they worked her up into a climax, with a thumb busily rubbing her clit.

He heard May orgasm noisily, while sucking on Vicky's sex. He gently bit her clitoris and flicked it with his tongue. A finger had teased her asshole, relaxing it enough to enter her. His other hand was still stroking May. He probed her sex with his tongue, licking and sucking her sex, until his mouth threatened to seize up.

Without prompting, May started sucking on Vicky's breasts. Almost there, the extra stimulation pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm was deep and thoroughly took over her body. It seemed to vibrate, trembling all over, from head to toe.

He stretched his fingers, and worked his jaw to ease them from cramp. He eased himself between them, pulled them close, and kissed them. Their heads were flopped onto his chest, still breathing heavily. On the spur of the moment, he pulled their heads together so their lips touched. 

'Kiss, deeply,' he whispered. 

It was fascinating watching his two teachers tonguing each other. Right before him on his chest, they were smooching, with tongues passionately exploring. They were in the aftermath of an overpowering orgasm, not really aware of what they were doing. Maybe they thought they were kissing him. They were probably so high, they were in love with everything in the world, and wanting to continue the warm sensual feelings. 

Watching them devouring each other gave him an idea. Handling two hot women would be hard work. They could help him out occasionally, by bringing each other to an orgasm. His cock was rigid from watching them, and from brining them to an orgasm. He was too used to seeing them naked to become overexcited by their bodies. It was a pity, but a consequence of having two beautiful women at his disposal.

***

William needed to cool off, for he had very nearly cum with them. They were still heady from the orgasm, and even more attentive to him. They had wanted to pleasure him, but he firmly told them to leave him alone. They looked as though they would disobey him, but contained themselves. 

'I'll send Vicky home, and we can play together,' he told May.

'It is up to you, sir,' she said.

'You don't seem happy with the idea,' he stated. 'Tell me what you're thinking, May,'

'Maybe she could stay. We both need you, sir,' she said.

'I'll think about it,' he said.

This was something new. She was all for sending her away, and only reluctantly agreed to have her move in, yet now she was all for letting her stay. She looked pleased over the idea. 

Vicky brought them coffee and sat down next to May on the sofa. William needed to cool off so sat on an easy chair. They were again dressed in the see-through genie outfits, looking very desirable. He had to keep away from them, or he wouldn't be able to think straight. Something had happened between them after talking about their first time, and he needed to figure out what it was.

'Do you want to stay over tonight, Vicky?' he asked.

She looked at May, who smiled at her, then replied. 'Yes, sir.' 

'You can move in tomorrow. While in the apartment, May will be in charge of you when I'm not here. She will decide everything for you and I'll overrule May if I need to. I'll make the rules for you both. You'll both continue to obey me, and I'll look after you, understood?' he asked, looking from one to the other.

'They nodded their heads, and replied in unison, 'Yes, sir.'

'What are your instructions? Vicky first,' he said.

'I am to obey May in the apartment, unless you say otherwise, sir. I will continue to obey you, and you will look after me, sir,' Vicky seriously intoned.

'I will be in charge and decide everything for Vicky while she is in the apartment, unless you over rule me. I shall continue to obey you, and you will look after me, sir,' May also seriously spoke.

'Good. That's settled then. I've decided Vicky can stay, and we will share May's bed,' he told them. 

He was pleased to see their evident pleasure at his decision. They almost clapped hands with glee. Had the hypnosis affected them so much, or was there something else in them that had been released. They weren't just letting him take over their lives, they wanted him to. He could see they found it comforting for him to make all the decisions. He shook his head, in an attempt to be free of the unanswerable questions.

He wondered why they bothered to dress up, as this evening they were yet again naked. This time on May's bed. 

'It's my turn. I want you to kiss me all over,' he grinned.

With hands behind his head, he laid back on the bed with a self satisfied smile on his face. Having the attention of two teachers lavished upon him was a luxury he could get used to. He heard them whispering together, or at least May giving Vicky instructions. He wondered what they were up to, and if he had made a mistake putting Vicky under May's control. 

What was she telling her? He figured being told what to do by the older teacher, in her apartment, would be easier for Vicky to accept. It would be easier than having a student telling her to strip her clothes off, and lick his cock.

The attractive teachers clambered back on the bed, looking eager to please. Vicky took hold of his cock, and started to lick it. With a look from May she let go and just used her tongue. She flicked her tongue at the crease in his crotch and licked it hard. William let out a gargled sound of pleasure. Licking such a sensitive area was highly erotic.

May licked his nipples then worked her way up his neck to his lips. Every time he attempted to kiss her, she moved away to lick his ears or neck. She was teasing him, by following his instructions to the letter. He stared at her with a quizzical look, then opened his mouth. She grinned, and accepted the unspoken message. She had been told to lick him all over, so flicked her tongue inside his mouth. He powerfully sucked on her tongue, trapping it in his mouth, not that she struggled to escape. She gave in to kiss him back with a duel of tongues. 

Vicky thought the two of them were cheating, so sucked his cock into her mouth. Tonguing it while bobbing her head up and down, was only cheating a little. Hearing William groaning with pleasure inspired her to try something. The head of his cock hitting the back of her mouth choked her. She took a deep breath and tried again. This time she suppressed the reaction when it touched a sensitive point. She kept trying, though failed. 

William could feel his cock tightly engulfed by one of his teachers, and nearly cum. He pushed May away to watch Vicky's head bobbing up and down, almost kissing his pubic hair. She seemed to be trying hard to swallow him whole. It was enthralling watching an older woman try so hard, and as it was his teacher, all the more thrilling.

May put a hand on Vicky's shoulder, ready to push her away. 

'No, May. She's preparing my cock for you,' he devilishly smiled.

May gave him a big smile and leaned in to kiss him. Not pretending to lick him all over this time. They seemed to have abandoned his instructions, from wanting to get what they wanted instead. They both wanted his cock, which sobered him up. How was he going to satisfy the two of them? Vicky had hardly moved in and he was already in trouble.

'Stop her, or she might wear it away,' he laughed. 

'Stop that, Vicky. You're in my apartment, and it's my penis, isn't it, sir,' she growled at her colleague. 

She looked at William for confirmation. 

'Naughty, May! You are supposed to share,' he laughed. 

May wanted his cock, and Vicky was holding onto it, looking as though she wasn't going to give up her prize. He laughed at the situation, not them. They were fighting over his cock, both badly wanting it. He carefully looked them over, and seeing how aroused they were, told him he had to do something. 

'Vicky can ride my cock. You will be next, May,' he pronounced.

Having a young student make such a pronouncement should have been terrible for a teacher. Instead, Vicky dropped his penis from her mouth, and eagerly clambered up the bed. He guided her legs either side of him, so she was kneeling. May helped position her. 

William was surprised she was helping him screw a fellow teacher. She must realise what he planned. If he had enough self control he would make Vicky cum, saving himself for May.

May helped Vicky manoeuvre onto his penis, with a hand guiding it in. Vicky sank down its length, with her weight pushing it right up inside her. William and Vicky sighed with satisfaction. Before she could lift herself up its length, May straightened her legs either side of him, with her feet beside his head. Vicky let out a heartfelt whimper. 

'Oh! God! It's so deep, I can't move,' Vicky moaned.




Teacher Undressed Ch. 07



May knew it would be harder for William to screw her, with Vicky's weight on his hips. Vicky was going to have to do all the work. Not only that, May hoped the feeling of being so deeply penetrated would spur her on to a quick orgasm. 

May kneeled behind her pulling on her nipples, which were already taught and engorged. Vicky leant forward from pain and encouragement. May already knew the woman liked her nipples roughly treated, from a previous session. Both hands cupped her breasts, pulling her backward. The message got through to a primitive part of her brain, and Vicky began to rock back and forth on his cock. 

William watched his teacher, teaching the other to fuck herself on his cock. It was a dream come true having two beautiful teachers in bed. Having them keenly fucking him was miraculous. It was so overwhelming, it kept him from an orgasm. His cock was as hard as a rod of iron. It was so stiff, nothing was going to leak through it from his balls.

Vicky began to heavily pant. 'Oh God!' she shouted. 'Don't stop now, please, sir,' she said. Each word was punctuated with out-breaths of exhausted air.

She missed the point that she was fucking herself on his penis, and so it was up to her when to stop. She rocked forward, with the head of his penis about to disengage her vagina. She slowly sank back upon him to feel it penetrating inch by inch. Their bodies touched, and she sank a little further, pressing him tight with all her weight.

She threw back her head and yowled, like a bitch being roughly mounted. Her body trembled with emotion and from electrical shocks igniting her nervous system. She fitfully moaned with her head sagging forward. 

May pulled her up and back, trying to slide her off William's penis.

'No! Please,' Vicky moaned. 

The thought of losing the feeling of fullness, and completeness, was awful. Nevertheless, she was determinedly pulled from William by a desperate May. 

'It's my turn, give him up,' May spat.

William nearly lost it when his teacher yelled out in delirious pleasure. It was fascinating watching her fuck herself on his cock. With help from another of his teachers, she was absorbing his cock right up inside her cunt. It was so mesmerising a scene, he became detached from what was happening, otherwise he would have cum.

May shoved Vicky out of the way, and squatted onto his cock. It looked as though she were nestling in, to hatch an egg. She took time rubbing her lips over the end of his cock. Every time it rubbed her clit she gave a little moan of pleasure. Like Vicky, she wasn't considering his pleasure, just wanting to satisfy her own needs. It was lucky their needs were so pleasurable to him too.

May didn't need to prepare herself, she was just enjoying another build up, indulging herself with more foreplay. She took a deep breath and pushed. The head of his penis penetrated her. She rested a moment, relishing the feel of it pushing at her vagina. She wanted to plunge down upon it, needed desperately to, only just refraining from it. It was a form of torture.

She rocked back a little and lost her balance. Her full weight pressed down upon him, plunging his cock into her like a ramrod in a gun. It pushed at the walls of her vagina as it travelled deeper, seemingly stretching her open. Not planning on shoving down on him hard, it was a surprise. She howled like a banshee.

'Oh! Yes! Fuck me hard, sir,' she gasped.

His cock was deep and full, filling her up with a wonderful hardness. She moaned with irresistible pleasure when he pushed up with strong muscular legs. 

'Yes, sir, fuck your naughty teacher, sir,' she pleaded. 

She couldn't move. Wanted to ride his cock, but couldn't budge. She merely flopped up and down to his rhythm. Her breasts jiggled up and down, with every half thrust. His cock was deep, nudging at the neck of her womb. 

'Now! Sir, cum now, please! Fill your teacher with young cum,' she begged.

A strong push lifted her up, pushing apart her thighs, stretching her wide. She imagined his cock pressing at her womb, spurting his cum deep into her, filling her up. He erupted and kept spurting, feeling as though it were a gusher, going on and on, jet after jet of sperm, pumping into his teacher. He emptied his sack of juice, spraying her insides with strings of sticky cum.

May collapsed on him. He guided her to his side, and she wrapped both legs around him. Vicky was recovering and began to whisper her thanks for a magnificent orgasm. 

'Thank you sir, for fucking me, and making me cum so much. At last I've met someone who can control me, and tell me what to do, and look after me. No one has made me theirs with such passion and care. You will look after me, sir?' she pleaded.

'Yes, Vicky, I'll look after you, I promise,' he said, and tenderly kissed her lips.

May grabbed him around the waist, trying to pull him to her, and away from her rival. William turned onto his back, and pulled his two teachers close. They rested their heads on his chest, each kissing a nipple.

'Stop that!' he warned. 

'Kiss and make up, both of you,' he told them.

They moved their heads closer over his chest and briefly touched lips. 

'Not good enough. I need to know you will help each other in the apartment, and be good girls around me. I don't want you fighting, arguing, or being naughty in any way to each other. Come on, kiss and make up. A proper kiss, as though you were kissing me,' he firmly spoke.

He watched them touch lips, and reluctantly open their mouths. Inches from his face these two teachers were pressing their mouths together. It looked as though May pushed her tongue into the younger teachers mouth. The move had her responding in kind, and soon their tongues were wrapped together, swirling around their mouths.

They weren't naturally inclined to be doing this, yet he had them deeply kissing. May had sucked Vicky's nipples and jut now had been pulling on her nipples. Admittedly she was doing it out of self-interest. They weren't enjoying it, as they were merely going through the motions to keep him happy. 

'OK! Stop, that,' he said.

'Tell me why you want me to look after you, May,' he heavily said.

Before they fell off to sleep, he was going to get to the bottom of this. Why it was they had so easily accepted his commands, and weren't fighting off his control. They had both just fucked him, not the other way around. There must be a reason for this, and he wanted to know what it was.

They murmured their apologies and promised to behave themselves. Before they could tell him anything useful, he fell asleep. The women smiled at each other, and gently kissed his lips, careful not to wake him. They snuggled close, now willing to share him, knowing they were going to get what they wanted. After only a short while they too fell asleep.



Teacher Undressed Ch. 08



Miss Grant discovers the truth

A few days ago Miss Grant woke up in bed with William, as his teacher, which was a shock for her. After that he was careful to instruct her to remain as May, his hypnotised playmate, when she woke up. He did the same to Vicky, another of his teachers. 

That morning May and Vicky woke up first and lay gazing at him, remembering the passion of last night. 

'Let's get up and make breakfast. Careful not to wake him,' May warned Vicky.

They got dressed and pottered around in the kitchen, keeping quiet, yet eager for him to get up out of bed. The coffee was brewed, and the aroma reached him. William padded into the kitchen on bare feet to greet his two teachers. 

'Morning my lovelies,' he grinned.

'Morning, sir,' they chorused.

'Thank you for the lovely orgasm last night, sir,' Vicky gushed.

Not to be out done, May followed her example. 'Thank you for yet more wonderful orgasms, sir,' she purred, and gave him a kiss.

Vicky looked at the two of them and was about to interrupt. 

'Best get on with cooking breakfast,' May ordered.

Vicky hesitated, then carried on when William nodded, confirming that is what she should do. He was pleased to see May taking charge, and Vicky deferring to the older teacher as he instructed last night. Both his teachers fussed around him as though he were the most important person in their lives. He enjoyed the attention, but would have to do something about their competitiveness, before it got out of hand.

They ate breakfast, showered, and changed. As soon as they left the apartment William's playmates would revert to being responsible teachers. Vicky left first, then William, with May following later. 

On the drive to Miss Bourbons apartment William recalled something his uncle told him about hypnosis subjects. Everyone puts on a social front, acting responsibly and decently. The best subjects want to be told what to do, even to the point of being dominated. They won't be aware of wanting someone to relieve them of social respectability, and the shackles of social decency. He figured this was the case with his two teachers. He pulled up outside Miss Bourbon's place, and wondered what he was getting himself into. He hoped it hadn't been a mistake hypnotising two teachers.

'Hi, Miss Bourbon, has Miss Grant arrived yet?' William asked. 

He knew she hadn't, as she would be stopping off for fuel. Miss Bourbon didn't remember spending the night with him at Miss Grant's apartment, and it needed to be kept that way. To that end he pretended to have driven from home.

'Not yet, come on in, William,' Vicky said, and stood aside for him to enter.

He squeezed by her, noticing she had changed from the sensible clothes worn to school yesterday, and wore on leaving May's apartment this morning. The short skirt, and shirt tied around her tummy, were a surprise. He wondered if this was her usual casual attire, or was it due to his influence freeing up her natural reticence. Miss Grant might have something to say about her dress code.

'Thanks for helping out, William. Some of the boxes are too heavy for me to lift, so I'm grateful for your help,' she smiled.

'I'm glad to help, Miss Bourbon,' he smiled back.

'Would you like a coffee, before we get down to it?' she asked, with a cheeky smile on her face.

'I'd like to take a look at what needs shifting, if you don't mind,' he said.

'Sure, where should we start? Would you like me in the bedroom, to show you everything,' Vicky offered.

He was tempted to say he'd already seen everything last night. The strange way she was phrasing things made him wary. The flirty looks she was giving him were less than polite for a teacher. If the barrier between hypnotised Vicky and Miss Bourbon was breaking down, he would have to do something. The last thing he wanted was for his teacher to remember anything she did as Vicky, his hot plaything.

'All these boxes need to go,' she pointed out. Bending over a small box, she turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. 'I've not had a handsome young man in this bedroom before,' she giggled. 'We can start here in the bedroom, or do you want me in another room, William,' she said, and seductively licked her lips. 'It's up to you, I'm at your disposal, any way you want me,' she suggestively spoke. 

Her eyes were hooded, and with a wet tongue she moistened her lips. It was worrying seeing his teacher so sexed up. If Miss Grant didn't get here soon she would be on the floor panting. It was obviously down to them having sex last night, and something of the passion was now spilling over into her conscious mind. 

The skirt was up around her thighs, and he wondered what panties she was wearing. If she bent any further he would find out. Though he was trying hard not to react, an erection tented his jeans. She awkwardly turned and fell backward with legs awkwardly splayed, showing off her newly shaved sex. He reached for both hands to help her up. 

'Oh! William, sorry to be so rude. Please don't tell Miss Grant, she'll be shocked. I sorted out these clothes before my shower, forgetting to leave out underwear. This is all I have to wear with everything else packed. I've no idea where my panties are. What must you think of me?' she moaned.

'It's alright, Miss Bourbon, I'll not say anything, promise,' he said.

Their conversation from last night came to mind, when confiding she didn't wear panties. He'd assumed that phase in her life had past, or at least it was only committed on the odd occasion. Maybe this was one of those special occasions she didn't wear panties. 

'I'll get the coffee on, ready for Miss Grant when she arrives,' she worriedly said.

She put a hand on his shoulder, and added, 'Thank you for helping me, William, you're a treasure.' 

She kissed him on the cheek, then stepped back with a troubled look. Her nose wrinkled up and her eyes became slits, as though half remembering something that couldn't be right. She gave him a curious look, and scampered off. 

She had obviously been excited and was purposely teasing him. Kissing him, and wanting more, was going too far with a student, and that calmed her down. He hoped she would keep herself under control when Miss Grant arrived, or he would have to tighten up the hypnotic instructions he'd given her. He carried a box out to his car, and was relieved to see Miss Grant pulling up.

'Miss Bourbon is making coffee, Miss Grant,' he said.

'It's nice of you to help move Miss Bourbon into my apartment, William,' she smiled.

'It's OK. Glad to help my favourite teacher,' he said, and gave her a big smile.

She chuckled and looked shyly at him. 'I'm glad to hear I'm still your favourite, William.' 

A frown creased her brow for a moment, wondering why it felt so important to be his favourite. They went in together and stood around in the kitchen drinking coffee.

'We need to get moving,' Miss Grant said, hurrying them along.

'I'll take the bathroom boxes out,' Miss Grant told them. 

Vicky followed William into the bedroom, looking shy. 

'Sorry about earlier, William,' she whispered.

'Forgotten, honest. Those are the light ones, so I'll shift these heavy ones,' he said.

Vicky squatted to pick up a box, careful not to show off her rear. A couple of steps across the room, and she tripped, falling onto William. She ended up laying over his lap, where he'd fallen back on some boxes. 

'Damn! The bottom of the box came open. I tripped on my underwear, William,' Miss Bourbon said. 'How ironic!' she spluttered. 'At least I've found them now.'

'Plenty of panties on the floor, but not on you, Miss Bourbon,' William critically stated.

'Sorry again. I'm so naughty. Maybe you should spank me, while I'm over your knee,' she giggled. 'It would be funny wouldn't it, a teacher being spanked like a naughty little girl, by her student,' Vicky teased.

William noted she wasn't trying to pull the skirt down, or making a move off his lap. It was very tempting to spank her. It would be easy enough when hypnotised as Vicky, yet it was more exciting while she was his teacher. When they were in class she would remember him spanking her bare ass. He could almost see her sitting at her desk, deeply embarrassed, carefully avoiding looking at him. It would be his turn to tease her.

'Are you two shirking?' Miss Grant shouted, on her way back to the bathroom for another box.

Vicky quickly rolled off his lap, and started picking up her panties. He helped, and found out why the box had collapsed. It wasn't the light underwear, it was sex toys, heavy with batteries. Together they re-packed the box and he put it in her arms.

'If Miss Grant wasn't here, would you have spanked me?' she shyly asked.

'You're a very naughty teacher, and should be spanked,' he said. 

Gripping her shoulders he turned her toward the door. He patted her bottom, encouraging her on her way. At the door she looked back at him, and winked. He'd hoped the admonishment sank in, though it didn't look like it. Thinking about it, he laughed at the audacious statement. He was telling a teacher off for not wearing panties, and had almost spanked her. 

William heavily sighed, adjusted the hardness in his jeans, and picked up a heavy box. He co-ordinated the journeys to and from his car, avoiding Miss Bourbon.

'The three cars are full so we'll drive over and dump the boxes. What do you think, William, one more trip?' Miss Grant asked.

'I recon so,' he agreed.

The final trip was made without incident, though he kept out of Vicky's way just in case. Now they were in May's apartment Vicky had calmed down, which was a great relief. Being hypnotised for too long last night was affecting them, and Vicky was showing the signs, so he dare not keep them under all weekend. That was why Miss Bourbon was acting so mischievously, so he would have to give them a chance to regain their usual decorum. 

'Thank you William, I couldn't have done it without you,' Vicky enthused.

She gave him a hug, and pecked him on the lips. He glanced at May, who stood looking at them with a stern expression. Perhaps there was a touch of envy to the expression.

'I'd better go,' he lamely said.

'If there's anything we can do for you, William, let us know. We must return the favour,' Miss Grant smiled. 

He thought she was going to shake his hand, and was surprised when she leaned in to kiss his cheek. She too looked surprised that she had. 

'Wait a moment, William,' she said, and took Vicky into the kitchen.

'That wasn't appropriate, Miss Bourbon. Kissing a student could get you into trouble. Instead, I think you should offer him lunch,' Miss Grant, told her.

'That sounds like a good idea,' she enthusiastically agreed. 

'Perhaps you would like to stay for lunch, William,' May asked.

'I'd like to, perhaps another time. I've got an uncomfortable chore to do. I've put off clearing out dad's cabin for too long. Haven't been up to it,' William told them.

Miss Bourbon moved closer to him, wanting to hug the sad looking young man. The older teacher put a restraining arm on her shoulder.

'What are you going to do? Perhaps we can help you to pay the favour we owe you,' she asked.

'I've got to prepare the place for sale. Clear out any personal, family things,' he said.

'Not something you should be doing alone, William. He lost his parents last year,' she explained to Vicky. 'We'll come with you,' she added.

The decision was made as far as she was concerned, and William nodded acceptance. 

'I'll pack a picnic,' Miss Bourbon offered.

'It's a good place for a picnic by the lake. We used to spend many a sunny afternoon there,' William mused.

The drive didn't take long. He wasn't in a hurry to open the cabin up and relive old memories, so they walked over to the lake.

William pointed to a cabin further around the lake. 'Mr McKenzie lives there. His cabin is much bigger than ours. I've heard he's got himself a new woman friend. You might know her, she's on the school board, Mrs Jane Marshal. Over there is Mr Finnegan's cabin. Mr Finnegan, Bob McKenzie, and dad, used to go fishing a lot, from this old pier. Though his son's use it to party these days,' he recounted.

Miss Grant put a hand on his shoulder. 'Miss Bourbon has laid out the picnic, we should eat.'

Without thinking he put his arm around her waist, and walked over to Vicky. May put a finger up to her lips, to stop Vicky making a comment. They ate and chatted about their families, laughing over small inconsequential things. Miss Bourbon got up and walked to the lake to admire the view.

'Those clouds look ominous,' Miss Grant commented.

William turned around to look at what she meant. 'Doesn't look good. A bit early in the year for a squall off the lake. That's what dad called them. They come down the valley pretty quick. We'd better pack up the picnic.'

'Miss Bourbon!' he shouted. 

He watched her turn, and fall. 'Shit!' he shouted, and ran for the pier.

He waded out and grabbed her under the arms. Dragging her out he guided her onto hands and knees. He put his arms around her, pulled on her stomach, and she choked up swallowed water. He glanced over his shoulder to see the storms progress. 

'We had better get in the car,' he told them.

They helped her up, gave her time to recover, and made their way to the vehicle. Before they'd taken a few steps, rain and wind batted into them. William pushed them onto the back seat and slammed the windblown door. 

'It's no good its stuck,' he shouted above the wind. He tried again, putting it into a higher gear, but the tyres just span in the mud. 'Damn automatic,' he quietly cursed.

'Do you think you can make it to the cabin?' he asked Miss Bourbon.

With a nod from her, he ran around to their door, and pulled them out. Holding onto them, they made a struggling half run to the cabin. The key eventually worked and they were out of the torrential rain. He silently cursed himself for parking on the grass. 

'Your shivering, Miss Bourbon,' he said. 'Best take her into the bedroom and get those wet clothes off, she'll catch a chill, or worse. We're not going anywhere in this storm,' he strongly advised. 

Miss Grant agreed, and helped her into the other room. The place was a bit dusty, but sound enough to withstand the usual end of summer storm. He rummaged around in a cupboard and came up with two large blankets. The bed had been stripped off some time ago, leaving an uninviting bare mattress. William walked in on them, turned his head away, and handed over the two blankets. 

'No towels, I'm afraid, just these old blankets. You ought to get out of those wet clothes too. I'll light the fire and dry them,' he said.

Miss Grant was moved along by his commanding manner, with no time to think why she was letting him take the lead. Besides, it was sensible advice he was giving, and probably the only thing to do. She sat on the bed in a blanket wrapped tight about her, listening to the wind and his clanking about in the kitchen, lighting the old pot boiler. The wind was rattling a window somewhere. It was cold, yet comforting to be looked after. 

'Are you decent?' William asked.

'As much as I can be,' she replied.

He went over to Miss Bourbon and felt her brow. He lifted her arm from the blanket and felt her arm pit. He tucked her arm away, and felt her head. Miss Grant watched him, wondering what he was doing.

'She's suffering from shock, and hypothermia. No head injury, so she can sleep. You should get under the blankets and share body heat. It's going to take time to get the kitchen warm. I'll take the clothes and dry them,' he said, and scooped them up. 

Miss Grant hesitated getting on the bed, though figured he was right. Her colleague wasn't shivering, yet looked deathly pale. She pulled the blankets around them both and snuggled up. The woman was cold alright, so pushed her over to spoon her. 

'You OK?' he whispered. 

'You were right, she's freezing cold. Where did you learn all this practical first aid?' she asked. 

'Dad and I used sail on the lake. He told me what to do for emergencies. Never thought I'd make use of it,' he smiled.

'You had better take your own advice and get out of those wet clothes. Your shivering. We need you to look after us, so don't go down with anything,' she quietly spoke.

'No more blankets. I've looked around, but there's nothing I can use. They must have stripped the place at the end of last summer,' he explained. 

'Well, you've got to do something. This is the only warm place. Under the circumstances, well, you'd better get in here with us. You can help warm her up,' Miss Grant hesitantly spoke.

'You sure about that?' he asked.

'No, I'm not, but it seems necessary. Just don't tell anyone, alright!' she quietly said.

He hung up his clothes on a chair facing the boiler, and went back into the bedroom. As soon as he walked in she turned her head away, leaving him with some privacy. 

'She's still cold,' he commented.

'Warmer than before. Thank you, William, for helping us. You're a treasure,' she smiled.

He reached over his teacher to feel under Miss Grants arm. She was a little startled, then realised what he was doing.

'It's you, you've become used to her being cold,' he informed her.

He carefully climbed over Miss Bourbon trying not to disturb her from a deep sleep. 

'What are you doing?' she exclaimed.

'You need warming up, turn over,' he told her.

'I'm alright,' she complained. 

It was too late. He slide next to her, and though highly embarrassed she turned over as instructed. She again wondered why she was submitting so meekly to his advice. He snuggled up and wrapped his arms around her. If she was triggered into being May, he would have held onto her breasts, but she wasn't, so he hugged her waist.

'William. Err, are you sure about this?' she asked.

'Just doing what's necessary. The fire will get going, and we can go into the kitchen then,' he said.

'That's not what I meant. You're my student, and we're naked, in bed. In the kitchen, what will we wear, there's only two blankets?' she pointed out.

'I'll think of something,' he said.

'You'd better warm Miss Bourbon up. You've got me hot, I, err, mean I'm feeling warm,' she softly spoke. 

'She's snuggling up to me. Still asleep,' he said. 

While hypnotised he'd had them both in bed, but never while they were fully aware as teachers. This was wild. He assumed it was because she had been in bed with him before, that she allowed it. He wondered what Miss Bourbon would think if she woke up now. 

'I'd better turn around,' she said.

Being stuck against the wall there was little room to escape, and if they weren't careful they'd push Miss Bourbon out of bed.

'Don't move!' she urgently said.

'Have you got cramp?' he asked.

'No! Just don't move. Your thingy, its, err,' she hesitantly said.

'Sorry, I'll turn over.'

'Stop!' she hissed.

He felt like laughing, only just holding back. He'd felt it rising between her thighs and wondered when she would say something, and more interestingly what she would do about it. He lay still, leaving her to sort out the problem.

'Sorry. What do you want me to do?' he asked.

'Whatever you do, don't move up the bed,' she pleaded.

'Oh! I see what you mean,' he said. 

He knew full well what was happening, from having played with her so often, and knowing the feel of her sex.

'You're in a dangerous position, so don't move,' she warned him. 'I'll try to wriggle up the bed.'

'Oh! God!' she puffed.

'What's wrong?' he teased.

'Can't you tell? Dam it! Your penis is nudging me. William, please be careful.' she hissed. 'Don't wake her up, I don't want her knowing.' 

'Don't panic. I'll help push you up the bed,' he calmly spoke.




Teacher Undressed Ch. 08



He tightened his arms around her, feeling his cock pushing at her sex, and hearing her moan. She was certainly hot, and would have welcomed him when hypnotised as May. As his teacher she was naturally upset over the prospect of being entered by a student. 

He felt his cock pushing between her lips, and she let out a squeak of anguish. He shoved her up the bed, despite a strong temptation to impale her.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief. 'Thank you, William. I'm sorry, it must have been hard for you. I mean, well you know. It must have been tempting, I mean. I don't know what I mean. We couldn't do anything, you know that. I'm your teacher, so I couldn't let you. This must be a secret between us, no one must know,' she whispered.

She turned around to face him, keeping her hips, and her sex away from him. 

'I'll turn around and warm Miss Bourbon up,' he said.

'No more accidents, William!' she warned, and they both quietly chuckled.

She rested her head against his back, wondering if it was an escape, or a lost opportunity. He was a strong, handsome young man. She was unlikely to ever be in this position again. He was probably more appalled than she was at the idea of screwing a teacher. She must be an old woman to him, compared to the girls in class. 

They listened to the wind blowing, and rain spattering a window.

'It's strange, all this seems familiar, us cuddling in bed,' she mused.

'You told me about a dream, waking up with me,' he prompted.

'Did I? I shouldn't have. I remember now. We were in bed together. How strange, prophetic, or coincidence?' she wondered out loud. 

This wasn't a topic of conversation to have with a student, especially under the circumstances. 

'Dreams don't have an obvious meaning. In your dream it might of been someone I reminded you of, or something completely different,' he suggested.

'You're trying to make me feel better,' she said. 'You're a nice young man, William. Not many men would be so responsible and considerate, by stopping when asked. You'll make a wonderful husband, and I hope she appreciates you. There's no need to make me feel good. I'm in bed with a handsome young man, and at my age, that is pretty good for my ego,' she chuckled. 

'You're a beautiful woman, any man would want to be in bed with. All the guys say your sexy,' he said. 

'Really? I thought they would think of me as dull, and too mean in class,' she said.

'It's your voluptuous figure,' he proffered. 

'My large breasts you mean. You'd better stop this or you'll ache,' she whispered in his ear. 

'Is my teacher being naughty?' he asked, and pushed back at her a couple of times.

'You're the one being naughty,' she said with mock seriousness, and tapped his bare bottom. 

He pushed away from her, pretending to be shocked. 

'I hope the naughty boy isn't taking advantage of his teacher,' she sternly spoke.

Her arm was already wrapped around him, so she moved a hand down to his thighs. It brushed against his penis. 

'Just checking,' she giggled. 

'It's still there,' he said.

'Yes, but where is it pointing,' she said, and pushed her hand between him and Vicky.

'Satisfied?' he said.

'No, but that's something else. Just keep it away from her down there, promise?' she asked.

'Yes, of course,' he said, sounding hurt.

'You're a man and can only take so much provocation. You're moving again,' she accused. 

Taking it as an excuse, she reached down to grip his penis. 

'Naughty boy. You must take your penis away from you're teachers bottom, or I'll send you to the principle,' she giggled. 

'It's just pushed between her cheeks, out of the way,' he explained, with a laugh in his voice.

'I can't go to sleep with you like that. Lie on your back and do something,' she told him.

He wondered what she meant for a moment, then spluttered in comprehension. 'I can't do that with you here,' he said, sounding surprised.

'I used to do it for a boyfriend, shall I do it for you?' she hesitantly asked.

'You can try,' he casually spoke. 

They had got up to all sorts of things when she was May his plaything, but having his teacher flog him off? Damn! It was probably the hypnosis that was leaking into her conscious mind, lessening her inhibitions. The stern Miss Grant wouldn't contemplate any of this.

He felt a hand stroke his thighs and nudge his sack, getting closer to his cock. In one fluid movement her hand stroked up the length of his cock. suddenly she pulled her arm from around him.

'Sorry, William. I can't do it,' she gasped. 'You'll have to think of something else. I know it's hard for you, I mean difficult. Turnover and face me,' she firmly said.

Miss Grant kept her distance. She felt an urge to press up to him, and cuddle him, and far more. It wasn't just that they were naked in bed together. There was something else going on, something in the back of her mind which she couldn't grasp. 

William was frustrated with a raging hard-on. Knowing he could just summon her into being his personal plaything was so very tempting. Being in bed with her while she was Miss Grant, his teacher, was far more exciting, so decided against it. Knowing her so well, the signs of her arousal were clear. Maybe he could seduce his teacher, for he knew how to please her. Instead he decided to think about school work.

'How are my grades now, Miss Grant,' he asked.

She was relieved to hear him trying to control himself. At the same time it was painful to be reminded she was his teacher. For a terrible moment she almost gave in to an immoral desire. She took a deep breath to calm herself, only to feel her erect nipples press against his chest.

'What did you say?' she asked, with a trembling voice.

'How are my grades, do you think I'll pass?' he asked.

'You're doing well. I guess you just needed something extra after school to catch up. It must have been painful to lose your parents. The lost time from school was the least of your worries. How are you doing these days, I'm sure you're not over it yet,' she sympathetically asked.

A feeling of wanting to hold him close, to comfort him, was almost overwhelming. 

'Alright I guess. There's moments I get upset. Thanks for coming out to the cabin. I thought there would be photos and stuff here, to remind me of the good times,' he murmured.

Thinking of parents helped calm him down, and he lost the erection. He mumbled for awhile, until an overwhelming tiredness gripped him, and he fell asleep.

Miss Grant relaxed a little. She was still wondering how on earth she had let him take over, and how they ended up in bed together. Each moment was run through, in an effort to work out how it happened. It seemed the only course of action at the time, and it still did. She re-ran the whole day, without finding anything amiss. He couldn't have orchestrated the storm, even if Vicky had colluded by falling in the lake, which was unlikely. 

Reaching back through the day she found something unusual. The moments before leaving home this morning were a complete blank. Arriving home from school last night, until this morning when leaving the house, were unclear. For a brief instant a vague memory of William and Vicky in her apartment came to mind. Was it just a dream, or a reflection of what was happening now? Her mind went around in circles for awhile, until she fell asleep. 

***

Sunday morning he woke up to find his teachers had left him to sleep in. 

'Are you awake, William?' Miss Grant asked, knowing he was, or at least stirring.

'Yea. Can I have my clothes?' he said, through the inched open bedroom door.

William walked in to the main room, finding his two teachers still wrapped in the blankets. 

'Our clothes, William,' Miss Grant pointed out.

She held a dress up to show him they were singed, with small holes in them. 

'Sorry, I forgot to check on them. The fire must have got going, and spat out wood sparks,' he stated the obvious.

'We can't go home like this. What are we going to do?' Miss Grant almost screeched.

'Sorry, it's my fault, I should have moved them away from the fire,' he apologised.

'It isn't your fault, William. We were all cold and soaking wet. We were in a bad way, and if you hadn't made us do the right thing, we would have been ill, with pneumonia or something,' Miss Bourbon emphatically spoke. 

With each word she moved closer to William. Still clutching the blanket around her naked body, she reached up to him, and kissed him on the lips. A chaste kiss, nevertheless receiving a scowl from Miss Grant.

'I'll put the burnt clothes on, and William can take me home, I mean to your apartment,' she said. 

The determined expression halted her colleagues complaints. 

'I guess you're right. We were all exhausted, unable to think straight yesterday afternoon. You rescued the picnic, so we have some breakfast. What about the car, can you drive it off the grass?' Miss Grant asked.

'The sun is out, so it'll soon dry. There's a shovel in the shed, if it comes to that,' he said.

'Sorry, William. You don't deserve to be blamed after helping us so well,' she quietly said.

William could see there was something worrying her, and it wasn't the clothes, even if they looked over cooked, and a little charred around the edges.

'I'll get changed, while Miss Bourbon dishes out breakfast,' she said.

Miss Bourbon fussed around him, serving him as though he were a hero. She wasn't bothered at all over sharing a bed with him, or that she wore just a blanket. It was wrapped around her and tucked under an arm, like a towel. 

'Whoops! Sorry, William,' she giggled. 

The blanket slipped away, to pool at her feet. She put the plate and drink on the table, freeing up her hands. She put a finger to her lips, with a sharp look at the bedroom door, not wanting the stern Miss Grant to know. It seemed she was in no hurry to pick it up. 

He'd seen her beautiful body before, but right now she was Miss Bourbon, his teacher. She was very close, and all he could do was sit gazing at her. Just in time she wrapped the blanket around her. They both turned to the bedroom door to see Miss Grant emerge, wearing what was left of her clothes.

From a distance it would look as though a strange pattern was printed on the dress. Close up it was wrinkled, with brown ringed holes randomly decorating it. As far as he could see, there was nothing too much to complain about, so long as they ran to the apartment without being seen. The ride home shouldn't be embarrassing. She kept her back to him, and quickly sat down.

Vicky sauntered out, looking pleased with herself. 'I might start a new fashion,' she announced. 

If she had been wearing underwear it might not have been so lewd. If she didn't stand right, a nipple would pop out a hole. Another small burn hole was unfortunately positioned over her sex. Without panties, a close up would reveal far too much. 

She didn't seem fazed by it for a moment, and sat down opposite William, giving him a grin. There was no doubt about it, she was an exhibitionist, looking forward to going outside with the possibility of exposing herself. 

'Show him, Miss Grant,' Miss Bourbon grinned.

'I can't,' she hissed. 

'The back of the dress is holed and shrivelled up,' Miss Bourbon laughed. 

'Sitting in the car, no one will notice,' William helpfully said. 'You can drape the blanket over your shoulder, covering your, err, back,' he added.

'Thank you, William. As usual you have a sensible solution to a problem,' she said, pointedly looking at her colleague. 

'Where's your underwear,' she asked.

Miss Bourbon went quiet on being found out. William changed the subject back to digging the car out. He'd try it alone, giving them a chance to clean up after breakfast. Returning to the cabin he said it was done, so they could drive home.

***

In her own kitchen Miss Grant felt more in control. She cornered her colleague to tell her, 'Vicky, you had better get your things sorted out and put away. I need to talk to William about last night. We don't want him telling anyone, do we,' she emphasised.

'Call me when your through,' Miss Bourbon agreed.

Miss Grant called him into the kitchen for a coffee. 

'Thanks for going to the cabin with me, and I'm really sorry it turned out so bad for you,' William said.

'Just promise me you won't tell anyone. It really has to remain a secret. Awkward questions would be asked,' she said.

'Of course, I promise, no-one will know, honest,' he firmly spoke.

'I knew I could count on you, William,' she praised him.

'There is something else bothering me. Do you remember me asking you about the effects of hypnosis? I was doing some strange things, and you told me it would pass. I don't remember much about Friday evening, or getting up Saturday morning. When we were in bed, it seemed so familiar, as though we had been there before. No! Don't say anything,' she said, with a palm held up to him. 

William was about to say her name, May, to put her under. She needed instructing to re-enforce the barrier between teacher and playmate. Instead he let her carry on, to see how bad things were.

'You've been hypnotising me, William, and making me forget things. Reassure me, William. Otherwise it might be madness, dementia, or something, just put my mind at rest,' she pleaded.

He hadn't thought of this. She must have been worrying about small inconsistencies in her life. It must have been disturbing having half memories invading her consciousness, and had been trying to make sense of it all. He knew she had put some of it down to bad dreams. He thought for a moment, then decided to put her out of her misery.

'Yes, Miss Grant,' he admitted.

Rather than explode as expected, she leaned back on the sofa, and sighed heavily, looking relieved. 

'Thank you for being honest with me, William,' she whispered. 'I don't want to know what you've been up to, just tell me, am I happier? I mean, when hypnotised,' she asked.

'Yes, I think so. Yes, you're more relaxed and laugh more,' he honestly spoke.

'In school, was I hypnotised?' she asked. 

Waiting for the answer, she looked pensive. He dare not tell her what she had got up to in class. It might just be too much, and break down the barrier and flood her mind with terrible memories. 

Instead he said, 'I didn't take advantage. I didn't get you to mark my essays higher, or anything.'

She was relieved to hear that, but there was a lot more he wasn't telling her. What in hell had they been up to here in her apartment. Of course, that was it. It was all a game to him. A boy with a teacher under his influence must have been great fun.

'I don't want to know everything, just tell me if my career has been jeopardised,' she demanded. 

'No, of course not. I was careful. You asked me for help, and I really wanted to help you,' he earnestly spoke. 

'I know, William, I'm sure you want to help me. I'm not sure it was in a way I would have chosen,' she sighed.

'Even under hypnosis you wouldn't do something too far out of character,' he said.

'Too far?' she said. 'What is going too far?'

A thump from the spare room reminded her of the new lodger. With Vicky moving in did that spoil his game?

'Whose idea was it for her to move in?' she demanded.

'You needed help with expenses. I suggested it, and you took the idea up with Miss Bourbon,' he explained, hiding the fact it had been an unambiguous order.

'I was worried, though having someone move in. . .' she left the statement unfinished. 

He could see she was unsure about this explanation. Half truths were accepted for the moment, though he figured she was building up to the big question. Could he tell her, or would he have to summon May to hide everything more firmly. It was a relief that she was gradually finding out more and more of the truth, but could she stand everything being revealed.

'Yesterday and last night. Do I remember everything that happened?' she pointedly asked.

'Yes. Yesterday you weren't under hypnosis at all,' he said.

'So why were we in bed? Surely I wouldn't have allowed it,' she whispered.

He knew what she wanted to know, and was tempted to tell her, if she asked directly.

'It was the only thing we could do. I promise not to tell anyone,' he said.

'Yes, well, I guess so. I had a feeling of déjà vu. It wasn't just a dream was it. The dream was real. That's what made it so easy to get into bed with you,' she stated.

'How did you feel, being in bed with me. Were you afraid, did you feel bad, or was it OK?' he asked.

'I felt, err, alright I guess,' she hesitantly said. Remembering how turned on she was, had her turning a shade of pink. 'You're avoiding the question, William. We've been in bed before, haven't we!' she demanded.

'Yes.'

'In this apartment, in my bed,' she quietly spoke.

'Yes.'

She put her hands over her face and moaned. 

'We didn't just cuddle, like last night, did we,' she stated.

'No.'

'Oh, William, what have you done to me! Don't answer that! I don't want to know!' she warned him.

She looked at the door, checking that it was firmly closed, worried that Vicky might have heard the outburst. They sat silently for awhile. Miss Grant was waiting for Vicky to run in to find out what was going on. He was waiting for her to digest the news that she had been screwed by a student.

'William. I. You. We've been,' she attempted to say, and gave up. 'I trust you didn't do anything awful. I mean, nothing strange,' she choked.

'Of course not. I care about you. You didn't do anything you didn't want to,' he earnestly spoke.

'But, we did things. I shouldn't, not with you, a student,' she moaned.

'Shouldn't, isn't that the key? You wanted to. The hypnosis allowed you to do what you wanted to do,' he said.

'Oh. Well. I guess. I know now, so it must stop,' she said. 

Her voice wavered, looking very unsure about the decision. Did she want it to stop, or was she afraid of being caught out. She sighed heavily. There was no way she wanted to know what they had been up to.

'I feel as though you should make the decision for me. That can't be right. Is that how I am, or is it your influence?' she asked.

She looked resigned over the trouble she was in, and from being unable to face it.

'I have a feeling that you will help me, that I want you to help me. It's a nice warm feeling. I want you to help me, William. Make all the anxiety go away,' she implored. 

'May,' he said. The small word was full of meaning, for them both.

'Sir!' she cried.

He ensnared her in his arms, and she gripped him tight. 'It's alright, my lovely. You're safe now.'

He kissed her watery eyes and face, while murmuring pleasant sounds of praise. 'You're wonderful, simply wonderful.'

'I don't feel it. I feel as though I've been so worried, so frightened. Now you're here to look after me, and tell me what to do, I just know I'll be alright,' she warmly smiled.

'Call Vicky in and we'll be happy together. You're still my favourite, May,' he said, with heartfelt honesty.

She tried calling her flat mate, only to croak. She tried again, and succeeded, with Vicky exuberantly bouncing in.

'Vicky,' he firmly said.

'Oh! Sir! Are we going to play?' she excitedly asked.

'Do you both want to?' he enquired.

'Yes please, sir,' they chorused as one.

'Let's get your things settled into your room,' he told them.

'I thought we were going to play,' May sulkily spoke.

'Yes, we'll make it a game. You know what it will lead to,' he joked.

'Mmm, yesss, sir,' May gleamed brightly.

Clothes and ornaments were scattered everywhere, with boxes torn open haphazardly. There wasn't the slightest organisation to the job. 

'I'll put these unopened boxes to one side, while you two put the clothes on the bed. Put the kitchen stuff in these empty boxes,' he told them.




Teacher Undressed Ch. 08



There was a large pile of clothes, obviously too much to go into the wardrobe. 

'Some will have to go to a charity shop,' he said.

'I don't know, I want them all,' Vicky complained.

'I'll decide then.'

William picked up a little skirt. 'Does this fit?' 

'No, but I can't throw that away. I could go on a diet,' she explained.

He threw it to May who dropped it into a box, ready for disposal. 

Seeing neither of them were too happy, he had to do something. 

'Get undressed, both of you, quickly,' he commanded. As they undressed he told them, 'If you don't do as your told, you'll be spanked, so be good girls. We need to get all this sorted out. Afterwards we can play,' he informed them.

They like the idea of being naked, hoping it would lead to what they really wanted to do. He playfully fondled them, and slapped their bottoms when they bent over. They were soon giggling, and laughing. It was a delightful happy sound, while they worked.

At last everything was either packed up to be given away, in the wardrobe and draws, or left in a box for later. The photos in frames could go in the lounge. The cooking utensils obviously belonged in the kitchen. 

'What's in here then?' he asked, knowing full well from earlier.

'Oh! No! Not in front of Miss Grant,' Vicky whispered.

'Look at this,' he said, waving a dildo around. 'What do you think of it, May?' he asked.

Vicky was embarrassed, and had to look away. May examined it with a lifted eyebrow, as though it was something unpleasant.

'I'd rather have you inside me, sir,' she said.

'Oh! So would I, sir,' she chimed in.

'Is this what you had to use before me?' he asked.

'Yes, sir,' she demurely replied. 

'Let's see how it works then. Come on, do as you're told. On the bed, with you, quickly,' he scolded her.

She looked so embarrassed, she just couldn't look at either of them. Knowing he would insist she demonstrate it, she decided to quickly get it over with. She put the bulbous end to her mouth, and wet it. With both of them intently watching, a devious smile lit her lips. She was being watched, while naked, playing with a dildo! The realisation triggered an exhibitionist streak, and she began to make it a show.

Vicky treated the dildo like William's penis, showing him, and Miss high and mighty, what she would do with it in her mouth. She almost swallowed it, but it was too fat. She rubbed it between her lips, teasing them, though they had already started to flower. She rubbed it over a small emerging clit. She pressed it there for a moment, remembering how William teased her nub with lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers. With a finger she found her hole opening up, almost enough. 

A little more pressure and she was ready. Just the head of the big dildo eased in. With both hands holding it steady, she began to slide it fully in. With just a fistful held back, she began a long slow drag back out. Sliding it up over her clit, teasing herself and them, she pushed it back in. This time not so slowly. She began a steady rhythm, forgetting about her audience.

The lumpy shape rubbed the walls of her vagina, making it sensitive, with a feeling of being expanded and stretched. The first time she used it, or rather after she came down from an orgasm, she wondered if she had been ruined inside. Her body was more resilient than that. The inner muscles could clamp tight upon anything, though preferably a real cock.

An orgasm started slowly. She thought it was still a little way off, when it suddenly floored her. She lifted her body with heels dug in, and head pushed back. Slowly her body relaxed, awash with the afterglow of a deep orgasm. Orgasms before had been minor, with just a touch of satisfaction. This time it deeply rocked her nervous system. 

She wondered if it was from having an audience to her carnal desires. It helped having the two of them sucking on her breasts. Her breasts felt so sensitive, yet still she wanted them roughly treated. William and May were roughly mauling them in a delightful way.

'Oh! Sir!' she yelped.

Little sparks of lightning sparkled in her brain. She lay still, feeling as though she were sinking into the bed. The two of them were cuddling her, as she recovered from the aftershocks. 

'Thank you, sir, for the wonderful orgasm,' she whispered. 

'It's May's turn now,' he ordered.

'Please, sir,' May said, sounding shocked. 

She hadn't said, no, feeling it so difficult to refuse him anything. Besides, after watching her colleague's climax, the idea of using the devil instrument seemed almost attractive.

'I'll do it for you,' he told her.

William spread her legs, and rubbed it over her sex. It wasn't responding, so he licked her denuded pussy. He sucked her lips, making exaggerated slurping noises. Noticing her lips part, he rubbed the wet silicone phallus between them. Fingers lightly danced over her thighs, and eventually she was ready. He eased the dildo into her, and slowly moved it in. Inch by inch her pussy swallowed it.

'Kiss and fondle her breasts, Vicky. Gently,' he advised. 

Vicky lightly sucked on a nipple while tenderly pressing the other breast. William concentrated between her legs, slowly moving the dildo in and out. 

May couldn't stand it any longer. 'Please, sir, do it faster, and harder,' she moaned.

He upped the pace a little, purposely keeping back from the rhythm she enjoyed. 

'Please, sir, fuck your dirty teacher harder!' she gasped.

Vicky stopped to look at her colleague, surprised at such an outburst from someone she thought of as a staid woman. May's legs were shaking, and she arched her back. Vicky smiled to herself on seeing how out of control the woman was, and went back to working on her breasts.

William worked in a steady fast paced rhythm, pushing hard into her. He knew what she liked and was giving it to her. She lasted a lot longer than Vicky had. She stiffened, holding her bottom off the bed, then collapsed. She was just a lump of flesh, completely exhausted. 

She wound her legs around the dildo, holding it in place. He tried to pull it free, and was surprised to hear a protest. She didn't want to feel empty. She needed to savour the feeling of being full of cock.

He pushed up the bed to kiss her face. She was sweaty, with eyes tightly closed. He kissed her eyelids, kissing his way around her face and neck, paying special attention to her sensitive ears. 

'Oh! Sir,' she repeated over and over, on exhausted breaths.

'Lay back and spread your legs,' he told Vicky.

She was only just over an orgasm, yet keen for the real thing. William pushed May's legs apart, pulled the silicon phallus from her, and thrust in. At first there was plenty of room, then she clamped inner muscles tight around his cock.

'Yes, do it, sir, fuck your slutty teacher,' she cravenly implored him.

'Wait your turn,' he told Vicky, who was impatiently pulling at him.

In a steady rhythm, less vigorous than usual, he heaved in and out of her. She lay there letting him fuck her hard. Unable to move, not wanting to, just enjoying the sensations streaming from her vagina throughout her body. The previous orgasm continued, picking up pace, and quickly built into a lengthy drawn out orgasm. 

She wailed a mournful song as though in pain. Her face was screwed up into a sex mask. 

'I'm there again! I've cum, oh, it's so good!' she moaned. 

He gently pulled from the tight grip of her vagina, and moved over to Vicky. She grabbed his hips and pushed up at him. There was no need for niceties. She was ready and he was hard as a rock. As she lifted her hips to meet him, he thrust in. He only just kept back from spurting into May, and was now trying to think of anything except where he was and what he was doing.

Vicky liked a long slow screw, though after the dildo, and watching her colleague cum, she was desperate. She set the pace which was fast and furious.

'Oh! Sir, cum in me! Fill your naughty teacher with your wonderful cum, sir,' she wailed.

William thrust in with strong leg muscles, heaving deeply into her. He pounded her pussy with sharp, deep strokes. It didn't take long. With one last push he buried his cock deep inside. He spurted strings of his sticky fluid into her. He didn't think of Vicky, his teacher, or anything else, just the need to spill his load. 

He rolled off her to land between them. May wrapped her arms around him, and when Vicky recovered, she too grabbed a hold. In a sweaty heap they tried to become one by pressing close. It felt as though they were sealed tight into one being.

William awoke from a brief nap, to find both his teachers stroking his body, and they weren't demure over playing with his cock. He lay quietly for a moment, feeling the delicious sensations of one playing with his balls, while the other stroked his penis. They were taking turns with it. May was more gentle, whereas Vicky was more grabby. 

He wasn't up to much, not after taking them both.

'Would you like me to suck you, sir,' Vicky asked. 

The matter of fact tone of voice, made it sound as if she were offering him coffee. She was better than May at giving head, but he would have to call it a night. It was better for them if he wasn't there in the morning. He stroked and kissed their bodies, while they did the same to him. 

'I must go,' he sighed.

'No! You don't have to go!' they both told him.

Vicky grabbed his hand and pushed it against her pussy. She rubbed up against him, trying to kiss his lips. May was surprised to see her flatmate disobeying him, but didn't want to miss out. She too tried to convince him to stay. She took hold of his cock, not wanting to let go.

'Come on you two, or I'll have to spank you. Let me go!' he demanded. 

'Not fair!' Vicky pouted. 

'We must do as we are told, Vicky,' May reinforced his order. 

'Kneel on the bed,' he told them.

They tumbled in haste, wondering if this was to be another sex session. Untangling themselves, they managed to kneel before him, waiting to see what devilish game he had for them. Anything would be submitted to, if it kept him with them. 

He stood before them, with his flaccid cock in their faces. 

May wouldn't have been willing to play such a dirty game before Vicky arrived. Having to compete for his penis, and with Vicky's permissiveness spurring her on, it seemed she would try anything. Anything Vicky would do, she had to do. 

Both teachers faces were inches away from his cock. A shudder slid down his back bone, as a moment of realisation washed over him. Two of his teachers were kneeling on a bed, naked, ready to suck on his cock! The audacity of this monstrous act nearly floored him. 

Taking a deep breath, he pointed his cock at Vicky, and said, 'Suck it.' 

Just to make sure May would obey him, he picked on Vicky first. She sucked him into her mouth as though it were a comforter, and began suckling it, as though receiving a feed. 

'May's turn,' he said.

He had to pull it away from Vicky. It emerged from her mouth with a rude sucking noise. May was more lady like, if that could be said under the circumstances. She rolled it around her mouth, and tongued it. The taste of their lovemaking had been removed by Vicky, so it wasn't such a distasteful task for her. Even so, it looked as though she wanted to spit it out.

'Come on, that's all. I've got to get dressed, and go,' he told them.

They climbed off the bed, and picked up his clothes. 

'Do you want a shower before you leave, sir' May asked. 

It was a more subtle way of keeping him there. Vicky was ready to snatch him, and wrestle him to the bed. 

'Be good girls and do as you are told,' he warned them.

In the kitchen, enjoying glasses of juice, William made them listen carefully. He instructed them on what they should remember, and what must be forgotten of the weekend.

He was unsure if the episode in the cabin should be left in or scrubbed out. He decided to leave it in. He added that Miss Grant would feel more at ease with lost moments and not try to make sense of them. She was also to be less uptight when alone with him. Nothing out of the ordinary, they were just good friends. She would of course be wary of anyone knowing they had been in bed, but between them it would just be a naughty secret.

He spent more time on Vicky, to make sure she behaved herself around him. It would be disastrous if she began flirting with him in school. Students would soon notice and start ruinous rumours. 

He gave them a kiss and a hug, and left.

'That was nice of William to help us, wasn't it, Miss Grant,' Miss Bourbon said.

'Yes. He is such a considerate young man. Don't forget we owe him a favour,' Miss Grant said. 

'I thought we paid him back, with Sunday lunch,' Miss Bourbon said.

'Well, don't forget what happened in the cabin. We need to make sure he keeps quiet about that. It would be terrible if it got out,' Miss Grant reminded her colleague. 

'Yes, of course. I'm sure he won't tell anyone. He's such a treasure. I think he will help us, whatever the problem, don't you?' she asked.

'Yes, you're right. But I think we should keep an eye on him. He's just a young irresponsible man after all,' Miss Grant said.

'You mean, invite him around again,' she considered.

'Yes. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt. We could give him something extra, err, some tutoring, or something. Perhaps we should find out what he likes doing,' Miss Grant thoughtfully spoke.

They shared a strange expression, as though they were straining to remember something. They relaxed, and shared cheeky smiles, and decided to have an early night. It had been an adventurous weekend. 

***

William was surprised his friends were less enthusiastic to hear what the teachers were up to this evening. Surely they weren't bored with having naked teachers wandering around the classroom.

'It went a bit too far on Friday,' Brian said. His usual to the point statement met with agreement from the others, except one.

'Speak for yourself,' Julian quipped.

'Does everyone sensible agree?' William asked.

They murmured agreement, and Julian relented to his peers. More probably he capitulated to a harsh look from Brian. 

'We'll take it easy this evening. We don't want them breaking away from the hypnotic influence. That would be a disaster,' William reminded them.

Even Julian nodded his head. Though he was thinking of what could be done with them once they were rested, and back where they belonged. He'd had a teacher moaning in pleasure from a finger fucking, and wanted it to go further. He wanted to do the same to Miss Bourbon, and more.

'So no touching this evening, alright!' William heavily said.

At first break William was shuffling books around in his locker, when a tap on the shoulder startled him. 

'Miss Grant has summoned you to her classroom,' he said, and walked off.

There hadn't been a chance to ask what it was about. Besides, Miss Grant was known for merely summoning a student without an explanation. He walked quickly to her classroom and knocked.

'William, thank you for coming, err, I mean being here,' she said, and stood from her desk.

'That's OK, Miss Grant, always pleased to help my favourite teacher,' he smiled.

She took a step closer, and he thought she was going to kiss him. 

'Nice to hear you say that, William. You seem very good at helping me, and I want to be your favourite, err, I mean, well,' she hesitantly said.

'How can I help you, Miss Grant,' he asked, breaking the awkward silence.

'I just wanted to see you. Err. I know you promised, and I do trust you to keep a promise. It's just that, what happened over the weekend, has to be between us. You know how important that is, sir. Didn't mean to question you, or anything, William,' she said, looking diffident and worried. 

'A promise is a promise, Miss Grant. Won't say a word to anyone, promise. I'm glad to help my favourite,' he smiled.

This time she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. 'I know. You're a lovely young man, and I'm fortunate to have you looking after me. Err, I mean, looking out for me, helping me,' she said, and blushed.

'How is Miss Bourbon settling in?' he asked.

'Fine,' she quietly said.

'Is there something wrong?' he queried.

'Not sure I should say anything, really. I guess as it's you, after, err, what happened. The principal asked me to have a word with Miss Bourbon, about her attire. It seems her skirt is too short for school. I don't know what to do. It seems to me he should have said something, instead of passing the buck,' she complained.

'I guess you could wait until your both at home, and advise her. Not much can be done about it now, while she's at school. Just tell her what the principal said,' he shrugged.

'Thank you, William. There's something about the way you say things, it seems so straightforward and reassuring. You have a commanding presence, William. Will you have time to come over this evening?' she asked.

'Sure. Anything I can help you with, I'll be pleased to do,' he said.

'Mmm, thank you, William,' she purred. 

Maybe he shouldn't have influenced her to be so relaxed and happy with him in school. It looked as though she was getting excited. Not so blatantly as Vicky, yet nevertheless it could be a problem.

She cleared her throat, and started again, 'Just some shelves, in Miss Bourbons bedroom. Perhaps you would like to help me in my room too?' she suggested.

She looked away in embarrassment from what she was thinking, rather than what was said. 

'I'd better go, I've got a class,' he lied.

'Thank you, William. I look forward to this evening. Don't forget your tools, we'll need them. In Miss Bourbon's bedroom and my bedroom,' she said. 

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. A look of bemusement and embarrassment flushed her face. She put a hand up to her mouth which was hanging open in surprise at what she'd done. 

He was tempted to kiss her back. It looked as though she were ready to melt into his arms, like an old fashioned movie. He gave her a reassuring smile, as though not noticing her unusual behaviour. 

Almost racing through the school he soon got to Miss Bourbons class. It was lucky she had a free period, which he only remembered because he did too.

'Hi, Miss Bourbon,' William said.

Seeing her stand up from her desk, he realised what the principal meant. Outside of school it wouldn't have been out of the ordinary, but here, it was just a little too short. It wasn't flared or too tight, yet not strictly within the dress code for teachers. A bad example to students, as the principal would say.

'Always glad to see you, William. What can I do for you?' she smiled. 

'You know I'm here to help you, Miss Bourbon,' he said, using the familiar phrase.

'Of course, William. I won't forget you warmed me up in bed. I mean, I could have caught pneumonia, or hypothermia, or something,' she said, looking worried from the memory.

'Yes, well, it's something else. I heard the principal mention the length of your skirt. I thought I'd better warn you,' he said.

'Yes, it's a bit short. I didn't realise until getting here this morning. I haven't had time to sort everything out yet. What would he say if he found out I wasn't wearing p, I mean, err, well,' she stammered to a halt.

'You're not wearing panties!' William groaned.

'William! You shouldn't say that to a teacher. Oh! When we were in my bedroom on Saturday. You're right. It's a naughty habit. Terrible of me, but, well, what should I do, sir, I mean, William,' she gushed, looking and sounding upset. 

'Haven't you got any with you?' he asked, sounding more harsh than he should have done.

'No. I'm so naughty, what must you think of me. You mustn't tell anyone, please. You're the only one who knows. It's a bit of a problem I've had for awhile. You've helped me in other ways, perhaps this too?' she said, and gave him a guilty look.




Teacher Undressed Ch. 08



'You really must wear panties, Miss Bourbon, especially to school,' William firmly said. 

She had revealed she'd not worn panties for a time in college. She must have started leaving them off again since the hypnosis. Her moral decency had certainly taken a tumble with him in May's apartment. It was his fault, and he would have to do something about it.

'Sorry, William. You must think I'm a terrible person. I've been doing it for so long, I hardly notice. It's only when I have to, that I wear any. I'll try and remember to put some on. Just don't tell anyone, promise?' his teacher asked.

Miss Bourbon looked like a little girl who'd been naughty. She was his teacher discussing her panties, or rather a lack of them, which was more than naughty. It was thrilling being heavy with a teacher, and for her to be asking for such a promise. 

'You should find some kind of incentive, to make you put them on in the morning. I'll keep your secret, but you must promise me to wear them in future,' he admonished her. 

'I'll try, sir, err, William,' she hesitantly spoke.

'How do I know you'll take this as a warning, and will start wearing them,' he said.

'I guess you could check, when I arrive at school each morning,' she shyly offered.

He was startled at such an audacious idea, and was momentarily bereft of words. She said it as a joke, though there was a devilish look in her eye. 

'How would I do that?' he lamely asked.

'After being naked in bed with you, I've nothing to hide. I could lift my skirt to show you, or you could discreetly put your hand up the skirt to check. It would be very embarrassing, enough to give me an incentive to remember,' she coyly said. 

'I guess that would work,' he softly spoke.

What on earth was she thinking? Teacher or not, a woman wouldn't let an eighteen year old, or anyone else, check if they were wearing panties. What was he going to do, feel her crotch every morning? If she forgot to wear them, he would have a handful of his teacher's pussy! It wouldn't be any better to have her stand before him, with dress around her waist, showing off her sex. 

'You'll have to think of something else,' he mumbled.

'Of course, sorry. I don't know what came over me, William. Maybe you should have spanked me for being a naughty girl, on Saturday,' she giggled. 

'You'd better go home and change. Please put some panties on. If someone caught you, it would spoil everything,' he said, then realised what it meant.

'I mean, your job,' he quickly recovered.

'As usual you're helping me do the right, thing, sir, err, William,' she said.

She took a step toward him, and kissed him on the lips.

'Don't be cross, William. After being over your knee in my bedroom, and naked in bed with you, what does a little kiss matter,' she shyly spoke. 

***

It wasn't until he sat in the afterhours class waiting for the teachers, that he remembered something. Miss Bourbon had worn panties every time she stripped off for them. Though maybe, it was because he ordered them both to wear sexy underwear that she had worn them. No, it must be his fault she had reverted to forgetting them.

As usual they walked in, looking perfectly normal, ready to teach a class. They stood apart, either side of the teachers desk, in front of an expectant class.

The guys paid attention to the session briefing, which Miss Grant was famous for. It was a good strategy for concentrating the class on the subject in hand, as afterwards the students could work independently. Any questions asked would be dealt with personally. In this class, personal attention meant something very different.

Miss Grant nodded to her protégé, and they turned around to unbutton their dresses. He was relieved to see Miss Bourbon had changed from the short skirt. It would have been disappointing for the guys in her afternoon classes, as the rumour must have circulated about the attractive teacher in a short skirt.

His friends left off pretending to study when the teachers turned around. They opened the unbuttoned dresses to dramatically reveal what was underneath. As ordered, they had changed in the staff restroom before arriving, into something inappropriate for teaching adolescent males.

A gasp of approval littered the room, with applause for the scintillating show very nearly breaking out. As drummed into the guys, they kept quiet, unless the sound of jaws dropping could be counted. The teachers weren't naked, or as undressed as they had been previously, yet the sight was stirring. Certainly Brian found it stirring his cock into action.

They wore identical outfits. A red corset pinched the waist, which they must have helped each other tighten for such a devastating effect. Miss bourbon's breasts were pushed up into a deep cleavage. Miss Grant's larger breasts were balanced on the lip of the stiff corset, only just covering her nipples, looking as though they might explode at any moment. Each of the guys hoped the precariously balanced breasts might burst out into their face. 

Even with that prospect they still didn't put a hand up for attention. They were too busy examining the sight of their teachers, looking like sexy burlesque stars. The shiny black high heels, made their legs look longer and slimmer. As did the sheer black stockings. Red suspenders were pulled tight from the corset, gripping the stocking tops, pressing into their soft white thighs.

Julian sung under his breath, 'The magic of your thighs,' though no one heard. 

The two teachers had been ordered to ignore any untoward comments, their lascivious staring, and indecent touches. Even though William didn't want them touched, it was inevitable, so it was imperative they didn't escape the hypnosis in a state of shock. If it looked as though they would awake, he could summon the other hypnotic state, as May and Vicky. The guys would then realise he had gone much further with them than he pretended. He wanted to avoid that at all costs.

He hadn't seen them in this outfit, and found it very provocative. All that could be seen of the silk panties was a little red triangle, just about covering their sex. He remembered too that on Friday he had shaved them clean. They were keeping their crotch so closely shaved, it looked polished. 

The guys gazed at their teachers with fascination lighting their faces. Heads turned from one to the other of them, like an uncoordinated tennis match. A glance left to examine Miss Grant, then right to ogle Miss Bourbon, and back again to compare their breasts, legs, and delicious pussies.

Miss Grant nodded to Miss Bourbon for them to spin on the heels, and drop the dresses, which pooled around their feet. They showed off their rear with a theatrical wiggle. There was hardly anything to see of the panties. A ribbon of silk wrapping the waist was hidden under the corset. Just a thin short ribbon was seen disappearing between the cheeks. Miss Bourbon had a beautiful heart shaped ass. Miss Grant had a full rounded bottom, looking as though it needed fondling.

As one they bent over to pick up their dresses. The straight leg bend dragged with it a collective sigh of breath from each of the guys. It was as if their asses had pulled the air from the six guys, like a fart in reverse. 

Their eyes were fixated on the teachers straightening the stockings. It wasn't the legs they avidly stared at, it was the wiggle of their bums. The red bulge of their silk clad pussies, pushed between their thighs, as though vying for attention. Their silken lips bulged, squirmed, and wriggled, as they twisted their hips, stroking the stocking seams straight. 

A guttural moan announced at least one of the guys had cum in his pants. The teachers were ordered not to notice unusual behaviour in that class, but it didn't mean they weren't inspired by it. The two teachers were becoming stoked up. A damp patch showed in their panties, and their breasts heaved from panted breaths. 

Miss Bourbon enjoyed flaunting her body and it showed. Her movements were more flamboyant and flirty. She gave the guys a look that meant more was on offer than William liked. Miss Grant often looked across at William for encouragement, letting him know she was doing it for him.

'Miss Grant, could you help me with this,' William said. 

It broke the spell of silence, and the others eagerly lifted their hands for personal assistance. All wanted a close up view of a luscious body. William whispered encouragement to his teacher, who seemed relaxed despite being half naked in class. It wasn't the amount of flesh that was exposed, it was the provocative attire that hooked the guys.

He needed to have a word with Vicky later, as she was out of control in school. The weight of social pressure had been lifted from her shoulders, allowing her to act out a desire to flaunt her body. Being a tease in school wasn't safe, if she wanted to keep her job.

Miss Grant moved on allowing William to look back at Julian, making sure he behaved himself. Miss Grant bent over his shoulder oblivious of a breast pressing Julian's cheek. William saw an arm snake down Julian's side, obviously on its way to her leg. Brian caught William's eye and nodded. A heavy hand gripped Julian's shoulder, and squeezed with a footballers hard grip. 

Julian winced. He lifted a heavy arm, almost numb, back onto his desk. With his hand in front of him, Brian couldn't see what he was doing, so he took a chance. Just a few inches movement and his hand was cupping the teachers breast. At least what was flowing over the corset. He squeezed the corset cupping a breast.

'The subject in this sentence isn't clear. You need to clarify it, err, oh!' Miss Grant hesitated for a moment, feeling something was wrong. 

Julian watched her nipple appear and squeezed some more. The whole breast sat on top of the corset, balanced like a jelly on a plate, quivering delightfully.

'Breast, err, best thing to do would be to move this to the beginning of the sentence,' she said, in a wavering voice. 

Julian moved his hand to the other breast and gripped it. Miss Grant meant to rise away from him to see to someone else. She was bent over his desk, held down by one of her breasts. The wheels of her mind were turning over, trying to fathom a solution, without breaking the rules imposed by William. She couldn't let what was happening into her conscious mind. The audacious act had to be ignored.

'Maybe there is another solution,' she said.

Julian Squeezed her breast. Like toothpaste it squeezed out of the corset. The nipple peered over the top then popped out. The rest of her breast followed, to sit on top of the corset. He cupped the breast, with a nipple caught between his fingers. He tightened his grip not letting her up.

'Could you let go of my breast please, Julian,' Miss Grant whispered.

Brian was distracted by the close up of Miss Grant's bare ass. In the high heels she had to bend right over, ass up, in a gloriously tempting pose. As she instructed Julian, her hips wiggled from side to side, swaying her bottom, distorting the lips peeking between her thighs. The lips were bulging out, cleanly shaven, slipping from around the tiny piece of material holding them. It looked as though they were trying to escape the tight confines of the red silk purse.

Julian hoped Brian hadn't heard his teacher's plaintive whisper. He'd been warned about going too far, yet couldn't help himself. If she became aware of what he was doing to her, he wouldn't be just in trouble with a teacher. The whole class would drop on him from a great height, and Brian was a heavy weight. He let go and she stood up, took a deep breath, and tottered over to William. Julian sighed with relief.

William was watching Miss Bourbon flirting with Billy. At the same time she was wiggling her ass at Tom, sitting behind her. 

She looked around at Tom and said, 'You can have me in a moment, Tommy,' she winked. 

William was poised to interrupt her teasing before it got out of hand. The silly grins they gave her revealed something. He realised there was a touch of resignation upon them, with embarrassment mixed in. They had cum in their pants. She would be safe with them, and probably knew it. Maybe that was why she was being so outrageous with them.

He looked up at May and choked. Her breasts were out, and it was no accident. He could almost feel Julian shrinking in his chair, watching him for a bad reaction. 

'Please, sir. I think something's wrong. Is my dress alright? Can you help me, please, sir,' she plaintively spoke.

'It's alright Miss Grant. I'll help you, you know that. Remain calm and I'll make sure everything is alright,' he reassured her.

She leaned heavily on his desk with both hands gripping the edge. She was sweating and trembling. He considered calling her May, for it was painful seeing her so worked up. Instead, he cupped her cheek and smiled at her. 

'You're my favourite Miss Grant, and I won't let anything hurt you. I'll look after you and protect you,' he sincerely said. 

She gave him a weary smile, and calmed down.

'Thank you, William. You're so kind and thoughtful. I know you'll look after me. I don't know what came over me,' she said. 

She stood up and ran fingers through her hair. She pushed her chest out at him, and smiled. She whispered to him, 'You promise to visit me tonight. I must repay the favour I owe you, William.'

'The shelves. I hadn't forgotten,' he said.

'Yes, in need you in my bedroom, William,' she seductively breathed the words over him.

She walked over to another of the students patiently waiting for her attention. She was seductively wiggling her as she walked. He let out a heavy sigh. They took a lot of looking after and he wondered if he could cope. He glanced at Miss Bourbon and was relieved to see she was moving around in some semblance of order.

He looked back at Julian, glaring at him. At least he had the sense to look sorry, though, it was probably for himself and not their teacher.

Brian couldn't help noticing Miss Grant's bare tits, shelved in the corset. Over the pinched waist they looked huge, as though she might topple over on the high heels. He guessed Julian had something to do with it, from the way William was mouthing obscenities at him. He could deal with that later. He sat back to enjoy the sight of Miss Grant's tits wobbling as she walked from desk to desk. When she leaned forward it looked incredible that she didn't fall forward, and could stand again.

He put his hand up and attracted her attention. Miss Bourbon was younger and a real beauty, but it was Miss Grant he had a massive erection for. He loved her breasts so much. He wanted to slavishly cover them in kisses and suck her nipples until they were as hard as he was.

Miss Grant walked to the front of the class, looking relieved. Miss Bourbon joined her, looking reluctant to stop her teasing of the guys.

'Thank you for being so attentive, and enthusiastic this evening boys. As usual you have all shown great progress. The classes are very nearly at an end, so lots of revision at home, for the exams,' she announced.

The guys murmured their thanks, for her time and effort. They didn't ignore Miss Bourbon, and gave her an appreciative vote of thanks. The two teachers stood bathed in a warm glow, which was just as well, as the heating was turned off at the end of normal school hours. Even so their nipples were standing out proud, even Miss Bourbons as she had contrived for them to make an appearance. As the guys filed out, personally thanking them, the scantily clad teachers got dressed.

William had a word with Brian, who wasn't so angry at Julian as expected. Then he remembered he was a tit man. Seeing Miss Grant's impressive rack, as he called it, had been the highlight of his day. They had seen them before, but not so impressively presented.

'Don't worry, Will, I'll see to it he doesn't try anything again. Leave it to me. For such a brilliant show this evening, I owe you,' he smiled, and punched him on the arm.

William smiled back, with a touch of a grimace from pain. The big guy didn't know his own strength. 'Don't hurt him too much,' William warned, as an afterthought.

'Just leave it to me,' he benignly smiled, and walked off.

William sat in his car for a moment or two. He shouldn't have been hesitant over visiting his two sexy teachers. The trouble was, keeping them out of trouble. Him too, of course. None of this was supposed to have happened. It had started as a bit of fun with a strict teacher, trying to get her to loosen up a bit. OK, more than that. They wanted her to wear sexy clothes in class. At what point did it all go too far?

He was way over his head, with two teachers behaving badly. Was he taking advantage of them, or were they taking advantage of him? He started the car up and smiled at the idea of being worn out by two very sexy, experienced women. Of course he was doing his utmost to keep them happy. He had come to realise that looking after them was important too. 

'So this is what responsibility feels like. It's heavy,' he quietly said to himself.



Teacher Undressed Ch. 09



A steamy kiss from his teacher

'Hi Miss, Grant,' William said.

'William, come in. I'm glad to see you,' she said. 

His teacher moved close to kiss him, then at the last moment changed her mind, and just squeezed his shoulders. She looked flustered from nearly making a fool of herself with a student. She understood why she almost kissed him. After being in bed together, and sharing personal time, they had become close. Too close for comfort. 

It was unwise letting a student into her home. How it began she couldn't remember, but she should put a halt to his visits. She smiled back at him, and a feeling of pleasant acceptance warmed her. There was no harm done, and besides, he was a nice young man trying to be helpful.

Vicky came in and gave him a big smile. 'Hi, William, how are you doing?' 

'OK, thank you, Miss Bourbon. Where do you want these shelves?' he asked.

She linked her arm in his, and giggled, 'I want you in the bedroom, to put it up me, I mean, for me,' she whispered, out of hearing of Miss Grant. 'To put up some shelves,' she quickly added, for Miss Grant to hear.

'You can carry on with dinner, while William does it for me,' Miss Grant said.

It sounded enough like a command that Vicky went to the kitchen, after winking at William.

'I'll have you in the bedroom first, William. I mean, you can put it up, err, the shelving unit,' she said. Her mouth dried up, halting a confused request, with a blush highlighting her cheeks.

As he led the way into her bedroom, he realised the familiarity could have been questioned. Of course he knew where her bedroom was, as he'd shared her bed often enough while she was hypnotised. This was the first time in her bedroom while she was his teacher. Then he remembered she woke up one morning, not hypnotised, and was shocked to find him in her bed. 

Following him in, she didn't say anything. She looked pre-occupied with her own thoughts.

'Where do you want the shelves?' he asked. 

He put down a tool bag, and looked over the packaging. The instructions were simple enough. The wall was light, but strong enough to secure the free standing shelves, so they wouldn't tip forward.

'It didn't take long, William,' she said.

'I didn't know you were still here,' he said.

'It was nice watching you absorbed in your work,' she said.

She patted the bed beside her, indicating he should sit.

'I wanted to thank you for not spilling the beans, about the weekend,' she quietly said.

'That's OK, Miss Grant,' he shrugged.

'It would be very awkward explaining to the principal and school board, why Miss Bourbon and I were in bed with a student,' she blushed.

'Naked,' he reminded her.

'Well, yes, that would be a difficult one. I'm not sure I can explain it to myself,' she dully spoke.

'It's alright, just forget about it,' he reassured her. 

His arm wound around her shoulders, though she was too preoccupied to notice.

'I'll not forget you saving us, and the calm way you behaved. You were such a responsible young man. When we were in that awkward position, well, I don't think many men would have held back. Not when we were so close to, you know,' she told him.

'You mean when we nearly. . . Well, you said not to,' he lamely said.

'I have to admit, there was a moment, when, well, I did want you. There, I've admitted it,' she crossly spoke. 'I'm sure you didn't want to hear that from an old school teacher,' she added.

'You're a young attractive woman, and I wanted you so badly I ached. You know that. You said, no, and I respected your decision. Don't know how, but I did,' he smiled, trying to lighten her mood.

'All I know is, your my student, and it is wrong to get involved. I have to show responsibility, William,' she said.

Their heads were almost touching. Partly from talking so quietly, and from the intimacy of the subject. When she turned to face him, her eyes widened, and her nostrils flared. She became aware of his arm around her. From being remote, thinking of that weekend, her perspective suddenly changed to become aware of him. She became aware of how close he was, and they were on her bed, in her bedroom. Her whole body became sensitive and alert.

He moved forward slightly for their lips to meet. Just a gentle comforting peck on the lips was meant. In a split second a moment of chaste intentions, changed to a full on consumption of each other's mouths. Their arms wrapped around each other, tightening, gripping hard, manoeuvring around their bodies. They were entranced in the small world of their entwined bodies. All they were aware of was his bear hug, and her frantic grip.

A knock on the door startled them. 'Dinner is ready,' Vicky announced.

They furtively patted their clothes into place, not looking at each other. William nearly laughed. Kissing his teacher had almost been as exciting as bedding her, when she was hypnotised. Kissing her just now was as exhilarating as being naked in bed with her.

He reached for her, but she shook her head.

'We can't, William,' is all she said.

He wrapped his arms around her, forcing her to be close. It didn't take much effort.

'That was nice. Comforting. No need to worry about it,' he said.

'Easy for you to say. It was nice, but I'm a woman, not a girl. I need more, yet I have to be responsible for both of us. What if you hadn't stopped last weekend. With or without my permission, you could have taken me. You weren't wearing protection, and I could be pregnant. That would change everything. Both our lives would be so different. Being an adult conceals a lot of responsibility, William,' she lectured.

William couldn't bring himself to say a word. He followed her out to the kitchen where they sat to eat. Pregnant? She could have become pregnant because he wasn't wearing protection. OH! FUCK! He hadn't thought of that. He looked at both of them, remembering the times he'd cum inside them, while they were hypnotised not to remember it. 

It dawned on him that he'd seen May taking a pill in the bathroom. He intently looked at Vicky wondering if she was on the pill. She didn't have a boyfriend, so maybe she wasn't bothering with the damn things.

'You OK? Vicky asked.

May assumed he was recovering from having kissed his teacher.

'I just need to go to the bathroom,' he said.

May looked closely at his crotch, assuming he had to deal with an erection. Not seeing a lump in his trousers, she wondered what was wrong. She would have to apologise and set things right with him. It was a terrible mistake, leading him on like that. She sat quietly eating, glowing warmly. Wrong it might have been, but she felt wonderful, enlivened. 

It felt natural, even familiar, as though they had kissed and cuddled before. Of course, they had been naked in bed, and had shared their body heat. She wriggled in the seat, feeling a wet spot down there, with a spreading heat tingling her entire body.

William came back looking relieved. A box of pills were being used, on Vicky's shelf, and May's, in the medicine cabinet. Dinner went quickly with little said. Even Vicky was unusually quiet.

'At last I have you in my bedroom, William,' Vicky giggled.

'You're a naughty tease,' he scolded her, and laughed.

'So what happened?' she asked.

'When?' he suspiciously asked.

'How many times have I been in bed with you?' she asked.

'What!' he said, sounding startled. Had she found out he'd been screwing her while hypnotised?

'At the weekend, silly. What happened. I was asleep, and missed out on the fun,' she complained.

'Nothing happened, honest. I didn't take advantage,' he said with relief, while unwrapping the shelving unit.

'I know WE didn't. I would have known in the morning. Besides, you're a decent young man. What about, her? Did you do anything?' she teased.

'No,' he replied.

'You sound disappointed, William,' she giggled.

'Whatever, nothing happened. We should forget about it, and move on,' he firmly told her.

After getting nowhere with the cabin episode, she changed tack. 'I've been wearing panties, look,' she said.

She was standing close behind him, while he was on his knees. When he turned his head to look at her, she held up the skirt. 

'No you're not,' he sighed.

'Oh! I put them on at lunch time. You sent me home to change, remember?' she said, looking unsettled.

Why she was worried over missing panties, yet held her skirt up to show him, seemed strange. What twisted logic was going through her mind. She changed out of the corset once home from school, to put on a skirt and top. William discovered she didn't wear panties, because of a problem she had. Though, showing him her state of undress was probably down to the hypnosis, and that made it his fault. 

There was something weird going on inside that mixed up head of hers. The arrangement with his teachers had become so complicated, he was no longer in control. It was a matter of reacting to each crisis at it happened, and that couldn't go on. Even Miss Grant was behaving badly when not hypnotised. 

'You shouldn't be showing me your naughty bits, Miss Bourbon,' he stated.

He should put her under and try to straighten her out. He would leave it to later, as it was interesting to see how far Miss Grant would go while not hypnotised. 

'After being naked in bed together? There's no need to be shy. I have a problem with forgetting to put on panties, and need your help, William. I'm sure you can help me. Maybe you should put me over your knee and spank me, for being a naughty girl,' she suggested. 

'Let me finish this and I'll consider it,' he sighed.

She sat on the end of her bed, quiet at last. Her face was screwed up in concentration, wondering what had got into her. Why was she being so lewd with this boy? He was her student, and even with a long term boyfriend, she wouldn't behave so badly. It was both worrying and exciting. 

She was vibrating with sexual tension, anticipating him spanking her. Damn! Something had happened to release her inhibitions, otherwise she wouldn't be behaving this way with anyone. She hadn't had a relationship for ages, though she had tried. She just couldn't face being intimate with a man. That experience in a store, with a security guard, had put her off. Still not understanding why, she nevertheless kept to herself, avoiding a deep relationship. Could it have been that episode in the cabin that released suppressed feelings? 

'You alright?' William asked.

When she didn't respond, he sat next to her and put an arm around her.

'Hey, it's all right, don't worry. I'll help you, you know that,' he soothingly spoke.

'I'm sorry, William. I'm supposed to be a responsible teacher, yet I'm being so awful. I don't know what came over me,' she said.

She looked distraught.

'Maybe I should put you over my knee and spank you,' he quipped.

'Maybe. I need something to calm me down. I'm on edge all the time. For the last couple of weeks I've been so worked up, it's difficult to think straight,' she lamented.

'Tell me about it. That will help you get it straight,' he suggested.

'I, I think I've kept everything in, suppressed my desires for so long,' she started to say, and clammed up.

'Go on, you can say anything, I won't repeat it to anyone. I'm here to help you,' he said.

He only just refrained from calling her Vicky. A new trigger word was needed. She had told him to call her by her first name, and of course he couldn't. He explained he didn't want to get in the habit of calling her Vicky, in case he made the mistake in school.

'A guy dumped me in high school at a vulnerable time in my life. I became a terrible tease, and got a bad reputation. I didn't deserve it, except as a punishment for teasing the guys. I had a bad experience with a security guard in a store,' she sniffed, almost crying.

'Since then I've avoided relationships, or at least letting them go very far,' she said.

'You haven't had much experience then. You've suppressed you're feelings, and desire. Now it's all sort of coming out, released, and you can't hold back. You're out of control,' he said.

'Something like that, yes, I guess that must be it,' she agreed.

He figured the trigger for the misbehaviour was the hypnosis, and their sex sessions in bed.

'Would it help if I got you to relax, and guided you,' he said.

'Anything, William. I'll try anything,' she said, sounding desperate.

While they had been talking she desperately clung to him. He tightened his grip and kissed her forehead. She forlornly looked up at him, then kissed his lips. 

'Maybe that's being naughty,' he said.

'I don't care, William. I need a nice understanding man. Someone who can take care of me, and you are the only one I know. You're over eighteen. If you want me, I'm yours,' she said. 

Her eyes looked searchingly into his, needing to see a sign of acceptance.

'You are beautiful, sexy, and so very desirable. Of course I want you,' he said, and kissed her.

Not a quick peck this time, rather, it turned into a long snog. They devoured each other's faces, not just their lips. He was kissing, sucking, and biting her neck, while her head was thrown back, moaning in pleasure.

He pulled away, entangling from her desperate grip. 

'I'll go and see Miss Grant,' he said.

'You can't tell her, please,' she whined.

'I promised you I'd help you, and won't tell anyone. I'll be back in a moment,' he firmly said.

She sat there wringing her hands, wondering what she was doing, and if it was the right thing. She was being a fool, yet there was something reassuring about the way he said he would help her. The familiar comforting words helped dampen the anxiety.

'What have you two been up to?' Miss Grant demanded.

'Nothing, just talking. She's worried about something. I'm helping her relax, and to talk it through,' he told her.

'Well, I guess that's alright then. You do have a way of calming a person,' she said, sounding a little less angry.

He put his hands on her shoulders.

'You'll always be my favourite, you know that, don't you,' he said.

'Yes, I guess so. William, I feel a fool. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, and we really shouldn't have kissed. Is she soft on you too? After what happened and the way you help us, I guess it's only to be expected. Damn! We're behaving like silly schoolgirls around you,' she said, sadly shaking her head.

'William, you're not taking advantage of Miss Bourbon are you? Promise me you won't do anything to her,' she demanded.

'What do you mean? Of course I won't,' William said, sounding indignant.

'Sorry, William. It's just that she has less resistance than I do. You have a certain charm, an inner strength. There's something about you. A self-confidence without being arrogant. I don't know, but it's dangerous, and she's got a problem. Be kind to her, William,' Miss Grant lectured.

'You sure you're not jealous?' he teased.

'That's no way to talk to your teacher, William,' she smirked. 'You're probably right. Silly really. . . No wonder your confident, having two teachers worrying over you,' she said, frowning and looking baffled.

'Well, I'll be leaving school soon. You'll still be my favourite, and you won't be my teacher then. No responsibility to hold you back,' he smiled.

'Oh! Hell! Don't say that. I'm confused as it is. Torn between what should be, and what I want. How did you get me into this state? You've got two teachers wanting you. How do you cope with that? It's driving me crazy,' she plaintively whined.

'May,' he said, and pulled her into his arms.

'Oh! Sir! I feel so confused and hurt. Please help me!' she implored.

'Calm down my wonderful, beautiful, woman. I'm here to look after you. Don't fret, just relax,' he said. 

He spent a while reassuring her. At last she was smiling and laughing from the attention. He promised to spend time with her, and just her. She reluctantly went to her room, as though she were being grounded for being naughty.

'Don't be like that. Go and prepare yourself for me. I'll be with you soon, and will make it up to you, I promise. At the weekend I'll take you out, and we can spend time together,' he promised.

With a light heart, and on winged feet, she flew to her room.

Returning to Miss Bourbon's room, he found her sitting nervously on the end of the bed. She looked distressed, and in need of relief to her troubles. 

'It will be alright now. We can spend some time together. Lay back on the bed,' he told her.

'What are you going to do?' she said, looking anxious. 'We can't do anything,' she protested. Nevertheless she moved up the bed, and lay there, staring at him.

'I'm going to cuddle you,' he flatly stated.

A look of disappointment shadowed a look of relief. Her body was still held tense, almost rigid.

He took his shoes off and got onto the bed. He took a hand in both of his. 

'You are a wonderful person. You deserve to be treated with respect and loving care,' he said.

She looked uncomprehending, as though he were talking in tongues. 

'Tell me,' he said.

'How can you be so confident and strong?' she asked.

He could have told her it was because he'd controlled her, and did almost anything he wanted with her of the last couple of weeks. He'd had her in the lounge, the bathroom, and May's bed, so it was easy to be commanding with her.

'I feel responsible for you. I want to help you overcome your fear of relationships. I'll help you overcome the fear of letting go, and letting someone else lead you. You won't go too far at inappropriate times,' he soothingly stated.

'I really hope so. I'm willing to try, William,' she said.

'Come into my arms,' he suggested.

She reluctantly drew close, took a deep breath, and snuggled up to him.

In an ear he firmly stated, 'You are wonderful person, deserving of respect.'

'I'm a wonderful person, deserving of respect,' she repeated back to him. The words sounded hollow.

He continued with the theme, repeating it with different phrases, much like a hypnosis session. Just as he had observed, and been taught by his uncle, only she wasn't hypnotised. Her breathing calmed and she relaxed.

'That security guard took advantage of you. There's no need to feel guilty. You were excited by it, but that didn't mean you wanted it, or want to be forced ever again,' he said.

'How did you know about that?' she marvelled.

Realising the mistake, as this was learnt from when she was hypnotised, brought him to a halt. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed. There was no need to say anything, he just held her tight.

They talked over her fears, bringing them out into the open, and laying them to rest. 

Eventually she stopped crying, and sniffed, 'William.'

'I'm here for you,' he gently said.

'I know. I want you,' she softly spoke.

'I'm your student, and we shouldn't,' he explained.

He knew what Miss Grant meant. It was closing in on him, that he was taking advantage of a mixed up woman, and he felt bad.

'I don't care, I want you. I want you to make love to me, to wipe away the mess I'm in,' she whispered.

She took a hold if his head and forcibly kissed him. She invaded his mouth, exploring it, taking it. Not gently this time, but with pent up passion. Still kissing him, she unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. She pushed him back on the bed, flat on his back. With knees and hands pinning him down, she manoeuvred on top of him.

Shoving down hard onto his cock, feeling it penetrate, she used her full weight to impale herself. A groan of satisfaction rumbled from her throat. After such a long abstinence, the feeling of being filled was overwhelming. For a moment she remembered William making love to her while hypnotised, and the feeling of satisfaction that brought, then it was gone. 




Teacher Undressed Ch. 09



Her body took over, with instinct driving her up and down his hardness. Her vagina was sensitive to every movement. This was no lovemaking, it was animal rutting, for her at least.

William felt voyeuristic, as though he were watching someone else having sex. His teacher, not Vicky, was pounding up and down the length of his cock. She was fucking herself, without his help. He wasn't needed. He lay there watching her tits bounce around, and his cock being absorbed over and over again. He hoped he could keep an erection long enough to satisfy her. The way she was gripping it so tight, and thrusting hard, she might wear it down to nothing.

'Yes!' she hissed.

He felt her come to a halt, and slowly descend his cock, until their hips met once more. Her vagina was clasping and releasing his cock, with continuous spasms. Her head drooped forward, and then her body slowly deflated upon his chest, dragging her pussy from his cock. The head bounced free to stand proud.

'Did you enjoy that?' he asked.

'Mmm. Thank you William. I needed that,' she murmured.

'You didn't give me much choice,' he playfully said.

'Sorry, William. Something overcame me, I just had to have it. It must have been awful for you,' she said. The twinkle in her eyes betrayed the word sorry.

'I've never been raped by a sexy woman before,' he taunted her.

'So you've been raped by a non-sexy woman then?' she shot back at him.

All he could do was chuckle, and hold her tighter. 

'Oh! You didn't enjoy it after all,' she considered, on feeling his hardness against her thigh.

'It was great watching you enjoy yourself,' he grinned.

'Is it my turn to lay back and watch you enjoying yourself?' she kidded him. 

He was about to tell her he had better see to May. Just in time he remembered she was his teacher, not Vicky his plaything. He mustn't let on that he was screwing them both while they were hypnotised.

'Did I make a noise? Miss Grant would have heard!' she yelped.

'Don't worry, I've sorted that,' he reassured her.

What would he say if she asked him how? How could he tell his teacher her senior colleague was in her room, waiting for him to fuck her.

'The consequences are sinking in. We shouldn't have done that. You know of course,' she sighed.

'No one will know. I promise,' he said.

'No bragging to your friends? You fucked the teacher, no. You worked her up so much, she fucked herself on your cock,' she declared, with a mischievous look in her eyes.

'If I do, they'll know how naughty you are, and they'll all want you,' he said, trying to sound serious.

'Oh dear. I'll have to keep them all quiet, or lose my job. Will I have to give them what they want? All those rampant guys, with all that youthful energy, wanting me,' she purred.

'You're so sexy they'll all want you. There's so many of them, you'll have to take three at a time to get through them all,' he said.

'Three? How could I do that? Oh! Stop it, you're going too far,' she complained.

'You started it. You're a naughty teacher, and you need spanking!' he said, and slapped her bottom.

She tried to wriggle from on top of him, but he held her tight, to slap her ass again. The wiggling of her hips changed direction, and he realised what she was up to.

'Stop it naughty girl, you can't have it, AGAIN!' he told her off, and slapped her ass.

'You'd better spank me, because I'm going to be very naughty,' she grinned.

She didn't expect him to actually do it.

'Oww! Stop it right now!'

'Oww! I'm your teacher!' 

'Oww! You can't!' 

'Oww! Please, William.'

'Oww! Please don't!'

'Oww! William, I promise to be a good girl.'

'Oww! Please, I'll be a good little girl, honest,' she whimpered, using a put on little voice.

'Do you really promise to wear panties, and to be a good girl,' he admonished her.

'Yes, William. Honest, I'll be a good girl, and wear my panties,' she said, then broke into giggles.

They both laughed delightfully together.

'I told you it would be funny, spanking your teacher. My bottom stings,' she pouted.

'Do you want me to kiss it better?' he teased.

'Yes. Will you be checking I'm wearing panties?' she said, still using the girly voice.

'A spot check, to keep you on your toes,' he said, trying to sound stern.

'If you put your hand up my dress to check my spot, I will be on my toes,' she giggled.

He pulled her up his chest to suck on a nipple.

'Who's being naughty now? Young man, you shouldn't be sucking on your teachers nipples. If you don't stop I'll have to send you to the principal. Well, eventually,' she sighed.

'Bite it! Pinch it hard,' she gasped.

He could tell her May liked them treated gently, though revealing the secret would be dangerous. He was tempted though. How would it be for the two of them, to control Miss Grant while she's hypnotised? 

'Are you going to try and wear panties now?' he asked.

'What? Oh. I guess. If I do, will you reward me?' she asked, with a big grin on her face.

'Just try harder in school, naughty girl,' he scolded her.

'Sorry, sir. Your naughty little girl will try harder in school, honest, sir,' she mocked him. 

She trapped his cock between her thighs, and tried to squirm down on it. 

'I'd better go, before Miss Gant gets back,' he lied.

'You sent Miss Grant out, so you could screw another of your teachers? Naughty boy. I should spank you for being so audacious!' she laughed.

'Vicky,' he said.

She watched her shake her head. She put her hand between her legs, looking confused. 

'Did we just have sex,' she asked, looking worried.

'We made love this time,' he smiled at her.

'Made love?' a smile spread across her face, and she shyly looked away.

'Made love. That's nice, sir,' she warmly spoke.

'Where are you going?' she pouted.

'I've got to see to May. You should tidy up your room. I'll come back and check up on you,' he warned her, then laughed. It was funny treating his teacher like a naughty girl.

She didn't like that he was leaving, and especially that he was going to see to May. It didn't look as though she were very keen on clearing her room up either. He turned in the doorway, and winked at her. His teacher looked like a moody adolescent, having been sent to her room.

Treating his teachers like sex pets was having an effect upon him too. It was no wonder he had self-confidence. He was also learning to listen to their needs rather than just satisfy his own. Was this one of the many responsibilities of adulthood?

He opened the door on May. She had heard him, and turned over to face the other way. He strode over to her, and put a hand on her bottom, pushing it between her cheeks.

'Is this for me?' he asked.

She ignored his rudeness. 'You were a long time with her,' she moodily complained. 

He didn't say anything. He got undressed and pressed up against her, pushing his hardness between her cheeks.

'Oh! Sir! Please,' she whined.

'You were offering me your bottom,' he quipped.

'No! I mean, err, if you really want it, sir,' she reluctantly said.

'Where do you want it then?' he asked, and she eagerly turned over to face him.

'She didn't make you cum!' May exclaimed. She was delighted to feel his hardness, and grabbed hold of it.

'No. I told you, you're my favourite, and I saved my cum for you,' he seriously spoke.

'Yes! Thank you, sir. Can I make you cum, sir,' she said, beaming brightly.

He examined her face. She looked pleased, but she wasn't so exuberant as Vicky. She usually kept herself under control, though there were moments when she let loose.

'Which way do you want it,' he said.

'It's not up to me, sir. Whichever way you want me, sir,' she meekly replied. 

'I want to shoot my sperm right up into your vagina. I want to pump my cock hard into you, until you scream from passion,' he said, watching the look of arousal screw up her face.

'You moodily presented your ass when I came in, so I'll settle for that. Get ready to receive a shot of sex juice up your ass, teacher,' he rebuked her.

'Oh, sir, please. I didn't mean to sulk. I won't turn my back on you again, I promise, sir. I'll be good, and try not to be jealous. If you still want my bottom, I'll submit, sir,' she sadly said, and turned over.

He wrapped his arms around her to cup both breasts. He gently massaged them, and caressed her nipples with his palms. 

He whispered in an ear, 'I keep reminding you, you're my favourite, and you always will be.'

'Yes! Thank you, sir. I'm so silly, I don't deserve you,' she heavily breathed. 'Please take my bottom, sir. It's virginal, and tight for your pleasure, sir,' she cooed.

'Maybe next time, my lovely,' he breathed in her ear.

He shifted closer, and found her pussy soaking wet.

'Ooowww, yes, sir. Please, sir,' she moaned.

May liked her breasts treated gently, and her pussy pounded hard. 

He turned her on her back, and pushed her legs apart. She coyly looked up at him, with an expression turning to high passion. The look of concentration on her face was a marked contrast to Vicky, who looked upon everything as a bit of fun. 

Unlike Vicky, she wasn't brazen enough to demand he screw her. May would sometimes become carried away from a lot of teasing, yet now she lay back, waiting for him to take the lead. He ploughed into her, pushing hard until their bones clashed. Only then did she lift her hips up off the bed, and throw her head back to shout ecstatic joy. 

'Plough me, sir. Fuck your teacher hard, William. Do me roughly, sir,' she cried out.

'You're such a dirty bitch, May,' he grunted.

'Yes, William, I'm your dirty bitch,' she said, through gritted teeth.

After screwing Vicky, he couldn't hold out for long. He tried to hold back, wanting her to enjoy it to the full. They were both sweating, and panting, and thrashing wildly on the bed. Once she got going, May was certainly enthusiastic. She was doing most of the work, lifting his hips up off the bed. He would then slam down, shoving his cock deeply into her vagina, pressing her into the bed.

'I'm cumin,' he groaned.

'Shoot into me, sir. Fill me up, sir,' she screeched.

Again she was more active than Vicky. May threw her head back and let out a low pitched scream. More a gurgle than and a clear note. Her vagina clamped upon his cock. He felt every spurt of sticky strings flowing from his one eyed monster.

She felt ecstatic, and he felt tired. William settled upon her breasts, too tired to realise she was guiding his lips to a nipple. She watched him suckling her breasts, and smiled indulgently. She cuddled him, and whispered loving thoughts to him. He began to dribble on her breasts, and even that brought a smile to her lips.

'Your my guide, sir. I'll do whatever you tell me, sir,' she said. 

May kissed his forehead, and stroked his hair. He stirred. He stretched, to the left, then to the right. She avidly watched her young lovers familiar waking routine. His eyes flickered open, and he mumbled to her.

'How long have I been asleep?' he asked, then yawned.

'Not long, sir,' she said, while stroking his hair.

He propped himself up on an elbow, and asked, 'Why do you call me, sir.'

'Because you've been looking after me. I feel so much better when you tell me what to do. You decide everything for me, so I must show you respect, and call you, sir,' she explained, looking very serious.

'Oh,' is all he could think to say.

This had something to do with what his uncle told him, about a good subject wanting to relinquish responsibility. Usually for some aspect of their lives, like the career path to follow, where to go on vacation, or just the answers to simple everyday issues. Occasionally a person wanted someone to dominate them, and take over their entire life. 

Why did Miss Grant want him to decide things for her? He'd almost got to the answer, needing yet another piece of the jigsaw.

William spent some time with them separately, trying to prevent them misbehaving while not hypnotised. The sexual adventures were spilling over into their consciousness, presenting as a fondness for him. It was a heady excitement, having two teachers with a crush on him. May had warned him not to take advantage of Vicky, while she was vulnerable, but that advice came too late.

Vicky especially needed to regain some self control. She had suppressed her sexual side for a long time. Her reticence was now released, after sleeping together while hypnotised. It seemed she was making up for lost time, and was behaving badly. They had sex while not under hypnosis, which he should have refused, but at the time it had been too tempting.

William drove home, leaving them time to recover some resemblance of order. He also needed a rest from them. While driving he thought over what had happened. His teacher had been teasing him with innuendo, leading to them having sex. Damn! What happened had changed everything. He just hoped Vicky would behave in school. 

Sitting at traffic lights, he laughed out loud, and it helped relieve the tension. He was thinking of his two teachers as naughty schoolgirls, misbehaving in school! 

Things had got really badly out of control, and he wasn't coping. His uncle had warned him not use the little knowledge he gained, during the summer break. He would have to do something, as he had a responsibility toward them. Whatever the cost, he had to put things right. 

***

In class Miss Grant fidgeted uncomfortably. Unusually she didn't tour the classroom looking over students shoulders, to see how they were doing with the set lesson. She was a good teacher. Strict but fair. The students liked her, though she didn't court favour with them. She also got results, which gained the respect of colleagues.

This morning though, she tried to sit still, and not to grimace when moving. As soon as break time arrived, she went to the staff restroom. In a cubicle she felt underneath, and gasped. With some difficulty she pulled something from her bottom.

'What the devil? How did that get there?' she murmured.

She held a butt plug in her hand, wondering what it was. She felt stunned. Someone came in making a noise at a sink, rousing her from shock. 

'You going to be in there long?' a fellow teacher asked

'No!' Miss Grant grunted.

She couldn't walk out there with the horrible thing. If she flushed it unsuccessfully, there was no way she could put her hand down the toilet to retrieve it. It was Mrs Hodges out there, and the gossip monger would see it. Her bag was in the classroom. A stupid mistake, and she hoped it was still there when she got back. Damn! There was nothing else to do. She wiped her bottom, eased it back in, and flushed the toilet. 

It was difficult bringing herself together, but the teacher wasn't in a chatty mood, leaving her to escape back to the classroom, slowly and carefully. On the way she stopped a student to give him a message. He repeated it back, and she continued on her way.

'William! I'm so glad to see you. I'm desperate for your help,' Miss Grant gushed.

'Calm down Miss Grant, what's the problem?' he asked.

'It's very personal. It's frightening! I don't know how it happened,' she nervously rushed.

'Slow down. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll help you, you know that,' he reassured her.

'I, I've got a thing in my bottom,' she whispered.

They both looked at the door to check it was closed.

'What kind of thing?' he asked. He tried not to look worried, as she was on the edge of hysteria.

'I can't show you, it's still in. I don't know how it got there,' she complained.

He bent over her shoulder to open a book, that happened to be there. If anyone glanced in, it would look as though they were discussing some work.

'Lift up, and pull the back of your dress up,' he quietly said.

He looked behind her, to see she was wearing sensible white panties. He hoped Miss Bourbon was.

'If someone walks in they won't notice,' he said.

He slipped a hand between her cheeks, and felt something.

'Shall I pull it out? Tell me if it hurts,' he said.

He eased it out and placed it on the desk, on the furthest corner from her. She cringed from it.

'Do something with it!' she crossly spoke.

He put it in his pocket, and told her, 'It's a butt plug, Miss Grant.'

'What's it for, and more importantly, how did it get there,' she crossly asked.

'It's to enlarge the anus. You must have put it in,' he shrugged.

'Under your hypnosis no doubt!' she said, through gritted teeth. 'Why did you want my anus enlarged? OH! William!' she said, sounding outraged.

'No! I wouldn't do anything like that. Nothing to do with me. Do you want me to find out what happened?' he asked.

'Are you sure you didn't? Well, I guess I have to believe you. I can't go through the day wondering what happened. Oh, god! You haven't let someone else control me?' she screeched.

'NO! Certainly not,' he said. She was losing control, and no wonder.

'Eighteen-sixty-three,' he firmly stated.

'William, I'm in class, what's happening?' May asked, looking confused.

'I have to ask you why you were wearing a butt plug,' he asked, and picked it up to show her.

'Oh. That. Well, I bought it on the way in this morning. I didn't have a class first thing, so I wasn't late or anything,' she said, looking shy.

'Why did you buy it, and inset it?' he firmly asked.

'For you, sir,' she bashfully smiled.

'Why?' he asked.

'You wanted my bottom last night, sir. I'm too tight, so I thought I would stretch it for you,' she said, trying to win his favour. 'Did I do wrong, sir?' 

'You needn't do that, May. You're my favourite girl, and always will be. I was only kidding you. I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to,' he sympathetically said.

'I wanted to please you, sir. I bet she wouldn't let you do it to her,' May petulantly stated. 

She meant Vicky. So she was still competing with what she thought was a rival.

'Miss Grant,' he clearly said

'What? What did you do to me?' she demanded, and patted her clothes, half expecting to have had something dreadful done to her.

'It was just a mistake,' he tried to say.

'A mistake! I've been out of my mind with worry, and you say it was just a mistake!' Miss Grant let him have it. 'What else have you been doing to me?'

She was close to tears now, so he had to do something.

'Nothing, Miss Grant. Honest. It was a mistake. I must have uncovered something in your subconscious,' he lied. 'I didn't know you would go out and do something like that. I'm so sorry, I really am. Do you want to know what happened?' he asked.

'Yes! No! I don't think I could bear it. William, mistakes are human. But you were in charge of me, guiding me, making me feel better. I appreciate that. But a mistake like that could ruin my career, my life even,' she numbly spoke.

'Perhaps I should stop. I'm really sorry, Miss Grant,' he humbly said.

'Yes, I think it would be best,' she said, and watched him walk to the door. 

'William. Come back here. Thank you for making me feel better, as usual. You've helped Vicky and me. She's more confident, and outgoing. You've got a wonderful skill. Err, perhaps. Maybe, we should, perhaps think about it. More safety rules, or something,' she said.

'If you think so,' he quietly spoke.

'Come over this evening, and we'll discuss it with Miss Bourbon,' she weakly smiled.

For a moment he thought that was the end of it. But, no. Well, maybe the three of them could moderate what was happening. Damn! He laughed, at the thought of pulling a butt plug from his teachers ass, and in a classroom too. It wasn't funny really, because she must have been very frightened. He laughed again. What if the guys had seen Miss Grant with a butt plug up her ass!

At lunch time he had a request to see Miss Bourbon. If it had been Miss Grant, it would have been a summons. He closed the door behind him and walked to her desk where she sat, smiling at him. A different welcome from Miss Grant's, though still worrying. What had she got up to he wondered.




Teacher Undressed Ch. 09



'Hi William. You went too quickly for me to have a word last night. I just wanted to clear things up with you,' she said, looking serious for a change.

'Sure, Miss Bourbon,' he sighed, wondering what was coming next.

'Well. We did something last night that, well, it shouldn't have happened. It's just that, well, it was wrong of me to take advantage of you. I don't want you to get the wrong idea,' she said.

'It's OK, Miss Bourbon,' he interrupted. 'I understand. I was trying to help you, and it all got out of hand. I'll try to forget about it. As long as you're alright?' he asked.

'Yes, of course,' she smiled, with bright red cheeks. 'Are you alright? You haven't told anyone, have you?' she asked, with a hopeful look in her eyes.

'Of course not. It's our secret, and I know how valuable it is to you,' he firmly stated.

'Thank you, William. I knew you would be kind to me. You've helped me so much. I feel much more confident in class. Because of last night, you know what, I kind of feel free. It's as though a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders,' she brightly beamed.

'I'm glad for you, I really am,' he said.

'I want you to know I'm very grateful for your help, William. I don't regret what happened,' she coyly spoke.

'I won't forget it either. It was special, just between the two of us,' he smiled.

'You know, I, err, could lose my job, even my career, if anyone found out. You have that power over me, William,' she quietly spoke.

'Sure, I know,' he said. Meaning to reassure her, he spoke firmly, trying to sound responsible.

'I'd do anything to save my job and career,' she said, with a voice laden with innuendo. 'You already help and advise me, and I take that advice, doing what you say. Now, I guess, I'm completely in your hands, I'll have to do as I'm told. . .' she said, giving him a demure look.

'Yes, well, I guess so,' he mumbled. 'I'd better get back to lunch,' he said.

'Oh! William, I nearly forgot. I've got something to show you,' she said.

She stood up and lifted the dress. 'I'm wearing panties, William!' she beamed at him. 'You see, you are helping me, and I'm doing as I'm told, William,' she said.

She stepped closer, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him full on. He couldn't help kissing her back. He nibbled her lips, and explored her face with kisses. His hands went down to her bottom, to find her dress still up. He pulled her closer, pressing his erection against her belly. 

They took a breath and she said, 'I shouldn't be letting a student do this, especially in class. You're hold my bottom, gripping me in your arms, and kissing me,' she heavily breathed. 

The look on her face betrayed the insincerity of the declaration. She glowed with passion, and wasn't fighting him off.

'Just this once, Miss Bourbon. You're thanking me for helping you, that's all,' he smiled.

'No, William, it isn't right, I've been very naughty. I think you should spank me, like a naughty little girl,' she heavily said.

'When I see you this evening, after school,' he promised.

'Now if you like,' she hopefully said.

'Not now, you'll have to wait,' he forcefully said. 'Be a good girl and pull your dress down,' he ordered. 

'Alright, William, you know best. William, I, think I Lo, I. . . Thank you for helping me, William,' she said, with sincerity and more, pouring from her body language.

He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, pinched a nipple hard, and left.

Miss Bourbon skipped on tiptoe, with eager little claps of her hands. 'Ooowww, can't wait for home time,' she squealed, sounding more like a love struck schoolgirl than a teacher.

***

Miss Grant had prepped the class and her students sat patiently waiting. As usual the teachers had changed before this extra class, and the guys were eagerly waiting. The two teachers turned around to unbutton the dresses. With the front open they turned around, and shrugged them off their shoulders. A collective rumble went around the classroom.

Both their teachers were dressed in cheerleaders outfits. They were standing straight with their breasts thrust out. The tiny top was just a strip of material supporting the breasts. The top was like a hammock, pressing the breasts together in a deep cleavage. Miss Grant's large breasts looked huge to Brian, who licked his lips in anticipation. 

They both wore a skirt which wrapped low around the hips. Below the hem was a hint of their panties. The guys were anticipating their next move. Miss Grant gave a slight nod to Miss Bourbon, and they turned on a high heel, and bent to pick up the dresses. 

The white panties clung tight between the cheeks. When they bent over it was with legs straight, and separated. There was little left to the imagination with the panties pulling tight between their cheeks and lips. The sexual image of teachers so lewdly dressed was exciting. It was more exciting that they had no idea what they were doing, and were so vulnerable. If they became aware of showing off their bodies to a bunch of randy young guys, they would be appalled, maybe frightened.

It was then Brian had a revelation. It had been thrilling to see their teachers naked, yet sexily dressed they were even more stimulating. For him it was something new to dwell upon.

May looked worried. She had settled down to accepting the new mode of dress, in this special class. Over the past weeks William had spent time reassuring her, until she accepted it. Discovering a butt plug up her ass, without the slightest knowledge of how it got there, was frightening. What else she might be doing without being aware, was a nightmarish thought. 

She looked at William, wondering if she could trust him. He'd been her guide, and helped her so much, yet she now felt forsaken. There was something unsettling about being here, in front of these boys. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but knew it had something to do with William.

William noticed the anxious look Miss Grant wore, as soon as she walked in. 

'Miss Grant, could you look at this please,' he asked.

Normally she would have glided to his side, though now she reluctantly plodded over to him.

'What is it, William,' she reluctantly asked.

'Please read this,' he simply said.

He watched her scan the instructions. He should have ordered her earlier to forget the butt plug, though at the time, he sensed she was resistant to listening to him. The old way, giving her written orders, seemed to be working. He'd thought them through, spending time on getting it right. She became visibly relaxed, and he let out a heavy sigh, from having held his breath.

She moved on to Brian who was eager for her help. William looked over at Miss Bourbon, who didn't seem to be worried about anything. 

The two teachers had been hypnotised for some time, and been firmly indoctrinated, yet there was still a conscious inkling of their state of undress. As long as his friends behaved as though nothing was out of the ordinary, the teachers would carry on in the usual classroom routine.

Shit! Miss Bourbon was caught between Tom and Billy. It didn't look as though she was bothered at all. On the contrary, she was enjoying their attention.

Vicky leaned over Billy's desk, with her bottom wiggling while she spoke. Tom was standing beside her, pretending to listen to her advice. He couldn't resist lightly laying a hand on her heart shaped ass. She hesitated a moment, then carried on as though nothing was amiss. 

'Both of you should, err, avoid this common error. Once writing in past tense, it is, ooowww, err, best to keep to that tense,' she was saying.

Vicky thought she felt something on her panties, but wearing a long dress, that wasn't possible. It was rather nice, like a little bird landing, and fluttering on her rump. The feeling was obviously in her imagination, for it tiptoed between her cheeks. It did feel nice, and was getting nicer all the time. 

The foolish idea had interrupted her, and she didn't want the boys to ask what the matter was. How could she explain to them she felt something fluttering over bottom. There was another unexplainable sensation, but carried on. She determined to ignore the silly idea of butterflies fluttering between her thighs.

Tom froze, on feeling something unusual. He realised it was Billy's hand, and relaxed. His hand continued exploring between her cheeks, with an unspoken agreement between friends. He would keep where he was, leaving Billy to explore her thighs. 

He found her asshole and gently pressed her panties. She hesitated again, took a deep breath, and carried on. He had no idea what she was saying, from concentrating so hard on her ass. He had a rough idea of what William had warned them against, so he didn't want to startle her. Anyway, he had a finger pushing at a teachers asshole, and that was extraordinary enough, for now.

Miss Bourbon had to dismiss the strange feeling of something sliding between her cheeks. It wasn't possible in the sensible clothes she was wearing, and certainly not in a classroom. 

She concentrated on the job in hand, ensuring the two boys understood the importance of past, present, and future tense. They got the idea, but the essay was becoming complicated, as they didn't have the experience to handle it properly. Much like their inexperience with girls. She wondered if she might help them gain some experience along those lines too. She coughed, to cover up a giggle.

Billy became more daring, as his hand pushed up a thigh. He wasn't sure, but thought she had opened her legs to accommodate his hand. Accidently he went too far, and pressed fingertips against the soft crotch of her panties. His hand froze, not daring to progress or remove it. It shook imperceptibly. 

He heard her giggle and cough. She cleared her throat and carried on, to what for him, was just blah, blah, de blah. He pressed on, prodding her panties, and finding them wet. Shit! It suddenly came home to him that he was probing his teachers pussy. He'd actually made Miss Bourbon wet! God, damn it! He couldn't stop now, even if William complained about the danger of shocking them out of the hypnosis.

A finger hooked around the panty crotch, and rubbed between her exposed lips.

Miss Bourbon felt something was wrong. The advice for their essays formed in her head, but didn't emerge. The boys were pressing up to her, too close. Tom's hip was against hers, which in itself wasn't too bad. On the other side, her hip was up against Billy's shoulder. There was something else wrong, but she couldn't grasp what it was.

They didn't seem to notice she had stopped talking. Her mind was in a whirl with arousal. The boys closeness had her imagining things, naughty things. The boys were eighteen, so they were capable, yet as students they were definitely off limits. The sensations were in her imagination, but felt so real and overpowering.

Unconsciously she adjusted the top, managing to discreetly squeeze an already engorged nipple. The other one demanded attention. Fortunately, she resisted from touching it, as the guys might have noticed. Her imagination was so inspired, that it felt as though the other one was being pinched.

Tom saw her rub a nipple, and couldn't resist helping her out. He reached over to pinch the nipple protruding through the thin cotton. She sighed with obvious pleasure, so he twisted it. She began to purr with heavy breaths. He pulled at a corner of the top, for a nipple to pop out. He cupped the breast, and nipped the nipple between two fingers. 

His friend was doing something with her panties, as he felt them pulled from the front. The crotch of her panties had been pulled aside. He pushed a finger against her asshole. Was it his finger, or his friends, that elicited a gasp. He circled her tight brown hole. He had a teachers nipple in one hand, and her ass in the other! 

Billy followed the wet slit, sliding up further until he hit a nub of hard flesh. He heard her gasp, and tried it again. So that was a clitoris! He'd found it for the first time, and felt elated. A finger slipped passed it, and disappeared. He felt his teacher grip the finger, and marvelled at the feeling. He pulled it out, rubbed her clit, then slid it back in again. 

This time he pushed a finger in, all the way up to his palm. He held it there for a moment, revelling in the idea that he had a teacher in the palm of his hand. He couldn't see William, as Miss Bourbon and Tom were in the way. As long as William didn't see what he was doing, William wouldn't shout at him, or more importantly, set Brian on him. If she was going to freak out she would have done it by now.

Tom felt Miss Bourbon relax. Either it was from his soft circling of her asshole, or his friends probing of her pussy. He eased the finger in, and kept up a steady pressure. It slowly sank in, deeper and deeper. He liked the shape of her bottom, but this had never been envisaged. Sticking a finger up his teachers ass was outrageous, and he knew it, but didn't care.

Miss Bourbon was enjoying the sensations of being taken by two of her students, at the same time. She imagined being pushed over the desk, with a boy under her, taking her pussy, while another took her bottom. It was fantasy, but felt so real.

She was breathing heavily. A small part of her brain worked in the distorted reality of the classroom. It was telling her something was wrong, and that she should carry on in the usual routine, before the boys noticed something was wrong.

Miss Grant leaned over Brian's desk to go through his latest essay. His work had improved the most amongst all the students in this late class. She was pleased with him, but that isn't why she rubbed her breast against his cheek. It was her usual routine, and all that she did. When things went further, she retreated to the safety of William's side, asking for help.

This time was different. She had noticed Miss Bourbon cavorting with two boys. The hypnosis strongly held, so she couldn't acknowledge it, nevertheless it worked upon her subconscious. She was becoming aroused. 

Brian turned his face toward her, rubbing it over the thin cotton top, feeling her large soft breasts. Her nipples were hard points in the thing fabric. He wanted to bury his face in the ample cleavage, but refrained, from knowing what William would say.

'You've improved so much, Brian, you deserve a reward. What would you like as you're reward, Brian?' she asked. Her voice was husky with arousal.

Without thinking he whispered, 'To kiss your breasts, Miss Grant.'

He held his breath on hearing the outrageous request had actually been uttered.

'It wouldn't be fitting for your teacher to bare her beasts in class, Brian. I did promise, so maybe. . . You could help yourself, if you wish,' she hesitantly spoke.

At first Brian thought the offer was in his imagination. He glanced at William, then back at his teacher, thrusting her breasts at him. Fuck it! He figured it was worth it. He hesitantly pulled at the band of cotton covering them. He rolled it down to reveal her engorged nipples, carrying on until the material was merely supporting them.

Miss Grant knew something was amiss, but put it out of her mind. Brian had always been an attentive student. It was quite usual to encourage the students with her breasts, in this special class. Even rubbing them against their young faces. She felt so hot and energised. She let out a little gasp of pleasure. Such a gorgeous sensation couldn't be wrong.

Brian worshiped a nipple with his lips, delicately holding on to it. He didn't suck, he just held it between his lips. A hand went up on automatic to the other nipple, to gently hold it. He weighed the breast in his palm, feeling it soft and firm. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, and flicked it with his tongue.

From a slow hesitant start, he began to work on his teachers breasts. He was a big strong footballer, from farming stock, yet he was gentle and appreciative. He worshiped her breasts like the most favoured of acolytes, being indulged with a grand reward.

He kissed, sucked, and licked, his teachers wonderful breasts. He fondled, caressed, stroked, and pampered them. In turns, from one to the other, he used his lips and hands. Continuously moving from one to the other, he kept up a constant pleasurable cycle, of heady sensations.

Julian was staring at his two friends working Miss Bourbon like a glove puppet. He kept looking at William, wondering why he wasn't putting a stop to it. It wasn't fair. If he had taken liberties, he would have been chewed out, then roughed up by Brian. 

He heard strange noises behind, and turned around. Shit! Brian was gorging on Miss Grant's tits! He was eating them up, and William hadn't even bothered to look. His friend had his head down writing. William must have sensed his attention, for he looked around.

Julian lifted his hands to show he was innocent, and shrugged. William looked at him and grimaced. he too shrugged, as though telling him he couldn't stop them. Or was it resignation to the inevitable. The guys had been psyched up too often. They were ready to do more than fumble around in their panties, as he had done. The pressure had to boil over sometime. Maybe it was better this way. Any longer and they would banging the teachers without regard to the consequences. 

Walking over to William, Julian looked over his shoulder. There was a full page of instructions for Miss Grant and Miss Bourbon. He didn't read it all, and it was the first time he seen them. It was clear enough.

'It's not my fault,' Julian whispered.

'I know. I'm surprised you've not joined in,' William said.

'I've got an obliging girlfriend. At least, she will be tonight, if she keeps her promise. I learnt enough playing with them two, to impress her with my technique,' he grinned.

Julian meant he'd delved into his teachers panties, and found out where all the bits were. From their deep sighs, he knew what to feel for, and how to touch it. He'd found what he'd been looking for in his girlfriends panties the first time. She was so impressed with his technique, she was willing to let him go further.

'Maybe I could practise on Miss Grant,' he suggested.

They looked back at Brian, enjoying Miss Grant's breasts. It was difficult to say who was enjoying it the most.

'If you dare interrupt him, be my guest,' William grumbled.

Julian patted him on the back, and walked to an empty desk away from the others. He contemplated working. He settled down to watching the others, dreaming of Cheryl, his girlfriend. 

Miss Bourbon gurgled and yelped, obviously experiencing an orgasm. It triggered Miss Grant, who threw her head back thrusting her breasts into Brian's face. She wrapped her arms around his head, almost smothering him. Still, a big grin adorned his face when he surfaced.

William murmured under his breath, looking angry and frustrated. He'd certainly lost control of his playthings this evening. 

The guys quickly disappeared before William could berate them. William dragged his way to the car, and sat there contemplating what in hell he was to do next. He was expected at May's apartment. He needed time to think. They needed time to change, and drive home. 

'Shit, and Fuck!' he exclaimed. 

Maybe he shouldn't have become so involved. Otherwise, it would have been easy to share them with his friends. It was too late now. As time went by, they expected more, and he resented it all the more. He couldn't bear them mauling his. . . His what? What were they to him. Were they close friends. Was he in love with them. Could he be in love with two women at the same time? May was right, he was too young to be responsible for a mature woman.

He would have to put things right, and that meant breaking the hypnotic influence. Did that mean simply not invoking it? He hadn't paid attention to the ending routine with his uncle. He looked at his watch. It was time to call upon his two good friends.



Teacher Undressed Ch. 10



The teachers realise they've been hypnotized

May arrived home from a hard day at school feeling washed out. Vicky, her apartment sharer, was lively and full of pep. Even more than usual. They changed into something more casual, and came together for a coffee in the kitchen. 

'I've asked William to come here this evening. I need to talk to him,' May said, to her fellow teacher. 

She cupped her breasts, wondering why they were so sensitive. She knew why her bottom was sore, and didn't want to think about that awful thing.

'That's good, I'm always glad to see him,' Vicky beamed.

'Yes, well, I'm going to ask him not to come here again. It's not appropriate for a student to visit teachers at home,' May said, looking angry.

'Why? He's been so helpful, and kind to us,' the young teacher pouted.

'Yes, he has. It's the helping I'm concerned about,' May stated.

She avoided talking to William about being hypnotised, from dread of what he might be doing with her. It seemed better not knowing anything about it. On the other hand, maybe it was because he ordered her not to ask awkward questions. Finding that nasty butt plug in her bottom overrode his influence, giving her the strength to confront him.

'But he's helped me become more confident in class, and helped me in other ways too,' she said, and trailed off.

'I know what he's done, Vicky. He's been taking advantage of us. I can't allow that,' May heavily spoke.

'Oh! Well, you can't blame him for that,' she quietly said.

Her new friend turned away, looking embarrassed. May wondered what she knew of William's special help. Had she come to realise what he was doing to them?

'He's been affecting us in a way that could put our jobs in jeopardy,' May sighed.

How was she going to explain her suspicions to Vicky. What had he done to them while hypnotised, she hadn't dare broach with her colleague. It was too uncomfortable a subject to discuss openly. The way Vicky was behaving, she might have a crush on him. That in itself was dangerous, and obviously from being hypnotised by William. She had let herself, and Vicky, come under his hypnotic influence, and it had to stop before someone found out.

Vicky thought May was talking about what happened last night. William had helped her, then helped himself to her. Though that wasn't fair, as she'd become so worked up, she jumped him.

'He promised not to tell anyone. How did you find out?' she asked, sounding hurt.

'He didn't tell me anything, I just know something happened,' May said.

Did Vicky know about the butt plug? What had the two of them got up to? Was her colleague involved in sticking that horrible thing up her bottom?

'Tell me what happened,' May demanded. 

'You know what he's like. He got me to talk about a terrible thing that happened a long time ago. I was raped,' she quietly said. 

May was shocked. What could she say? She mumbled something, and put the coffee cup down before she spilt it.

'Since that nasty moment, I've felt terribly guilty. I thought it was my fault. It screwed me up so much, I've avoided a proper relationship ever since. William talked me through it. He helped me get back my dignity, and self respect. He convinced me it wasn't my fault, and that I needn't be forced to have enjoyable sex,' she sobbed. 

May stared at her open mouthed, abashed over the unexpected revelation. She had been thinking of her own predicament, not realising he'd actually helped Vicky.

'You poor thing. How terrible,' May said, and felt stupid over such a banal remark.

Vicky took a deep breath, and continued. 'I guess, I needed to, you know, just do it. Maybe trying to make up for lost time, or prove something to myself. A great need overcame me, and I jumped him,' she coyly finished.

'Oh, I see,' May dithered. 

'It wasn't his fault. I don't think he even enjoyed it. He didn't even, you know,' she pathetically smiled.

May wondered what she meant for a moment, then it sank in. William didn't have an orgasm, so she thought he hadn't enjoyed it. Maybe so. Damn! This was totally unexpected.

'Did he hypnotise you?' May wanted to know.

'No. We just talked. He has that commanding way about him, and draws out everything, even things I didn't realise. He seems to understand what's going on inside me. Now I feel as though a great burden has been lifted. I feel free, unburdened at last from guilt,' she said, and tried to smile.

'I'm going to talk to him,' May began.

'Please, May, don't send him away. He deserves something, some kindness in return for all he's done for me. I'm sure it's the same for you too,' she implored.

A vital life changing decision happening so quickly seemed miraculous. May figured it had been happening over the last few weeks, while Vicky was hypnotised. It wasn't just from talking either. She knew what he was doing to them, but for some reason had avoided the unpleasant truth. 

'Yes, well, I'll talk to him, and see what he has to say for himself,' May said. 

She sounded less determined after such an emotional revelation, and was trying to hang on to the earlier resolve to confront him.

'Just give him a chance, please,' Vicky said, angling for a promise.

'He'll be here in a moment. Go to your room, and I'll call you when we've talked it through,' May told her.

If it hadn't been for that damn butt plug, she would have let things rest. She had been aware for sometime he was hypnotising her, but felt it wasn't doing any harm. Of course he was making her think that, during the hypnosis sessions, otherwise she would have done something about it. What he was doing to her didn't bear thinking about. 

Without realising it, she cupped her breasts again, easing an ache. She had too much on her mind to think why they were so sensitive. Of course, she couldn't remember Brian sucking them in class. William had securely compartmentalised in her mind the sordid classroom antics, she performed in school.

William walked into the kitchen, and as usual greeted his teacher, 'Hi, Miss Grant.'

Without wasting a second, Miss Grant started in on him, 'Sit down, William. Don't say anything, I don't want any of your tricks.' 

He sat, looking downcast. 

Pouring a coffee, she almost felt sorry for him. 'I want you to promise not to hypnotise me. Whatever code word thingy, or phrase you use, DON'T. Understand!' she berated him.

He put his hand on his heart and nodded. 'I promise, Miss Grant.'

'First, I want to know why you inserted a butt plug in me,' she firmly stated.

'I didn't,' he said. 

He quickly continued, seeing she was going to shout at him.

'I found out why it happened, let me explain,' he said. 

She sat there with arms folded under her breasts, scowling. She lifted them a little, trying to make them comfortable.

'Last night I went to your room, after, err, helping Vicky. You turned over sulking, telling me off for spending too much time with her,' he recounted. 

'What happened with Vicky? Alright, forget that, just get on with it,' she said.

'I teased you, trying to get you in a good mood. Made out you were offering me you're bottom. I was just joking. I didn't of course,' he quickly emphasised.

She didn't interrupt, but looked at him sceptically, while gently easing her breasts.

'I didn't realise at the time, but you must have taken it seriously. This morning you stopped off at a store, and bought the, err, butt plug. It wasn't until I saw you this morning that I knew anything about it,' he rushed the explanation.

'Do you mean, I, I was willing to let you. . . I was preparing my bottom for you? My god! You still have to take some responsibility, William,' she sighed.

She became aware of rubbing her breasts and dropped her hands to her sides. Damn it! He was working her up, just from being close. She wanted to ask what he'd been doing to her, but it was a difficult answer to face. What she didn't know couldn't hurt her. The butt plug had!

Damn! If she was willing to do such a disgraceful thing, what else had she been willing to do? It was frightening to think what this boy was doing to her. He obviously had complete control while she was hypnotised. That thought excited her, which was nasty and intolerable. She had to turn away from him, hoping he wouldn't notice her arousal.

'I do. I've decided not to do it anymore. Hypnosis is too dangerous,' he said.

'Well. Maybe it's not too late, no real harm done. It could have been worse. No one else knows about this?' she asked, while looking him in the eye.

'No,' he lied. 

There was no-way he could tell her about the guys in class. Remembering Brian had sucked on her breasts, really working them over, explained why she kept touching them. They must be sore from the thorough mauling he gave them. 

They sat silently for a moment, thinking over what had been said.

'You helped Vicky with a problem, have you tried to help me with something?' she asked.

'Sort of. I think you need a relationship where a partner dominates you,' he said, and shrugged, as though he might be wrong.

'How can that be? I don't believe it,' she said, with a clear look of surprise. After a moment she asked, 'Did you discover something about me, to explain that?'

'It's just that you, well, you gave in so quickly to the hypnosis. You wanted me to control you, and for me to decide things for you. Something in your subconscious, I don't know, maybe it's what you want,' William proposed.

'I didn't realise. I thought hypnosis couldn't make me do anything I wouldn't want to do. . .' She sat quietly contemplating this unnerving revelation. It was true, William had an uncanny gift for seeing things in a person. 'Past relationships have been, well, that's another matter. Maybe you're right,' she mused.

'Are you working on me now?' she suddenly asked, looking fearful.

'No. Why do you ask?' he queried. 

Looking her over, he realised she was hot. He knew all the signs by now. Her nipples were erect, and she was pushing her breasts out at him. She looked him in the eye and licked her lips seductively. That was something she'd learnt from Vicky. She was pressing her thighs together, then crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her breathing came in deep heaves of her chest. 

Vicky was different. She was more obvious and conscious of what she was doing.

'Vicky doesn't want you to leave us. I mean, leave her. We've been close, William, very close. Too close for a student and teacher. You know I care about you,' she carefully said.

'I care about you, May,' he said. 

It was the first time he could use her first name, without invoking the hypnotic influence, and it felt good.

'I like you too, William. You're a good boy, a man, yes a man. You behaved well towards us in the cabin, and showed how considerate you are. You haven't told anyone, and I just know you never will,' she said.

He could have blackmailed them both, with the threat of putting their jobs in danger. Of course he didn't need to, as he had them in his power. A rush of emotion swamped her thoughts for a moment. It was hard to breath as she thought about being under his control. He could simply say some phrase, and she would be under his command, unable to resist whatever beastly thing he demanded. 

She desperately needed to know what he'd been up to, while they were hypnotised. 

'William, could you tell me. I need to know. It will haunt me, if I don't know,' she began, but couldn't finish.

The emotion was almost physical. A desire to obey him, and to be controlled by him, was deeply passionate as well as physically arousing.

'Just this once. Maybe, err, maybe you could show me. What we did together. I mean, how you helped me, like you helped Vicky?' she quietly spoke.

She was looking away from him, embarrassed to have voiced a deep feeling of need. It was wrong to submit to this boy, or anyone. The words seemed to come out of her mouth uncensored, directly from her subconscious. She was unsure what was meant, or what was wanted, or what would be said next. 

'Could you, err, hypnotise me, only, err, let me remember what you do?' she hesitantly asked.

'That might be an idea. We could lay to rest what's been happening. Call it closure. A new start for you,' he said.

She hadn't thought it through, from having an abundance of emotional feelings affecting her decision making. William was a trusted, close friend, so she went along with the idea. She justified the request as a means of establishing the truth, of what William found out about her. Deep down she knew that was just an excuse.

Like Vicky, losing him brought on a bad feeling, and this was a last ditch attempt to keep him close. Or was it something else? Did she really want someone to dominate her? This might be a way to find out if it was true.

'We can't do it here, we need privacy,' May told him.

They quietly walked into her bedroom. Like a streak of lightening, a dreadful realisation struck her. How could she be so dim-witted. Her thoughts lit up, as though she had been walking in the dark. Letting him hypnotise her was dangerous. He could make her forget this evenings entire conversation. It meant he could do something to block any resistance she still had. What if he made her state of reliance upon him deeper, and permanent? 

She had to stop this, before he did something bad to her. She was being so stupid to suggest it, which might mean he had planned this. It was frightful, leaving herself wide open to abuse by a student. He'd probably already subjected her to despicable sexual acts, and she was leaving herself vulnerable yet again. He was just a boy, playing with her, experimenting on her, committing devious sexual practices.

He could take her over completely this time, to be kept for the rest of her life, as his sexual plaything. Her mind was hit by a rush of passion, immobilising her. Just as her mouth fell open to object to the experiment, he said something.

'Sir! I feel so dejected. Are you leaving me? You promised I'd be your favourite, and you'd look after me. I need you, William. I need you to tell me what to do!' May cried.

'I want you to remember everything we do this evening, May. Understood?' he asked. 

'Yes, sir. Whatever you say. I always do as I'm told, because you know best,' she pouted.

'You were naughty this morning. You bought a butt plug. Why?' he firmly asked.

Seeing she couldn't wriggle out of it, she relented, 'For you, sir. I thought you might like my bottom to play with.'

'So it was your idea?' he prompted.

'Yes, sir. I'm sorry, I should have asked you,' she sincerely spoke. 

Having got that sorted out, he wondered where to go from here. Dare he take her to bed, to show how vulnerable she was, and that she was happy to be screwed by a student. It would either clear the air, or cause a stink.

'What do you want to do, May?' he asked.

'You know what I want, sir,' she coyly smiled, while swaying her hips from side to side.

'Tell me,' he demanded. 

He was conscious that his teacher would become aware of all they did after the hypnosis session. He had to establish it was what she wanted. Though of course, she may surmise he had pushed her into this state of sexual need, and that she had little choice, except to submit.

Fuck! He did have something to lose, two attentive, sexy teachers. If this was the end of the adventure, so be it. He'd learnt a lot over the weeks, so he could always try it again sometime.

'I want you to fuck me, sir. You know how I like it, and you do it so good,' she said, sounding needful.

'Prepare yourself, May,' he quietly said.

It was a marvel how quickly she stripped off her clothes. In a flash she was laying naked on the bed, giving him a sultry look. Her legs were wrapped around each other, and an arm cuddled her breasts. It was as though she were hiding a secret. Nothing she had was a secret to him, after all they had done together. 

He noticed that her pussy was completely denuded of every single hair. The arrangement was that they shaved each other's private place, and to make it a thorough job. He hoped she didn't ask about that.

'Turn over, and I'll massage you,' he told her.

He began massaging her back. He'd gained experience of where her sensitive places were, and learnt the technique of combining light touches, alternated with deep muscle massage. This was when having a strong pair of hands paid off.

May was soon in a world of her own. A pleasant smile lit her face as he continued concentrating on stimulating her flesh. She groaned pleasantly, bringing him back to the present. He'd been massaging her breasts, trapping her nipples between his fingers, and pulling on them. It had to be very gentle, as they had already been sensitised.

He quickly moved on to her belly. She didn't eat much, until Vicky arrived to do the cooking, and she was still slim. His hands wandered down over her mons, interested to see how she would react. 

May moaned deeply, and opened her legs for more. He delved down further toward her lips, finding them wet and open. It wouldn't hurt to give her a deeper massage than planned. She was either going to accept what he did, or not. He concentrated on her sex, with both hands. Fingers stroked her pussy, with another circling her asshole. 

She was torn between wanting the miraculous sensations to go on forever, and grabbing him right now for sex.

'Yes, more, please,' she murmured. 

He pushed a pillow under her hips. With one hand massaging a breast, he used the other to circle her asshole, and rubbed her nub with a thumb. Her clit was glistening with juices. He rubbed the sex juice up the crack of her bottom.

Everyone thought she was a hard woman in school, destined to become an old maid. He saw her as a beautiful woman, in need of a strong hand, enabling her to release a pent up sexuality. She needed caring for. Her skin was soft and fragrant. Her sex gave off a heady musky perfume.

Her breasts had already been thoroughly mauled, so he concentrated on massaging her thighs, and everything between them, with both hands. 

Vicky enjoyed having her nipples pinched and twisted while making love, but May didn't. He had learnt that pretty quickly. There were other differences too. She enjoyed being pounded deeply, whereas Vicky, preferred a long slow screw.

He'd certainly learnt a lot from them both. They had given him a great deal of pleasure too. It would be interesting sharing this new found knowledge in college. 

May heaved her hips at him, not knowing where she was, only that she was feeling so much pleasure. She felt alive and in tune with the whole world. She kept her eyes tightly closed, in case the fantasy faded away.

William's cock was stiff and aching. He would have to just fuck her. He already had the two of them when hypnotised, but that seemed to have come to a halt. What would she say and do after this session? It was hard to tell.

It seemed Vicky wouldn't object to anything, but could he get away with anything at all when May was on guard. He stopped the massage to rest his hands, and find another bottle of oil. He watched May squirming up at him, searching out his fingers, with her hips off the bed. 

He crawled onto the bed. He still wondered what would happen when she came to. Would she scream and cause a fuss? He nudged her sex with his cock and felt her push up at him. It was obvious she wanted him, or rather, she needed a cock inside her after such intense stimulation.

He gently pushed, entering her smoothly. Her vagina was tight, gripping him strongly. It felt as though it were flexing, rippling over his cock as he entered deeper still. He pushed harder, stretching her sex, needing to reach in all the way. 

Slowly he pulled back, a long leisurely stroke. Under him she pulled back too, then thrust up, with a mighty heave of her hips. He got the message. He thrust in, deep and fast.




Teacher Undressed Ch. 10



'Yes! Fuck me hard,' she encouraged, on a long low whisper of breath.

He'd heard this demand from her before, so knew what to do. He rode her hard. The pillow under her hips was squashed flat into the soft bed covers. Her heavy gasps for breath matched his, as their thrusts harmonized. Like a machine they fucked in unison, as though joined at the hip, face to face.

He couldn't hold back, unable to wait for her, he climaxed. He was thrilled to hear a blast of sound, heralding her orgasm. 

'Yes!' she hissed, phrasing the word in a long, sighing, out-rush of breath. 

William held his body up over her, watching her eyelids flicker. He carefully lowered his body to her side, not wanting to squash his wonderful woman. Her face looked relaxed, with a pleasant smile lighting it. The radiance of her smile made him feel strong, and protective of her.

She was thirty-one, almost twice his age, and she was his teacher, yet he felt a deep care for her. Was this what she meant about being a responsible adult? He stroked her hair, eyebrows, nose, and explored her face with finger tips.

William spoke the phrase to bring her out of the hypnotic influence. She would remember everything this time, so it wasn't a shock, with a dislocation in her memory. It wasn't a shock for him either. All he could see was a flicker of her eyes, without the half expected hysteria and screaming.

She kissed his fingers then his palm. 

'Tell me this isn't a dream,' she whispered.

'It's not a dream, we are both real, and this is real,' he said, and leaned over to kiss her lips. 

She kissed him back, softly and gently, driven by love rather than passion.

'Is it safe to open my eyes?' she asked.

'It's up to you,' he said.

'I'm not hypnotised, am I?' she asked.

'No. You're you, well, I guess you always have been,' he tried to explain.

He shut up when she opened her eyes, and turned to face him. This was his teacher, not a hypnotised play thing. His teacher was in bed with him, knowing they had sex, and she was accepting it! She had a big smile of satisfaction on her face.

'You alright?' he lamely asked.

'Yes, very,' she empathically said, and kissed his mouth.

'It's no wonder I didn't fight the hypnosis. You made me feel, so, so good. Now, I feel on top of the world. You've been looking after me well, William,' she giggled.

'I'm glad you feel that way. I was worried you would be mad with me,' he said.

'Maybe I should be. I can't help it, I feel so wonderful. I don't want you to leave me,' she earnestly implored him.

She snuggled up to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her forehead, and murmured loving words to her. 

This changed everything. When arriving he expected to be thrown out of the apartment, after a thorough quizzing. Why she had asked him to hypnotise her, was a mystery. Maybe it was her subconscious wanting him, after all these weeks of brainwashing. He figured she was sure to throw him out after having sex, when she came round. 

Instead she was snuggling up to him, in a deliriously happy frame of mind. This might mean the dangerous hypnosis situation had been resolved. Except the guys would be reluctant to let her go. 

Oh! Shit! What about Vicky?

'May,' he said.

Having changed the password he could now call her by her first name, which was nice.

'What can I do for my wonderful lover?' she smiled at him.

It was a bit much, but nice to hear.

'You were a bit loud. Vicky probably heard you. I'd better go and see her. Make sure she's alright about it,' he said. 

He avoided mentioning how he was going to do that.

'Whatever you say, sir,' she giggled. 'I know what you mean now. I admit it. I need you to tell me what to do. After such a powerful orgasm, you can do what you like, William. I'm yours to command,' she lightly laughed.

'You're sure you don't mind me going to her? You know you'll always be my favourite,' he said, and kissed her deeply.

'Will you come back to me, and cuddle me for the whole night?' she asked.

'I will.'

'Then go, and make her feel good. Hurry back to me, I need you,' his teacher said.

He kissed her again, and pulled her clinging hands away from his body, allowing him to roll off the bed. He didn't bother getting dressed. He walked into Vicky's bedroom naked.

'I thought so. You've spilled your load in her. What am I going to do now?' Vicky asked.

She pouted, looking disappointed and peeved.

'You'll have to work on me,' he teased. 

He wouldn't dare say that to May, but Vicky was a tease, and fun. Not so serious as May. 

'Come here then,' she said.

He knew this wasn't for a cuddle.

'Do you want me to dress up, in one of the naughty outfits. I figured out it was you getting me to buy them. Some are expensive, and I was running out of money to pay the bills. That's why you got me to move in here,' she said, in a rush.

'You're more clever than you pretend,' he responded.

'So now May's apartment is your harem,' she giggled. 

'That's a way of looking at it,' he carefully spoke.

'Don't worry, William. I've worked out most of it, but I don't care. Since our talk the other evening, I'm rethinking my life. You helped me overcome something that's been holding me back for too long. You've helped me more than you can possibly imagine. I know you care about me, and May, of course,' she said. 

She looked at him with a serious stare. She hadn't thought through what she wanted to say, she was just letting it spill out. 

'I do care about you, you know that,' he offered.

'Whatever, I don't care. I owe you big time, William. In return I'll do whatever you want, no questions asked, no coy protest. I'll do anything. I've been your sex pet and want to continue, only not when hypnotised. I want to remember every sordid detail. Use your imagination, make me do things, liberating things, weird things, anything you want,' she enthusiastically spoke.

'Are you sure? OK then. You can start by sucking my cock,' he challenged.

'Yes, sir, of course, sir,' she laughed. 

She grabbed his head in both hands, and deeply kissed him. With licks and kisses she made her way down his body. Eventually she reached his cock, which was valiantly trying to rise to the occasion. She would have to work at it.

'Your cock slut is ready, sir,' she giggled.

He wondered if it was her talking, or the hypnotic influence still working on her. Was she using him to make up for lost time? Up to a point it was alright by him. Though he wondered what kind of sex monster he had created. He was worried about her, and felt a duty of care toward her.

He watched his teacher suck his balls into her mouth, looking as though she were enjoying it. It was a visual treat rather than stimulating. She licked them, then continued up his shrivelled cock. She licked and kissed it several times, with an expression of bliss on her face.

'Oh! God! That is so . . .' he started to say.

'Shush! Lay back and enjoy it,' she told him.

He watched her suck his cock into her mouth, like a strand of spaghetti. The sight of a teacher on the end of his cock was thrilling, though not enough, yet. She tongued it, rolling it around and around in her mouth. Her tongue and the suction she created were powerful. His cock was growing. It poked a cheek out, as she still kept it all in her mouth.

Her head rose up its length, which was almost fully hard. Her head sucked down its length, and carried on until meeting his balls. With his cock in her mouth, she managed to kiss his sack. Her cheeks weren't bulging out, so it meant only one thing. She'd swallowed his cock! 

His teacher must have been practicing, as she had choked last time he tried to push it down her throat. May had been unable to swallow his cock, and he wondered if he might get her to practice on his dick. He keenly watched her head slowly rise and fall, up and down the full length of his cock. She was taking it easy, not wanting him to orgasm.

William had a big grin on his face, not caring about the consequences, just accepting the pleasure it gave him. His teacher was blowing him, not wanting him to spurt his load down her throat, because she wanted his cum in her cunt. However it came about, because of the hypnosis, or whatever, it no longer mattered. He had a teacher on the end of his dick, wanting him to treat her like a sex pet. 

'I'm ready!' he urgently warned her. 

'You can cum in my mouth if you want,' she teased.

He knew she didn't mean it, but would try it some other time.

He gripped the base of his cock tight, preventing an accident, and she took note of the technique. This was the start of a slow crumbling of her innocence. She offered him her breasts while manoeuvring on top. He kissed the nipples, sucking them hard. Knowing she liked them roughly treated, he bit them and twisted them. She moaned a little pleasurable sighing noise. 

The sound turned to a whoosh, when she lowered herself onto his cock. She sat awkwardly for a moment, with just the head between her lips. He looked between her thighs to see what she was doing. He'd watched her suck his cock into her mouth, between luscious pouting lips. Now he watched her nether lips absorbing his cock.

He held onto her breasts, propping her up. She wanted to push down onto him, but he prevented it, with his knees holding her in position. She pushed hard, to spear her sex, only he held her back.

'Please, sir, please!' she begged.

How could he refuse his teacher, when she was pleading for his cock. 

'What do you want, tell me,' he taunted.

'Let me fuck your cock! Please!' she squealed. 

'Are you sure a teacher is allowed to have student's cock in her cunt?' he teased.

'My cunt needs filling, please!' his teacher begged.

He let go of her breasts, and lowered his knees. She took it as a sign that she had permission to fuck herself on his cock. She pushed down the length of it. Plummeting down and down, feeling it push up inside her body, thrusting at the walls of her vagina, expanding, sensitising, engulfing, she filled her entire body with cock.

Fascinated, he watched her orgasm. She huffed and puffed, then sat still with him embedded deep inside. Pushing up with powerful legs, he was pleased to hear her moan. 

'Keep still,' she demanded.

He jerked up and down, watching her breasts jiggling. 

'Please!' she begged. 

'No naughty teacher. You'll do whatever I want, remember that,' he stated.

'All right, whatever you say,' she grimaced.

He reached up and tweaked her nipples. She fitfully moaned, and he realised her orgasm was continuing. She was shaking her head from side to side, swaying her breasts. It was a seductive show, not meant to be, for she was away in a world of pleasure. He reached for her pussy and rubbed her clit. She cried out some unintelligible sounds. She peeked with another orgasm. 

He couldn't hold back anymore, and shot his load deep into his teacher. His cock jerked with every spurt, with his cock pressed up to the neck of her womb. She felt him cum. It felt as though he was shooting his sperm directly into her womb. She cried out, a loud expressive moan. Another orgasm spread throughout her body from deep in her belly.

He lowered her down on to his chest, and enfolded her in his arms. 

'You're a dirty bitch, what are you?' he demanded.

'I'm a dirty bitch. I'm your dirty bitch, sir,' she gently smiled.

He kissed her face, with soft lips, sucking more than kissing.

'How do you do that? I never dreamed it could be like that. I cum three times!' she cooed.

He thought to tell her it was from practice, with May and her, over the last few weeks, but wisely kept quiet. 

'From now on you'll do as I say,' he softly spoke.

'For more of that? Yes, yes I will, anything you want,' she eagerly agreed.

'More tomorrow then. I'm returning to May. I promised her,' he reluctantly said.

'OK. What do you want me to do tomorrow. Something special for you?' she asked.

He didn't want to disappoint her, but couldn't think what to say. He got up and walked over to her toy box. She still hadn't put everything away since moving in. He rummaged around and found something interesting. He remembered asking her to buy it, but hadn't got her to use it. May had one too, though she was more discreet where she kept it. Vicky had just dumped it with her other toys.

'Have you used this?' he asked.

'No. I wasn't sure how to,' she asked. 

'Just fit it into your vagina tomorrow, before school, and tell me it's in. OK?' he told her.

'Oh, really? OK! If you insist. I guess I could try,' she meekly said.

'Just do it, before you leave. I'll be here at breakfast, so no cheating, I'll check,' he smiled.

She liked the idea of him checking her pussy before school. She wasn't sure why, but it brought on a little thrill. The idea of one of her students paying attention to her pussy was naughty, and exciting. She had promised to do as he demanded, from wanting to be dominated. She worked out that much. It also meant experimenting, to find out what turned her on. So far he had fulfilled her desires, and more than she had imagined. 

'Yes, sir. I'll do as I'm told, like a faithful slut,' she promised, and burst out laughing.

He leant over her, and they deeply kissed. He pinched a nipple then sauntered off, back to May.

William spooned May, nestling her ear, and gently fondling her breasts. He was feeling very pleased with himself, as the situation was turning out fine after all. He had two teachers, willingly going to bed with him. May was too serious, but Vicky wanted to play sex games. It confirmed what he had thought about them, when they accepted the hypnotic instructions so easily. They had a desire to be dominated, and told what to do.

He still couldn't understand why, but it no longer mattered. 

***

May woke up next her student, and for a moment felt terrible. The feelings from last night overshadowed all doubts. He was right, as usual, she needed a strong man to dominate her. It was strange letting this boy take her, and govern her, yet he had a way with him that made it all seem so natural. 

A deep feeling of wanting to kiss and hug him, was strong enough to persuade her all was well. She sighed, and smiled happily. A little later May woke him up. She was dressed sensibly as a teacher, and looked nervous. 

'If you want breakfast you have to get up now. While you're in the shower Vicky will cook something,' May told him.

'What's the matter, May?' he asked. 

He swung out of bed, and stood up. She looked away from his nakedness, with a face shading pink.

'Nothing,' she said, sounding and looking shy.

William moved close, and took hold of her shoulders, before she made a move to escape.

'Tell me,' he demanded. 

'Last night. I shouldn't have let you stay. The rest, all of it, was wrong,' she said, with an agonising look.

'You enjoyed it, all of it, that can't be wrong' he said.

'I'm your teacher. I'm responsible for you, William,' she pointed out.

'Let's not go through that again. We made a decision last night, and we slept on it,' he said, and kissed her lips.

'I know. Maybe it was the wrong decision,' she complained.

He pulled her close, and whispered in an ear. 'You agreed to do as I say. I'll decide what we do together. We enjoy being together, and making love. That's it May, that's all you have to think about. I'll decide everything else,' he heavily spoke. 

She opened her mouth to disagree, so he deeply kissed her. He could feel her melting in his arms. He was holding her up, as she weakened, physically and mentally. When she began kissing him back, he knew he had won. His hands cupped her cheeks, pulling her belly close upon his morning hardness. 

'How do you do this to me?' she panted.

'Give in to what you want. You want me, and you want me to tell you what to do,' he heavily stated.

'Alright, I give in. Tell me what I should do, William,' she weakly spoke, expressing her capitulation. 

'You will simply do as I tell you. That's what you want. A man to take charge of you, and make decisions for you,' he told her.

'I never thought so, but you've convinced me. Did we make love, or just have sex?' she asked, with a pleading voice.

'We made love, my darling May. I fell in love with you. That's what I meant when I said you are my favourite. I didn't mean to. Didn't mean for any of this to happen,' he said, with a warm smile.

'I believe you, William. I love you, William,' she whispered.

They kissed, while she squirmed against his hardness poking her tummy. She lifted on tiptoe, trying to trap his cock where she needed it. On feeling his cock push against the crotch of her panties, she exhaled loudly. It dawned upon her what she had done, and felt ashamed, followed by a strong dose of arousal swamping the feeling.

'I want you, William,' she hissed.

'You should have woken me earlier, naughty girl,' he said. 

He slapped her bottom, and pulled the skirt down. 'Tonight!' he promised. 

She gave him a big happy smile, and scooted off. Of course it was wrong, very wrong. As a teacher she shouldn't be sleeping with a student. He was over eighteen, so it was legal, but it was immoral, as well as being against the rules. Surrendering to him, promising to do as he told her, must be wrong. Had she submitted to him because she wanted to, or was there something wrong with her?

He said he loved her, and she had admitted to loving him. It was true, she had fallen head over heels for this wonderful lover, and caring young man. Did that make everything else alright? She felt so light headed, she walked on air. It was a wonderful feeling. She felt so happy, happier than she had ever been before.

William showered and dressed. In the kitchen Vicky was waiting for him.

'Morning, Will. What can I get you for breakfast. You need to keep your strength up, if you're going to keep me happy,' she beamed at him.

'A bacon sandwich, will do. I'll try some of your tea to go with it,' he said.

She teased William while cooking, then served him. 

'Is there anything else, sir. Anything, sir. You just have to say, sir, and your servant will do it,' she goaded him.

'Lean over the table,' he fiercely told her.

'I love it when your masterful, Will,' she cooed. 

'I'm just checking you've got panties on,' he said, around a mouthful of sandwich.

'Of course, sir. Your silly little serving girl keeps forgetting to wear her panties,' she giggled.

He felt her crotch, and sawed the edge of his hand up her crack, creasing the panties between cheeks and swelling lips.

'Mmm. That's a nice way to check me out, sir,' Vicky laughed.

'You are a naughty teacher. At least you've remembered your underwear this morning,' he commented.

'As long as you check every morning, I'll remember. So, I'm a naughty teacher. Does that mean you will spank your teacher, like a naughty little girl?' she simpered.

'I do believe you enjoy it,' he said.

'Something you taught me, sir,' she wittered, like a serving wench.

'I'll teach you more today,' he said, and pushed a finger past the crotch of her panties.

'I didn't forget, sir,' she coyly laughed.

'So I feel. It's good to find my teacher is being an obedient little pet-girl,' he told her.

'What's a pet-girl?' she asked.

'I'll show you at the weekend. There won't be time tonight, as we'll be playing a different game,' he teased.

'Can I take this thing out, sir. It feels full, and wobbles a bit when I walk,' she complained.

'It doesn't hurt then?' he asked.

'No. It's just a bit off-putting, that's all,' she said.

'I'll see you at first break. I'll decide then if you can remove it or not,' he told her.

He thought for a moment she might reject the whole thing. She was contemplating refusing his order, but then relaxed and gave in. 




Teacher Undressed Ch. 10



'I'm not sure if a teacher should be letting a student decide what to put in her vagina. Checking a teacher's pussy in class isn't covered in the rules, so I guess it's ok, this once,' she firmly stated. 

'You're not just my teacher, you're my teacher slut, and have to do as your told. Remember that!' he warned her.

'Of course, sir. Your devoted slut will do as she's told, sir,' she giggled.

He kissed her and left, again leaving by the back door, making sure he was the first to leave. The two teachers left by the front door, and got into Vicky's car, as it was her turn to drive to school.

***

Vicky became used to the sex toy inside her, except when she walked too quickly. An unexpected vibration in her vagina, sent a tingle right through her. It was nice, but disconcerting to be happening in school. Sitting down for the first class, a little too firmly, had her gasping. She turned it into a cough, with a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound of arousal.

As the class filed out, she asked one of the boys to find William. When he walked in at break time, it was a relief. 

'Please William, I need permission to remove the egg,' she whispered. 

There was no one in class, otherwise she wouldn't have dared whine to him like a stupid girl. As for mentioning the sex toy, that felt very strange, especially in her classroom. 

'No. You've not experienced its full potential yet. You must keep it in until lunchtime. I'll remove it, if you've been good,' he said.

'William! I'm your teacher, you can't leave me like this! It's naughty. It's distracting. Please, let me remove it, William,' she begged.

'Don't be a naughty teacher, or I'll spank you like the naughty girl you are,' he heavily spoke.

'Oh! Alright. I'll do as you say. Please promise me you'll take it out at lunch time,' she whined.

He could see she was loving it. She could take it out herself, but needed him to control her. It was different from May. She wanted him to make sensible decisions, whereas Vicky wanted him to push her into sexual adventures. As long as he kept her wondering what might be next, she would submit to him.

'Bend over your desk, naughty girl,' he demanded.

'William, I'm your teacher, you can't possibly expect me to. . . Oh!' she squeaked.

She had stood up for him to shove her over the desk. She made a feeble objection, but remained bent over, anticipating his next move. She physically vibrated from arousal. 

William pulled at her panties, rolling them between her cheeks. He slapped her bare bottom, and hoped she wouldn't scream.

'Owww!' she quietly gasped. 'Please, William, please don't spank me in my classroom. I promise to be a good girl. I'll be your obedient sex toy, and do whatever you want,' she whimpered, as he spanked her.

Vicky quietly cum. Damn! He had her worked up so much, it was dangerous. She let her skirt fall, and gingerly sat down. Her panties were still pulled between her cheeks. Now the front of her panties were sopping, and they were rolled between her engorged lips.

Her breathing was returning to normal, just in time. The next class filed in, and sat down in their usual places. 

'You can go now, William,' she tried to say with authority.

It was so difficult to regain a teachers' authority with William, especially after he had made her orgasm. She just hoped it didn't show on her face. Her vagina was still pulsing, as though gasping for his cock. The egg seemed all the more effective inside her sensitive pussy.

She focused on his hand, and what he was holding. No! With a class full of students she couldn't say a thing. He had a remote control for the egg, and was about to press a button. No! She silently pleaded. Please! She wanted to grovel for mercy.

She looked at her students, having settled down they were ready for the lesson. Miss Bourbon felt a vibration inside. She sat very still, yet it continued. 

'Should I go for ten, Miss Bourbon?' William asked.

She cleared her throat, unable to speak. Her voice sounded tight, as she advised, 'Just a pass, William, no need to aim that high.'

She watched him press another button, increasing the tremor inside her vagina. Glancing at her students she could see they weren't interested in what William was doing. She was keenly interested. She wanted to beg him to stop, yet she dare not utter a sound in her own classroom. Her quavering voice would betray her subservience to this boy.

'Thank you for your co-operation, Miss Bourbon. I'll see you at lunchtime,' he quietly added.

Vicky watched him walk out the door, not believing he would leave her in this awful state. The mild orgasm hadn't completed its cycle, when he started up the devil device. It enhanced the post orgasmic feelings, taking her back to an edgy feeling. It felt as though she were about to cum, yet she knew it wouldn't happen. She would be kept in an agony of anticipation, until he returned.

She quietly moaned. She put down the essay she was pretending to examine, as it shook in the grip of a trembling hand. She looked up at her class, trying to focus. They seemed to be waiting for her to cum. The students were patiently waiting for her to begin.

She cleared her throat, several times, and made a wobbly start. 

The students had been warned by Brian to behave in Miss Bourbons class, so they said nothing. They got on with assignments, pleased not to be receiving more work. They could see there was something wrong with her, but didn't really care much. Robert nudged his friend, and nodded toward the teacher.

They noticed she'd undone a button on her blouse, showing a bit of white bra. The sexy young teacher looked hot and bothered. Billy was about to grin back at Robert when he noticed her legs part. He couldn't take his eyes of her pale thighs, willing them to open up. 

She was engrossed in a students' work, trying hard to concentrate, so as to forget the insistent throbbing in her pussy. She felt hot and flustered, ready to orgasm, only terribly unable to reach nirvana. She wanted to go to the staff rest room, only she couldn't trust herself to even stand up without squealing. 

More room was needed to take the pressure off the walls of her vagina. It felt as though her entire insides were being stimulated. The very idea that it was one of her students who connived to put her in this position, was scary and exciting.

Miss Bourbon opened her legs a little more. The two guys had noticed she wore a shorter skirt than usual, and now they could see between her legs. They wanted to see more, and stared intently. Robert grabbed his friends arm, unable to tear his eyes away from the teachers crotch. They glimpsed a white flash of her panties, and grinned inanely. 

Susan, one of their friends, could have lifted her skirt to reveal her panties, and they wouldn't have been bothered. They would probably just comment, 'nice panties, Susie', just to keep her happy. She lost her skirt, or bent over inappropriately too often. If Miss Frobisher flashed her underwear, they would have felt queasy, and at the very least uncomfortable.

Miss Bourbon was a fit young woman, as well as being their teacher, which made a flash of panties exciting. She had been voted the sexiest teacher in school, by the guys. They knew Lucinda and her two friends voted for her too. The rest of the girls in class were disinterested in her crotch, though they wondered if something was wrong. It didn't take long for everyone else to notice their teacher was uncomfortable. 

Eighteen year old students had many years of practice avoiding a teachers attention. Usually while they were up to something. This time it was the teacher up to something.

Miss Bourbon looked engrossed in the papers she was reading, so they freely stared. They watched her twist another button free. Those close to the front heard her breathing heavily, almost gasping. The girls telegraphed around the classroom what they thought was happening. Unlike the guys, they wondered what she was reading. It must be good to bring her to such a pitch of excitement.

Aware that she had parted her legs, she swung them shut. She thought of it as shutting a door to her private place. Only a privileged person would be welcomed in, and that was William. Everything seemed to be associated with one thing, sex. She thought of her back door, and whether that should be secured, even against William. She had found out May was preparing her back door for him, so maybe she should too.

The pressure inside was too much, and unconsciously her legs parted. They swung open, wider this time. The girls wondered if she was alright, as she had always been a decent woman. Miss Bourbon had never taken any nonsense from the boys, yet now they were engrossed in her indiscretion. 

If only she could cum. She desperately needed the relief, and this lesson seemed to be dragging on far too long. 

At last the students began to file out. They had stood up without her noticing, and were almost out of the class before she became aware. 

'Are you alright Miss Bourbon?' one of the girls asked.

'Yes, Lucinda, thank you for asking. Not up to much, that's all,' she answered.

'I know how it is, frustrating isn't it, Miss. I can help you out, a massage in the first aid room, or something to relieve you, Miss. I could spend all lunchtime with you Miss,' Lucinda suggested. 

Her quiet, serious voice, was charming and silky smooth. Her voice was sensuous. Everything said, and done, was interpreted as sexual, so she told herself to ignore the innuendo. The girl was just being helpful.

'Here, let me help you, Miss,' Lucinda said, helping her up from the desk.

Miss Bourbon groaned, which would have sounded like pain to an inexperienced student. Lucinda could see the state she was in, though she wondered why. 

'Poor Miss Bourbon isn't well. I'll look after you, sweet thing,' Lucinda said.

She wrapped both arms around Miss Bourbon to steady her. 

'Thank you. I just need to stand for a moment,' she said.

'Don't worry, I've got you now, Miss,' Lucinda said, and gently kissed her.

'That's nice, but not necessary,' she lamely said.

The feel of being held and kissed, was electric. To a highly sensitised body it was difficult to resist. All through the lesson she had been worked up, and all she wanted was to cum. She was desperate for an orgasm.

'You shouldn't,' she quietly spoke. 

Ineffectually she tried to push the student away, though a part of her wanted more attention.

Lucinda licked Miss Bourbons lips, and sucked them into her mouth. She bit upon them, and slid her tongue in. She felt exhilarated when Miss Bourbon kissed her back.

Vicky knew it was wrong. She thought it was wrong to be cheating on William. That too was wrong. There was something else she should be aware of. Sexual satisfaction dominated her thoughts. The sensuousness of the girls kisses were wonderful. 

The throbbing in her pussy, and the kisses, were all she felt. 

Lucinda held the back of her teacher's head, and was exploring her bottom with the other hand. The back of the teachers dress was up, and she was delving into her panties. She loved the feel of a soft peachy bottom. She reached down to her puckered brownie, and gently pressed. It immediately gave way. It was a surprise, but she moved on. Exploring fingers found a wet mess around her thighs.

Their teacher had been getting hotter in class, and now she was super charged. Her pussy was open and ready. Lucinda stopped probing, in surprise at what she found. She carried on kissing the mouth that was trying to devour her, while she thought what it might be. Well, that was a surprise. She should have thought of it before. Miss Bourbon had a Chinese Egg in her pussy!

No wonder she was so stoked up. Lucinda found her bud, a small hard protuberance, much smaller than her own. A gentle massage had her teacher breathing hard, in sharp panting breaths. The smooth manipulation, softly catching her clit between fingers, brought her closer to an orgasm.

She couldn't resist pushing her teacher over the edge. Miss Bourbon groaned, and trapped the girls hand between her legs. There was no respite, as her student continued to manipulate her clit. 

Miss Bourbon almost collapsed, with her legs giving way. The large boned student held Miss Bourbon up, looking into the orgasmic face of her teacher. Her teachers face nodded onto her chest, beginning to recover. There was plenty of time, as it had only been a few minutes into lunch time.

Now sated, Miss Bourbon began to pull herself together. The damn thing was still there, vibrating away. After the orgasm it was now just a pleasant thrill. An nice addition to the afterglow that had her warmly steaming. 

'You enjoyed that, Miss Bourbon,' Lucinda teased.

'Thank you, Lucinda. I needed it. You can go to lunch now,' Miss Bourbon said, with as much authority as she could muster.

'Oh? I thought,' Lucinda began.

Miss Bourbon cut in to tell her, 'It's over, Lucinda. I had what I needed, and it was a nice experience. I prefer a man, and that's all there is to say.' 

'But, you can't just ignore what happened!' Lucinda sharply said.

'No, of course not. I'll remember it for a long time. Just one of the many experiences I'm going to have in life. You certainly know what you're doing. Clever girl, well done,' Miss Bourbon said.

She watched the girl trying to bring words together that might change her mind. Maybe she was thinking it would be the start of a relationship, or she could be blackmailed.

'Run along now. You need your lunch. Quickly, off you go,' Miss Bourbon encouraged, with a shove.

Lucinda turned her head in the doorway, looking confused. She stared at Miss Bourbon, to see her smiling to herself. Well, at least she made an impression. It didn't look as though she was vulnerable to blackmail. Especially as there was no proof. It could have been an interesting relationship. She had a teacher at a disadvantage, right where she wanted, or so she had thought. 

Walking down the corridor she wondered what it would have been like, to have a teacher at her feet, doing as she was told. It would have been fun teaching the teacher to lick her pussy. Still, she had her two acolytes at her beck and call. They had learnt to suck her pussy just the way she liked it. She would go and find them, as a consolation prize. Maybe she might find Susie, and recruit the exhibitionist into their coven.

***

William walked into the classroom, with a big smile on his face. Miss Bourbon looked at him, and found she couldn't face him. 

'Don't worry, Miss Bourbon. I saw Lucinda walk out of here, and I can guess what happened. The guys told me how distracted you were, and one of the girls loved telling me what they thought was happening. I take it you weren't reading a spicy book,' he laughed.

'That thing you made me insert was terrible. I couldn't cum, William. I was desperate. I couldn't resist Lucinda, so the girl took advantage of me,' Vicky complained.

'That's two experiences you can write down on your list. Just two of many to come. You did ask me to excite you in interesting ways,' he smiled at her. 

'Please, William, don't put me in a position that could jeopardise my job, and my career. Next time, please discuss it with me. I don't want to be put in a dangerous situation,' she moaned.

'Yes, you're right. Nothing too dangerous, or weird. Just exciting and sexy,' he said, sounding as though he meant it.

'Fun for me, or you?' she teased.

'Both of us, I hope. Where possible,' he teased her back.

A smile broke out across her face. She'd talked herself out of trouble with Lucinda, and had faith in herself to do so next time. It was worrying what her student might do to her next, and that excited her. 

***

After yesterday the guys took William's advice, intending to leave the teachers alone. Julian had been the difficult one, when he insisted on fucking the teachers, except now he had a girlfriend. He didn't want to upset her, so kept his hands off both teachers. He had a big smile on his face, which meant the girlfriend's promise of sleeping with him, had been kept.

The two teachers walked into the classroom dressed in sensible dresses. The guys wondered what they were wearing underneath, as there were no clues. No high heels, or outlines of a corset. Not even the outline of elaborate underwear showed. It would be a surprise for William too, as he left it up to them. The order had simply been to wear something sexy, for the afterhours class.

As usual their teachers turned their backs on the class to unbutton the dresses. They turned around with them open, revealing their version of sexy clothing. The students eyes brightened, on seeing the latest outfits. The teachers shrugged the dresses off their shoulders, turned around, and bent over to pick up the dresses.

It looked as though their teachers were naked. They wore sheer body-stockings, covering them from the neck down. When they bent over, the students could see between their legs was exposed.

As usual May outlined the class subject for that evening. She and Vicky stood before their students without flinching, or looking worried in the slightest. This was all a part of the customary routine over the last few weeks, so they just got on with it.

The guys looked as though they were concentrating on May's every word. They were intently studying the body stocking she wore. The occasional glance at Vicky to compare their figures was necessary. The sheer body stocking revealed all. Despite already knowing them well, they compared the teachers breasts, to confirm May had the largest. 

When they bent over to pick up the dresses, strategically placed gapes were seen. It would be difficult to get out of that rig in a stall, so a means of relief was needed. Although their breasts were covered, the other important naughty bits were not. They couldn't wait for their teaches to tour the classroom, dishing out advice. Could they possibly refrain from touching them, as promised to William?

The opening lecture was over. 'Are there any questions?' May asked.

William asked for help. May walked to his desk, and bent over his book. The guys sitting behind him craned their necks to see what was on show.

'I'm available, if anyone wants me,' Vicky smiled. 

She walked over to Billy and bent low over his desk to examine his work. Tom sat behind his friend, and had a good view of Miss Bourbon's wonderful round bottom. He too was examining something, his teachers bare crotch. 

'How do you want me, Billy. I'm at your disposal, for whatever you want,' she teasingly said.

'Err, this paragraph here, thanks, Miss Bourbon,' he hesitantly spoke.

'May I share you, Miss Bourbon,' Tom cheekily said.

'Of course, Tom. You can both have me at the same time,' she happily said.

They were both hesitant, even though they had got away with taking advantage yesterday. Her speech was full of innuendo's, and she was oblivious of showing off her body, so why not do it again. Tom glanced over at William, to see he was ignoring them.

William had both his teachers while they weren't hypnotised. As long as they didn't go too far, he didn't feel he could tell his friends off while the teachers were hypnotised. He would have to let this annoying behaviour continue for awhile, as much as it hurt him. He sat writing a set of instruction to reinforce the evenings cavorting, so the teachers wouldn't remember it. 

Julian watched William writing, and guessed they were instructions for both teachers. When he looked over William's shoulder yesterday, he'd glanced disinterestedly at the notes. He recalled seeing something at the top of the page, and tried to remember it. They were dates of battles, from history. He delved into his bag for a history book. It took a while, but he came across one of them, then the other. 




Teacher Undressed Ch. 10



Were these the phrases that put them into a hypnotic trance? If so he could take control of these two teachers, whenever he wanted to. He looked across to where his two friends were moving in on Miss Bourbon. She was an attractive woman, young and sexy, even when not so lewdly displaying her body. While the others enjoyed the teachers favours, he sat imagining what he might do with two sexy women.

Miss Grant walked over to Brian, with a warm smile on her face. 'You've done exceptionally well, Brian. I'm sure you will pass the exam next week,' she said.

'Thanks, Miss Grant. I wanted to thank you for all the help you've given me,' he said.

He was looking at her large breasts poised before him. They were held firmly behind sheer nylon, which covered her entire body. He'd seen what wasn't covered when she bent over. He was a breast man, but just for the hell of it he thought to reward her for all the thrills she gave the class. 

Without being asked, she bent over his desk to peer at his open book. His hand slid up a thigh to cup her cheeks, with fingers pressing at her crotch. His big fingers, on shovel like hands, were more than enough to hold all of her. He held his teacher's bottom in the palm of his hand, while tickling her pussy. 

It was soon wet, and soon began flowering. 

'That's nice, Brian,' she hoarsely breathed.

'Eh?' he said, and stopped playing with her pussy.

Miss Grant was about to say something rude, and only just refrained from embarrassing the boy. She must be anticipating William's visit this evening, for she felt frisky. A tingling down there, while in class, was very naughty. 

'I mean, err, this sentence here. Very nice, Brian,' she quietly said.

Brian relaxed and resumed the feather light touches to her lips. He slid a big chunky finger tip onto her bud, and pressed. The light touch could almost be ignored, except she was supersensitive, and jumped. 

'Anything wrong?' Brian innocently asked.

'Err, OK, Brian, just cramp, carry on,' she blustered.

There was something wrong. She was letting her imagination get the better of her. She looked across at William, hoping for help. It would be worse if she went to him, and became all the more stoked up, just by being close to him. It wasn't fair on this boy, who needed her help. She would have to bring herself under control, and not become so carried away. She ignored the pleasurable touches generated in her imagination. 

Brian almost laughed when his teacher told him to carry on. He pushed the finger up a little, sliding it over her lips, and into her openness. His finger was in his teachers pussy!

Miss Bourbon was shocked. Something was entering her, and it was too big to be a finger. She glanced behind her, expecting someone to be there screwing her. She closed her eyes, to clear the naughty thoughts. Of course no one was there. No one would dare take her from behind in her classroom. Or in any other position. She would become hysterical if she didn't ignore the ridiculous notion. She took a deep breath, and thought of William, calming her down as he could so well.

Brian gently pushed inside her with a fat finger, right up to his palm. He slowly withdrew it, and rubbed her large hard nub. He felt her pushing down on his finger, and this time entered her with two. He took it slowly until she loosened up. His fingers were right up inside his teacher, and he held onto her crotch, for the pure pleasure of it.

Miss Bourbon felt enormously frustrated. She pushed her whole body down, and up, with a faster rhythm. She needed a hard fucking, and looked at William with a pleading look. He was ignoring her, and she badly needed him right now.

Both teachers were practically naked, being fingered fucked by their students. If the principal walked in now, he would be shocked out of his mind. He was a stickler for the rules, and the dress code had definitely been ignored. The school rules didn't specifically state that a teacher shouldn't leave their sex bare, or that they shouldn't let students play with their sex in class. 

Maybe he would have an instant breakdown, and tell them to carry on, before quickly leaving. Miss Grant so wanted to reach an orgasm, but felt it couldn't be achieved. Miss Bourbon was so near an orgasm, she simply ignored that she was in school, and how inappropriate it was. She simply went along with it.

'Is that nice, Miss Bourbon?' Billy boldly asked.

'Oh! Yes!' she hissed between clenched teeth.

She couldn't ignore the finger up her ass, or the fingers in her pussy. They were almost touching through the thin walls of her vagina and bottom. The new sensation was so stimulating, she was stunned into acceptance, unable to move. 

'More! Deeper!' she whispered.

Tom had a finger up Miss Bourbon's ass exploring deep inside. With his free hand he pumped her tits. He pinched a nipple and she sighed with pleasure. 

Billy cupped her crotch in his palm with two fingers reaching as far as possible. His cock was hard as rock, and needing attention. He wondered if he could get her to sit on it. An image of her bouncing on his lap with his cock deeply embedded in her, was so alive, he cum in his pants. 

Tom was worried when his teacher painfully moaned. He stopped wiggling his finger and withdrew it. His friend had removed his fingers from her pussy, so he wondered what had happened. 

Miss Bourbon had been on the edge for awhile, ready to fall into an orgasm. Not a deeply satisfying one, but a small cum would be welcome, if nothing else was on offer.

Time was up and both teachers made their way, unsteadily, to the front of the classroom, feeling frustrated. The guys were visibly alive and pleased with themselves. Even Julian looked happy, though for a different reason. William, looked upset from letting his friends finger his two lovers.

On the drive to May's apartment, he wondered what he could do to get them free of the daily classroom romp. He hated what the guys were doing to his women. He had them to himself once he arrived, so he couldn't complain, much. Both his teachers were aware they had been hypnotised, and accepted it. They were willingly sleeping with him now, and both had a crush on him. 

The difficult situation over them being hypnotising at home had been resolved. The guys were happy, he was happy, and so were his teachers, so what could go wrong?



Teacher Undressed Ch. 11



All is revealed

'I can't believe you could do that to me, William! How could you!' Miss Grant quietly spoke, with suppressed anger.

At least she had stopped shouting. She'd pounded his chest with her screwed up fists, and burst out crying when he first told her. They were in bed together, ready for an early night. Being in bed with his teacher seemed so ordinary now, that they didn't give it a second thought.

'I'm so sorry, May. I wasn't in love with you then. It all started as a prank, and got out of hand,' he said. 

He looked miserable and guilty, and so he should, she thought. Hearing him say he loved her with such sincerity, softened the anger a little. It stirred powerful feelings for him. After all, why else would she be in bed with a student, if she hadn't fallen in love with him. Or was she just hooked on having uninhibited sex. 

Two weeks ago he admitted to having hypnotised her, and taken advantage of her vulnerable state. Consequently there had been doubts as to whether she could trust her own thoughts, and decision making. She fell in love with him and believed he was genuinely in love with her. In fact she couldn't help herself letting go, and become head over heels in love. 

He'd hypnotised her in class, and extended his power over her, until she was his sexual plaything at home. She'd reluctantly come to terms with that, from receiving his intense love and attention. 

It now turned out he hadn't told her the whole sordid story. 

'I feel so angry that you could expose me to your friends. I feel hurt, and betrayed, William,' she said.

'If I could go back and stop it, I would, honest. I understand how you feel. It's terrible, but I had to tell you,' he said.

'I was prancing around in my underwear, in class. That wasn't a bit of fun, it was dangerous. My job, my career, everything could have been taken away from me,' she said.

'I know. I'm so sorry. If you want me to go. . .' he offered.

'Yes, it might be for the best. . . No! Don't leave. You mean so much to me, William. We've been through so much together. . . I, I love you, William. Hug me,' she intensely whispered.

William wrapped his arms around her for an emotionally charged cuddle. He whispered in an ear, apologising and reassuring her.

'You haven't hypnotised me to fall in love with you, have you?' she asked.

'No, I haven't, honest,' he insisted.

'I understand how it happened, but can't forgive you, not yet. Did they touch me?' she asked.

'Yes,' he quietly admitted.

'Oh. Young guys seeing their teacher indecently exposed, how could they resist. They didn't go all the way did they?' she urgently asked.

'No. Only me, and not in class,' he quickly said.

'That's something I guess. Damn! You've lowered my moral standards so much. I should be livid, and throw you out over such a despicable thing. Maybe it's because I love you so much, you can do no wrong,' she said.

She stroked his hair, and face. She leaned forward to kiss him. They shared a lingering affectionate kiss. They were happy together, laying in bed, holding each other close. 

'All right, I'm calm now. Tell me what happened in class, everything,' she insisted.

'I was always there to look after you, May,' he said, feeling guilty.

'Just tell me. I want to know. . . to make sure, about my job. I want, err, need to know what they did to me. I just need to know, William,' she whispered.

She told herself it was for damage control, and to know if something had to be done to keep them quiet. 

'You bent over their desks, helping them with their work. In your underwear they could see your cleavage. The guys behind you could see your bottom,' he told her, and went quiet.

'Everything, William. You said they touched me,' she insisted.

'Brian touched your breasts, and Julian stroked your thighs. Alright, he touched the crotch of your panties,' he said, when she pushed for more.

'Brian touched your breasts, he likes breasts,' William added.

'Did he kiss them?' she asked.

'Yes,' he reluctantly admitted.

'He kissed my breasts, in my classroom. That's so wicked. Tell me how, William,' she implored him.

'He massaged your breasts, and sucked on your nipples,' he explained.

He looked at her closely and realised she was hot. He knew her well enough, though it was obvious enough to see she was getting excited. If this was a way out of trouble, he would continue. While she was sexed up he could get away with telling all.

'Julian stroked your thighs, while you bent over his desk. He pressed at the crotch of your panties. When you became wet, he pushed a finger into your panties,' he said.

'Did he play with my pussy in class?' she heavily breathed.

'Yes. He ran his finger up your slit, and thumbed your clit. When you opened up to him, he fingered you,' he said.

'Oh, God! One of my students finger fucked me in class!' she panted.

'When you leant over Billy's desk he played with your breasts. He squeezed them, and pinched your nipples. Tom was behind you massaging your bottom. As you became aroused, they became bolder, rubbing you between the legs. Billy had a hand on a breast, with another between your legs. He rubbed your clit, while his friend rubbed your bottom,' he said.

'Oh yes! Two boys, playing with me, down there. In my classroom, the two of them teasing and rubbing, my sex,' she said, between deep breaths.

'Tom pushed a finger into your bottom, while Billy finger fucked you. They both had a breast to fondle, and pinched your nipples,' he whispered into an ear.

'Oh! God! William, fuck me! Fuck your bad teacher. Use your fuck toy. Fuck your dirty slut,' May begged.

He took a hand away from her sex, and the other from her breasts. He'd been demonstrating what his friends did to her. When he slid on top of her, she wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his cheeks. She couldn't wait for him to find her, she impatiently grabbed his cock, and pushed it into place. With both hands on his hips, and with her heels, she pulled him down, while thrusting up with her hips.

She set up a fast pace, encouraging him to fuck her wildly. She was out of control, keening like an animal. A curious wailing noise escaped her lips. The orgasm took her over completely. William looked on as though it had nothing to do with him. He was an amazed spectator. He wondered what she would say, after reacting to the sordid details so blatantly.

They lay quietly for awhile, deep in thought. He could point out she had been excited over what happened in class, but he still felt guilty. He could see her mind working, trying to make sense of what just happened. 

'I'll leave you to think it over. I'd better go tell Vicky,' he quietly said.

He knew Vicky would take it better than May. Though May had ended up taking it wonderfully just now. He didn't think anything of it, when he walked naked into a teacher's bedroom. He was so welcome, neither did she.

'Wow! May enjoyed herself. She was screaming the house down. What did you do to her?' Vicky asked.

'The same as I'm going to do to you,' he teased.

'Mmmm, can't wait,' she laughed, and licked her lips.

'I've got something to tell you,' he seriously spoke. 

'Don't worry, whatever it is, I can do it,' she said.

'You might not like this,' he said.

'My ass, you want to fuck my ass,' she said, not smiling now.

He looked at her, wondering how it had come to this. One of his teachers was offering her ass to fuck. She reached over to the bedside cabinet, and handed him a jar.

'You'll have to grease me up,' she said, and giggled with embarrassment.

This isn't what he intended. If it softened her up enough to accept the sordid classroom antics, then why not.

While he rubbed grease into her bottom, he asked, 'Have you done this before?'

'I read about it on the net. You'll be the first to use your teacher's virgin ass,' she giggled.

'Why though?' he asked.

'I said before, I'm making up for lost time. I'm going to try everything. Only once, if I don't like it. Mmm, that feels nice,' she cooed.

His finger slipped inside, up to his palm. He wriggled it around, and received a sound of approval. He too wondered what it would be like. He slapped a cheek to say he was finished. She moved up onto all fours, and looked around at him with an expectant look. He figured she wasn't so confident now.

'You sure you want to do this?' he asked.

'Don't knock it until you've tried it,' she said, sounding nervous.

He slipped off the bed, and pulled her hips to the edge.

'Be gentle with your teachers ass, William,' she quipped, trying to sound confident.

He positioned his penis at her asshole, and fingered her some more, to loosen her up. He pushed at her little puckered hole. She tried to relax, and after a moment the head of his cock eased in. She gave a little screech, maybe of pain, or perhaps from fear of the unknown. He held still for a moment, letting her get her breath back. 

'Bugger me, William. Fuck your teacher's ass,' she insisted.

He slowly pushed, and found he was all the way in. Her ass was so tense, he had to be careful. Her anal muscles were stronger than her vagina, gripping him so firmly it felt good. It was no wonder a man appreciated this position. What a woman got out of it was a mystery to him, for surely it hurt.

'Hold still. I feel so full, it's amazing! I can feel it in my vagina too,' she said, sounding perplexed.

He started to pull out, until its head was only just in. He figured he couldn't pull out if she held on, it was that tight. He pushed in, until there was nothing left to give.

'Tell me that's all, please! I can't take any more,' she whimpered.

'Shall I pull out?' he asked.

'No, we've gone this far, let's just do it. Take it easy, don't hurt me,' she pleaded.

William began to slowly fuck his teacher's ass. The strong grip upon his cock was marvellous. He would have to be careful not to get carried away, which would be painful for her. He heard her moaning, so stopped.

'Keep going! Fuck your dirty teacher's ass, William,' she said, through gritted teeth.

He started up again, with more enthusiasm. He caught onto her wanting to be his teacher, while he took her. She did this sometimes, for the extra thrill.

'I'm fucking your ass, Miss Bourbon. Your a dirty teacher, Miss Bourbon, taking a student's cock up your ass,' he said.

'Please be gentle with your teacher, William. Don't fuck your teacher too hard, please, William,' she whined.

'I'll keep your pussy for me, and let my friends fuck your ass, Miss Bourbon,' he said.

'Please don't let your friends fuck my ass in class! Please, William! I promise to keep my ass for you, no one else. I promise not to give my ass to your friends to fuck. I'll be your personal fuck toy, honest, William. Keep me as your little fuck toy, William. Please, William!' she begged.

'I'm doing it! I'm going to cum up your ass, Miss Bourbon,' he announced. 

It sounded as though he were being strangled.

'Careful, William, don't wreck me,' she pleaded.

'I'm going to give you a sperm enema, Miss Bourbon,' he grunted.

'Oh! Shit! I can feel you spurting up my ass! You're buggering your teacher, William. Slow down, William, it's hurting, gently please,' she begged.

He held her still by the hips. His cock was shoved deeply up her ass, and he held it there. He could feel every judder of his cock. Strings of cum kept spraying up inside his teacher's ass. His legs felt weak, and the grip on her hips fell away. They both fell onto the bed, replete. For once he didn't notice if she had an orgasm, or even care.

Eventually he asked, 'Did I hurt you, Vicky?'

'At first, and I'm sore now. Once you were in, it was really something different. A completely different feeling. Nice, from feeling so full. Your penis felt huge and powerful in my bottom. I didn't know the wall between anus and vagina was so close. I could feel it in my vagina when you pushed deep. When you came you really shoved hard. Next time you'll have to watch that. I've never see you like that before. You were really out of it, spurting loads up me, a gallon at least,' she laughed.

'Next time? You want me to do it again?' he asked.

'Well, maybe. I'd need to prepare better, and not until the soreness goes,' she warned him.

She changed her tone of voice to sound submissive. It was unusual since her inhibitions had been released. Recently she was ready to try anything. William assumed she wanted to play a game, and was putting on the submissiveness.

'Now you've taken me in every hole, you've mastered me, William. You're now my master, and that makes me your sex slave. I could be your three hole fuck doll, or your pet-girl. How do you want me, William? It's up to you now, as you own your teacher. I'm just your little sex toy, belonging on the end of your cock,' she submissively spoke.

She was looking up at him, through long eyelashes, teasing him. She clearly wanted to play, but he had other plans.

'I'll think about it, and tell you. Right now I need to tell you something,' he said.

'You're always so serious, William. Lighten up, and play,' she complained.

'I will spank you naughty teacher, if you don't behave,' he firmly told her.

'Yes, sir, sorry, sir. Your pathetic little sex slave will listen to her master,' she whined.

His teacher sat up with an exaggerated look of paying attention, as though in class. Except she was naked. Her large nipples were pointing at him, which destroyed the image of a responsible teacher. He rolled her over onto her tummy, and slapped her bottom.

'Are you really going to pay attention, Miss Bourbon? You are a naughty little pet-girl and will be thoroughly spanked if you misbehave. I'll rub your nose in pee, if you're a bad puppy-girl,' he said, trying to sound angry.

'Oooo, your going too far, William. Thanks for trying. I'm not sure I like being spanked anymore. Sorry! Tell me,' she quickly said, when he raised his hand.

His thoughts strayed over how weird his life had become. He was sitting on a teachers bed, naked. He'd just taken her virgin asshole, and threatened to spank her, if she didn't pay attention. He often stopped to think how lucky he was to have a harem of sexually willing teachers. Did two sexy teachers make a harem? 

Perhaps he should ask his English teacher tomorrow, how many teachers does it take to make a harem. He gave Vicky a concise version of what he told May.

'Wow! How did Miss Grant take it?' she asked.

'Not up the ass like you!' he teased her.

'That's why she was shouting. Later, the yelping, that was her usual sex noise, only louder. Did she get off on it? When you told her about the guys in class? Oh! Shit! The dirty bitch. Who would have guessed,' Vicky laughed.

'Alright, what do you think about it?' William asked.

'Well, I guess, what I don't know won't hurt me. It was a bit creepy at first. Now I wish I could remember what happened, so I could enjoy it. That's a thought, the classes are still going, so can we do it again. I mean, without being hypnotised? It would be something to tick off my list,' she explained.

'You want to be fingered in class?' William asked, sounding miffed.

'I don't know if I'll like it until I try it. I could pretend to be hypnotised, and carry on as usual,' she suggested.

William figured he'd released a sex animal. She'd been a quiet and demure young woman, and now she wanting to try every sexual deviancy she could think of. 

'I could change the trance, for you to remember it all,' he said.

'That would work. It'd be even better, as I'd be helpless to stop them doing anything they wanted with me. I wouldn't be able to say no, to a bunch of randy young guys!' she enthusiastically yelped.

'Well, I'd be there to protect you,' William pointed out.

'Thank you William. I owe you so much, and I love you for what you've done for me. You've liberated me. You must think I'm terrible. Please don't be angry with me. I really do love you, but I feel compelled to try things. There, I've admitted it, and it feels so good to say I love you,' she smiled, and grabbed him.

'I understand, or at least I think I do. No, I don't. You sure you want to go through with it, in class I mean,' he asked.

'Don't look so worried. I really want to try everything. Maybe only once, then settle down to what I like. I like you making love to me, William,' she said, snuggling up to him.

'I love you, Vicky,' he relented.

'How does it feel to have two teachers in love with you?' she unexpectedly asked.

'Strange sometimes. Most of the time, it's great, then the responsibility of it hits me. I feel protective of you both. Oh! What about May, I don't think she'll go through with it. You can't go prancing around naked in class without her joining in,' he pointed out.

William cheered up, for he didn't like the idea of his lovers being available to his friends. 

Vicky remembered May, moaning and groaning loudly, while William told her what happened in class. She smiled, and was again surprised over her colleagues reactions. The staid and respectable woman, was bedding a student, but would she agree to playing around in class?

'Let's talk to her, right now,' Vicky said, and jumped off the bed.

She practically dragged William to May's room. All three were naked, nestling up to each other in May's bed. William looked worried over May's reaction, doubting she would agree. A responsible teacher wouldn't agree to walk around her classroom, in front of her students, while naked. May was known as a martinet for the rules. No, May wouldn't, so that meant Vicky couldn't either.

***

William hadn't taken part in their discussion over what to do about his latest revelation. They had sent him out of the way, to make the coffee. The two agreed on how to react, but didn't confide in him. The most they could do was confront the class, and swear them to silence. Even that would be dangerous, as they had as much to lose as the guys. The teachers would lose their jobs, and the guys could lose their places in college. He would most likely go to prison.

Sitting in class, he figured they would probably just keep quiet about the whole sordid affair. Neither of his teachers had summoned him today, and they had been cool over breakfast. Whatever they decided, he would respect their wishes, and support them wholeheartedly. 

When they walked in, his heart beat faster. Right then he realised how much he loved them both. No one had warned him you could be in love with two women at the same time. They didn't look at him, while he studied them, trying to gauge what they were going to do.

'This is your last week here, before the exams. Right now you will pass, I have no doubt about that. This week we will revise all that you have learnt, or should that be learned?' she laughed, though the guys didn't follow.

'I want you to practice writing dialogue, in this session. As usual Miss Bourbon and I will give you help. From tomorrow there will be no new assignments. We will review all that has been written, over the last few weeks,' she said.

'I'm pleased with your performance, and congratulate you all on your hard work, well done class,' she said, and gave them a big smile.

The two teachers were standing either side of the desk, well apart from each other, as usual. Though they hadn't removed the dresses, as they would have previously. It looked as though everyone would be disappointed, and he would have to take the hassle. He preferred that, to seeing them being mauled by his friends.

They looked at each other, and Miss Bourbon nodded to Miss Grant. Miss Grant turned away from her colleague, looking nervous. How different this was from when Miss Bourbon joined this classroom. Vicky was now the confident one, in her history classroom, and this one.




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Miss Bourbon cleared her throat, for attention. Miss Grant looked at William, trying to summon up the courage to continue. William looked at her, and smiled. A silent message was transmitted between the two of them. Whatever they decided, he would support them. He was there to look out for them.

Together they slowly unbuttoned the dresses, taking their time in a tantalising strip show. For a moment he thought Miss Grant wouldn't go through with it. The ordinary looking dresses were split down the front, revealing a touch of red underwear. 

As one they shrugged the dresses off their shoulders, and the guys breathed out, a collectively held breath of anticipation. They stood a moment, as still as a painting, or rather, naughty centrefolds. They glanced at each other, and turned around to pick up the dresses.

Miss Bourbon couldn't resist wiggling her near bare bottom. Miss Grant was stiff and awkward looking. She was as nervous as hell, now that she was aware of what she was doing. Still hypnotised, they would perform as usual, only they would be aware of what was befalling them.

Miss Gant wasn't happy at all. Becoming carried away with the thought of the boys touching her in class, was one thing. Being there, letting them fondle her naked body was another thing entirely. She'd let Vicky talk her into it, with the promise she could back out at any time.

'Who wants to be first with me,' Miss Bourbon coquettishly asked.

Miss Grant walked over to William, and whispered to him, 'I'm frightened, William. Tell me what to do,' she said, with a trembling voice.

'Calm down, May. You'll be alright. You've made the decision with Vicky, so you've got to carry it through now,' he said. 

He had to be firm with her, even though he wanted to tell her to get dressed.

'Do I have your permission to carry on, sir?' she plaintively asked.

He realised the nervousness was from arousal, so dismissed her reluctance. Containing his anger, he told her, 'You have my permission, May. Go ahead, and continue as usual,' he firmly told her.

'Thank you, William,' she said.

William had one of those moments when he was amazed with how things had developed. He'd just given one of his teachers permission, to let the guys finger fuck her. She'd actually asked for his blessing, to prance around the classroom in sexy underwear.

She looked over her shoulder at Brian and Julian, and suggestively wiggled her bottom. It wasn't a conscious move, more a reaction as to how aroused she was feeling. 

The teachers were identically dressed, or undressed. They wore red silk corsets, tightly laced, pinching their waists. The breasts were held up, exposed, over a silky smooth corset. Her wriggling bottom was covered by nothing, except a red ribbon pulled between her cheeks. Her pussy was barely covered by a filmy triangle of material. Four straps were pulled taught from the corset, holding up sheer stockings.

Miss Bourbon walked over to Billy and Tom, in shiny red high heels. There was a wiggle to her walk, with a matching look of enticement on her face. Her breasts wriggled around on the corset platform. Her nipples were already stiff, and engorged from anticipation. 

She was no longer the diffident teacher she once was. Miss Bourbon was out to experience pleasure, and to discover what pleasured her the most. At that moment she had two students in her sights. 

Billy and Tom hadn't noticed her breasts, as they were keenly examining her pussy. From the wiggle of her hips, her pussy lips were pushed up and down, and side to side. It looked as though something alive, and exciting, was pulsing inside that tiny triangle of red silk. Her lips were pulsing, engorged, becoming more excited with every step.

'Who wants me first, guys?' she asked. 'I guess it would be difficult for me to take you both at once. Maybe Tom would like to join in, while I take care of you, Billy,' she suggestively said.

The guys were quietly absorbing a close up view, of their almost naked teacher. They knew better than to just reach out to fondle her. William had taught them to restrain their desire, for a trouble free reward. The advice would serve them well with a future girlfriend, though they weren't thinking of that, or much else except their teacher.

'What do you want, Miss Bourbon?' Tom asked.

He hadn't been listening, while too absorbed in ogling her body. 

'It's a pleasure to serve you guys, you are so attentive to your teacher,' she giggled.

She bent over Billy's desk, displaying a heart shaped bottom. The thin line of silk partially obscured her asshole, which was wiggling before his face. Her lips were engorged, and bulging between her thighs. The thin silk purse trying to hold them, was failing. His teachers pussy lips were slowly pushing their way out, escaping around the edges of the silk cup, and were glistening with moisture. 

She looked over her shoulder, with a smile on her face. This time she was evidently enjoying herself, though the boys didn't notice any difference. Before, she had been nervous over what she was doing, or rather, letting happen to her body. Now she was eager to experience something new.

'Would you like to join us? I can have you both at once then,' she drawled.

Tom stood beside his teacher. She leaned over Billy, pushing her breasts into his face, and pressing her bare bottom against Tom. It all seemed familiar, though she couldn't remember it from past lessons. 

Billy opened his mouth, and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Miss Bourbon stifled a moan. Belatedly she realised it was impossible to stop them helping themselves to her body. This time she was aware of what was happening to her, though exactly as before, she was trapped into this routine. Like it or not, she would be an observer in this play, unable to stop, or even influence the action.

She felt a hand between her thighs, and a hand on her breast. One stroking, with the other squeezing. The gentle fondling was arousing, and she couldn't resist becoming sexed up. She was no longer sure of herself, wondering if she had been wrong to play this game.

Billy was sucking on her breast, trying to suck as much of it into his mouth as possible. Tom was fondling the other. His hand was stroking her bottom, which meant Billy must have his hand between her legs.

Miss Bourbon told herself she had wanted to try this, to experience everything possible. What she hadn't accounted for was that she was helpless, after being hypnotised every day for so long. So now, she was in a classroom, helpless to stop two students playing with her naked body. What if they decided to do something horrible to her, what then?

Tom's fingers moved between her cheeks, pressing against her asshole. It was still sore from when William took her. No longer a virgin hole, the finger eased in and was soon burrowing inside. 

Vicky shuddered. It was so difficult not to yelp, but she held back. A boy she hardly knew, had his finger buried in her bottom, up to his palm. She could feel his hand cupping her cheeks, and he was wiggling his finger. Her body relaxed, responding to his insistent exploration. Being fingered in class was exciting after all!

Billy's hand palmed her wet sex, squishing it around. There was no denying how sexed up she was. She was open, and unashamedly inviting him in, by pressing against his hand. A finger pulled across her slit, pinching her lips, rubbing against her bud. A hiss of appreciation escaped between pursed lips.

Fingers entered her vagina! Through the sensitive walls separating vagina from rectum, she could feel the two sets of fingers. The sensitivity was profound. Vicky was completely absorbed, concentrating on the unusual sensation. For a moment she was distracted, when Tom sucked a nipple into his mouth. Both her breasts were being sucked, and bitten.

Her body was beyond excited, from the intense stimulation of two young men, using her body. Fingers were wriggling and stroking inside intimate places. Palms were pressed against her lips, and bottom. Hands were stroking thighs, and other sensitive places. Lips were sucking, teeth were biting, breasts and nipples. The intensity of sensations, produced a powerful arousal. 

Miss Bourbon was lost to a world of stimulation, all the more so as it was in a classroom, where others could see her arousal. It was unthinkable, yet she was totally unable to resist two students taking her, if they chose to. An orgasm hit her quietly. Another followed before the first had subsided, and before her mind had a chance to recover. The boys propped her up, holding on tight. She was hardly prepared, when another wave of orgasms rolled through her, one after another.

Miss Grant walked over to Julian and Brian. She felt anxious from being aware for the first time what might happen. According to William she had been undressed like this in class before, which accounted for it feeling a usual occurrence. What she was committed to next was worrying, even frightening. 

Not being the one in control, or in authority in her classroom, was daunting. Being aware of her students touching her body, and unable to stop them, was frightening. After several weeks of hypnosis these commands were firmly seated in her mind. They were a routine that couldn't be changed. She shivered a little, mistaking that for fear, when it was really arousal. 

She told herself to go through with it, just to find out what had been happening in her classroom. Each day she was leaving more decisions to William, and he had given her permission for this. The excuses were weak, and she knew it. A perverse need to be humiliated drove her on.

'Have you managed to write some dialogue?' she asked.

'Yes, Miss Grant. Thanks for the extra tuition, I feel confident of passing now,' he smiled at her.

She looked magnificent as usual. Who would have thought the dowdy teacher they knew through high school, could look so sexy. He had a hard-on from just looking at her. There was an urge to touch her, while she stood so tantalising close. A promise to his girlfriend, not to play around with anyone else, kept his hands still. 

Miss Grant lent over his book, brushing a bare breast against his cheek. He nuzzled it, and licked a nipple. Picturing his girlfriend, and remembering what she promised, kept him from going further. Who would have guessed he would demure from taking advantage of an available teacher. She was damn sexy, and not just because she was his teacher, or lewdly undressed in class.

Miss Grant felt a tongue tease a nipple and lost concentration. She gabbled on for a moment, with a mind befuddled with sexual arousal. William had told her Julian had stroked her thighs, and finger fucked her. He didn't seem interest now. 

Miss Grant realised she craved more. It was terrible to realise how debased she had become. This was all wrong, letting a young man touch her, and do things to her. In her classroom, with a student, made it worse. She just couldn't help wanting it to happen. Was it because she was helpless to resist from hypnosis, or that William would make sure they didn't go too far?

'Carry on, Julian, you're doing fine,' she weakly smiled.

Taking a moment to recover, she then turned to Brian, and said, 'I'm pleased to say you have progressed far more than anyone else, Brian. You need to revise, but will pass, I'm sure.' 

'Thanks, Miss Grant. I appreciate all the help you've given me,' he smiled up at her.

Miss Grant leaned over his book, to read his work. She nudged his face with a bare breasts, and rubbed his face with an engorged nipple. Her breathing was slow and deep. The panties couldn't cope with such swollen lips. They pushed either side of the sodden material, rudely protruding, as she became more excited. Anticipating a student's mauling, her breasts was buzzing, sending electric flashes through her nervous system.

Brian had watched her approach, with breasts bouncing in the cups of the corset. He loved big plump breasts, and the sight of his teacher's tits, was the biggest thrill ever. Knowing they were available had him hard, as soon as she had revealed them. 

He slowly turned his head, relishing the feel of a nipple grazing his lips. Her nipples seemed so much larger than before. He gently sucked it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. One of the cheerleaders had nice breasts, though not as large as Miss Grant's. What spoilt it for him were the nipple piercings, where Miss Grant had big natural tits.

He sucked as much of a breast into his mouth as he could, enjoying the soft firm touch. He lifted his hand to her other breast, to palm it, then caught the engorged nipple between two fingers. He carefully squeezed it, and rubbed the whole breasts. His large hands encompassed the big soft tit, mauling it with appreciation. Without thinking about it, he suckled on his teacher's breast, as though milking it.

Miss Grant threw her head back, when her student sucked her breast into his mouth. The sensation was wonderful. She groaned out loud, unable to hold back her feelings. She looked down at him when he began suckling on a nipple. She cupped his head in both hands, encouraging him to suck on the engorged nipple. 

A hand was felt between her legs, and she moaned. Her breathing rate increased, with shallow gasps. Her thighs and lips were being tickled. Light touches and smooth strokes teased her sex. She wanted to tell him to penetrate her sex. She needed to feel something enter her. A finger would do. 

She looked over at William, feeling guilty, but he had his head down, writing. Her man was ignoring what was happening to her. Was this permission to carry on, or did he find it squalid and distasteful. Miss Bourbon was well away on the path to an orgasm. Billy and Tom were working her up into a frenzy. Her colleague was helpless in their hands, being fingered, possibly in both places down there. 

Miss Grant was encouraged to continue, though she didn't have the motivation, or the power to stop. There was little choice, except to let Brian do whatever he wanted. Seeing Miss Bourbon so far gone, left her able to just let go. Feeling a finger pushing the crotch away, to find her clitoris, pushed her close to the edge.

In her classroom she was being fingered by a student, and watched by another. This was humiliating, and sordid. Perversely she revelled in the feeling of being a dirty bitch on heat. Not being responsible for her actions left her to enjoy being taken advantage of. 

Julian grinned a the two of them. Brian had their teacher in a firm grip, sucking and fondling her body. He'd been in trouble with his friends for touching their teachers pussy. Now they were all at it, with Miss Bourbon and Miss Grant. Miss Bourbon had the two of them, working her like a puppet, with fingers up inside her. Her head was rocking back and forth as they finger fucked her pussy and asshole. Little gasping noises escaped her pursed lips. She wore a sex face, and was near an orgasm. He wondered which of his teachers would cum first, and his money was on Miss Bourbon.

He turned back to see Brian's hand working its way into Miss Grant's panties. Her eyes were slits, and he wondered if she could see him. Her head slowly leaned forward toward him. He leant in to kiss her on the lips, and was surprised to feel her open her mouth.

He'd had his fingers in her panties, now he had his tongue in a teacher's mouth. It felt exciting to be kissing this particular teacher. He wondered what miss Bourbon tasted like. If he bothered to go over to her, he could take her mouth, while she was so out of it. He thought of face fucking one of them, then dismissed the idea. That would definitely be cheating on his girlfriend. 

Miss Grant could see Julian watching her. He leaned forward and their lips connected. A groan opened her mouth, when Brian rubbed her clitoris particularly hard. At the same moment she felt Julian's tongue enter her mouth. Unaccountably it felt as though he was taking her. One of her students, in her classroom, was entering her!

The orgasm came unexpectedly. A small unsatisfying cum tingled her belly. As it was about to pass, Brian's finger entered her, with his thumb pressing hard against her clit. The orgasm upped a notch, and continued. His busy fingers upped the orgasm into an unexpectedly long drawn out satisfaction. 

Her breasts were being mauled, pinched, and sucked. Her pussy was being worked hard. In her classroom she was submitting to one of her students, unable to escape his manipulation of her near naked body. All this while another student looked on, ready to take advantage of her helplessness. This fulfilment of a fantasy was tremendous. 

***

William drove back to his apartment in a temper. There was no way he could condone what happened in class. It was his fault for releasing their hidden dark desires. With greater experience he might have anticipated what was happening to them. Even Miss Grant was out of control. 

With a vacuum cleaner he banged around the place, hitting out at innocent furniture. The telephone rang, but he didn't hear it. He slammed the oven onto a pizza, made a coffee, sat down in the kitchen, and tried to calm down.

The phone rang again, startling him out of deep thoughts. The line was alive, but no one spoke. He was about to slam it down on another cold caller, when a voice coughed, then murmured something.

'Who is it?' he demanded.

'Sorry, William,' Miss Grant said, and choked off.

'What do you want?' he said.

'Please don't be angry with me, William. I'm sorry, very sorry,' she offered.

'So you should be,' he said, at last calming down.

Again he figured it was his fault, and so he shouldn't take it out on her.

'Please come round and see us. We can talk, and sort things out,' she said, sounding very sorry for herself.

'I've just put a pizza in the oven,' he said.

'Vicky can make you something for when you get here. What would you like?' she asked.

'I'd like my teachers to behave themselves in class,' he said.

'Yes, well, I agree. It's up to you. Whatever you want, we'll do, honest. Please, come round and tell us what to do, please, William,' she said. 

Sounding as though she were crying, finally got to him. He at least owed it to them to talk, and try and put things right.

'OK,' he said, and put the phone down. 

He found his keys thrown on the floor when he arrived, then had to go back to turn the oven off. He left the pizza there, thinking he would return that evening. 

***

'William, thank you for coming, I hope you can forgive us. We need to sort out what happened, and not let it happen again,' Miss Grant said, sounding contrite.

'I guess so. Was it my fault?' he asked.

'No, not completely. You didn't make us do. . . what happened in class. At least, not this time. Let's eat, and discuss it later. We'll see what the three of us can come up with. I don't want to lose you, and neither does Vicky. We love you, William, really love you. Do you still feel the same?' she timidly asked.

He looked at his teacher, declaring her love for him, and melted.

'Of course. Yes, I love you both. You're right, we need to talk about where we go from here,' he relented.

After a silent meal, they sat in the lounge, all three looking sheepish.

'You didn't like what we did in class, so we won't do it again,' May stated.

Vicky nodded, although she only partially agreed. It had been an exciting experience, though for the sake of keeping the peace, she was willing to agree.

'Even though it was through hypnosis, you've guided us, and released us from inhibitions that constricted our lives. do you agree, Vicky?' May asked.

'Yes, for sure. I was screwed up before you did things to me,' Vicky acknowledged. 

'Do things to you? You mean I hypnotised you and took advantage of you. Both of you. Wasn't that wrong?' he asked.




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'Yes, it was wrong. But, it's all worked out well, sort of,' May said, looking unsure.

'I still want to play, William. I want to play games with you. I've never felt so free and happy. Don't leave me. I'll be good, and please you, I promise. Just tell me what you want me to do,' Vicky plaintively spoke.

'Yes! Tell me what you want, and I'll do it,' May confirmed.

'I'm not sure. I think the hypnosis should be cleared, and leave you both free to do as want. You're both out of control,' he firmly stated.

'If that's what you want, then sure. Only, please stay with us, and look after us,' May pleaded.

'What does that mean, look after you?' he queried.

'Whatever you want it to mean, William,' she sincerely said.

'You're special, because you make us happy, and have our interest at heart. We want you to spend time with us. You love us and we've fallen in love with you, William. You know how to please us. Let's face it, she means we want you to fuck us,' Vicky giggled.

May sighed over Vicky's crude statement, even if it was true. 

'That's right, all of it. We trust you to look after us, William. What do you want us to do. Whatever you want, we will try to do,' May said.

'Anything!' he said.

'Yes, sir, anything you want. We'll be your harem girls. If you like we'll be your slave girls, pandering to your every whim,' Vicky offered.

'I'm not sure that's what is on offer,' May said. 

She sternly looked at Vicky. William too looked at her, thinking this is exactly what he meant, when he said they were out of control. He set his jaw, determined to sort them out. 

'I will. You both need to be brought back to being sensible, and responsible teachers. If you promise to do as you are told, I will be here for you. I will have to be in control of you both. If you don't behave I will punish you, and reward you for good behaviour,' he heavily spoke.

'Err, well, I'm not sure. . .' May began.

'I agree, William. Whatever you say. I will be your obedient slave,' Vicky promised.

May looked at her colleague, and a feeling of disquiet overtook her. Was she much different from Vicky? Not so far gone as her, but she had lost control in school. William could undo much of the bad behaviour, though she didn't want to return to how she was. Looking back, she had been destined to become a bitter, single old woman. 

'Yes, William,' she muttered. Not to be outdone, May slid off the sofa, onto her knees. 'Whatever you say. I promise to obey your rules, and be your dutiful slave,' she promised.

William hadn't meant this to happen. Such an offer showed how far their morals had given way, leaving them acting like wanton sluts. He couldn't leave them like this, as he owed them so much. He must do the decent thing, and help them recover their dignity. 

A sudden flip in his thinking almost made him laugh. Shit! Two of his teachers were offering themselves as slaves. They were kneeling at his feet, waiting for him to agree to be their master. Maybe it would suit them all, and enable him to put them right. 

'Good. Being naughty in your apartment is one thing, but it's not allowed in school. We can play sexy games here, and have fun. Here, we can live how we want to. From now on I shall be strict with you, and demand obedience. What do you say, slaves?' he demanded.

'Yes, master, whatever you say, master,' Vicky smiled, while managing to be sincere.

May heard her friend debase herself in front of a student, and had to remember how special he was. A feeling of profound love gripped her heart, knocking all resistance aside. A further moment passed before she relented. 

'Yes, master, whatever you order your slave will obey,' May promised.

At his feet they lowered their heads in submission, recognising their new position. William figured Vicky was playing a game, and wondered how long before she became bored. May was influenced by Vicky's act, and as usual was throwing herself whole heartedly into the role.

This wasn't a punishment for what they did in class, as that would be unfair. He looked at them with a stern expression, wondering how long they would squat at his feet. 

'Come here, slaves,' he chuckled.

They hastily joined him on the sofa for a threesome hug. He meant what he said. He would be strict with them, and demand they obey his rules. Being treated like slaves wasn't exactly going to help them recover from the hypnosis. Though it would be a bit of fun for awhile. He laughed happily. He had to reminded himself these were his teachers, and how very lucky he was to have them as sex pets.