------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Warning: This file contains depictions of adult sexual situations, it also contains non-consentual situations and other fetish type storylines. If it is illegal for you to view this subject matter, or if you are under the age of 18 please do not view this file. If you find these situations unpleasant or offensive please do not view this file. The author takes no responsibility for any illegalities arising from the viewing of this file. The author retains all rights to this story and it is transmitted here by an authorized person, for free viewing only. Retransmission is allowed only if it is in it's original form including this message and archiving only by prior permission. Please contact victorramierez@hotmail.com to obtain permission from the author. This is basically so the author knows where his work will be located. Most reasonable inquiries will be happily agreed to. Do not send flames as they will be ignored.

Powerful Enough To Stop Time...

By Victor Ramierez

Phil Goodman was the smartest kid at his school, and like all 'nerds' was persecuted endlessly by the other kids. Today had been his crowning glory, today he was awarded a scholarship to the most expensive private University in the country. Today had also been his most humiliating moment.

"Hey Goodman, think you're pretty cool don't you," yelled Mike from across the playing field.

Phil looked around, he had almost made it out of the school grounds, but not quite. He sped up his walking pace, knowing full well that he was running after him at this very moment.

He felt a hand slam into his back as he stumbled forwards, but succeeded in not falling over.

"I'm talking to you, you little prick," Mike grunted as he clipped Phil over the top of his head, knocking his baseball cap to the ground. Mike Helms was a football player, and the resident bane of Phil's existence. For some reason Mike had decided that it was his mission in life to make Phil's life a misery.

Phil had seen Mike's glaring face during the award ceremony earlier in the day and knew immediately that Mike hadn't taken the news of Phil's good fortune at all well.

"Hi Mike, how are you?"

"Shut up! You think you're so smart don't you? Well I'm going to get a scholarship too, what do you think of that?"

Phil snorted and did his best to stifle the laugh that had involuntarily escaped his lips.

"Right, that's it," Mike reared back with his clenched fist aimed at Phil's nose.

Like a hare, Phil took off across the field, out the gate and into the trees behind the school.

"Come back here, I'll only hurt you more if you make me chase you. You little bastard!"

Phil wasn't stopping, but he could hear Mike gaining on him. His only saving grace was his smaller size, he could fit through gaps where Mike had to go around them. The trees and undergrowth were getting thicker and it was becoming difficult to see too far ahead.

"You are going to pay big time when I catch you."

Phil burst through a group of trees, and as he put his foot down the ground beneath him began to crumble away, in front of him was open space, there was a deep gorge and he began to slide down into it. He tried to grab onto something and managed to get a handhold after he had slid down a metre or so.

Mike appeared at the top of the gorge, laughing down at him.

"Didn't you know this was here cocksucker? Ha ha ha. I directed you right to it."

"Please Mike, help me," begged Phil as he could feel his footing starting to crumble away.

"I hope you enjoy it out here, if you're lucky you'll only fall to your death. Otherwise I'll be waiting for you when you come back to school. See ya," yelled Mike as he wandered back into the trees.

Phil could see no way out of this, and hoped the bottom was soft as he began to slide down further.

The bottom was many metres down, and he hoped he would be able to slide rather than fall. He slid down further, grabbing for anything he thought might help to slow his descent. With a sudden stop his feet came to rest on a rock shelf half way down the gorge that had been exposed when the dirt had began to crumble away. The ledge was not wide and Phil had to press his body tightly against the wall to stay on it. He felt around to see if there was some way he could climb up, but his hands just went into the soft dirt, causing it to rain down upon him. He closed his eyes as the dirt blinded him, and coughed and sneezed as dust clouds enveloped him. With a clang something metal hit him on the head and fell down between him and the wall. After a moment Phil regained his composure and took hold of the object. It was some kind of metal vase, or urn. He hoped it wasn't someone's dead relative. He studied it for a moment, trying to read the strange markings around the lid. It had two handles on either side like a trophy, and the lid was pressed on tight. He went to put it down and continue his escape attempt, when for some reason he was compelled to open it. He firmly grasped the lid and tugged, it wouldn't budge. He tried again and it still wouldn't budge. He held the urn between his knees and used all his strength to tug the lid off, it popped off with a loud crack, like thunder, and he over balanced and fell backwards into open space.

He fell for a second and then he came to a dead stop, he looked from side to side and everything seemed to have stopped. The dirt and rocks falling with him also hung in mid air, he looked around and saw the urn hovering above him. It slowly sank down closer to him, and then he could hear a humming sound, and he could feel energy crackling around it.

The humming turned into rumbling, and then with an explosive crack, a cloud of smoke burst out of the urn. It billowed out, filling the air around him until he could see nothing but smoke. He was stunned, what was going on? Suddenly a huge face loomed out of the smoke above him.

"Who are you?" it boomed.

"Phil Goodman," he said meekly.

"Greetings Phil of Goodman, you have inherited the power, rejoice in your good fortune."

"Excuse me?"

"You have unleashed the power of Kings and Pharaohs, Gods and Goddesses. How would you use this power?"

"I'm not sure I follow you."

"This vessel that you have awakened contains enough power to do anything... anything at all. You have only to desire it and it will be done."

"Oh ok, right," Phil was sure this was some sort of fear induced hallucination, or else he'd already hit the bottom and was in some kind of dream lying in a hospital bed in a coma or something.

"Can you get me back up to the top of this gorge?"

Instantly Phil found himself standing on the firm ground overlooking the gorge.

"Hmm, this is weird," thought Phil, trying to work out if he was actually awake or not.

He was holding the urn, the lid was in his other hand, and he could feel it's weight. The old metal, was cold, and felt like lead or some other really heavy metal.

"So I can do anything?"

"Yes," stated the voice, inside his head now.

"Well can we make this urn a little bit less cumbersome?"

"The vessel can be transformed into anything you desire."

"Well I want something to carry around, and not something weird. How about a watch?"

Instantly the urn morphed into an old style pocket watch, the lid attached itself to the watch and transformed into the cover.

"This isn't what I meant," said Phil, examining the watch. "But it's pretty cool." He was running his fingers over the writing which now encompassed the back of the cover.

"Ok let's try this out, take me home."

Instantly he found himself in his bedroom, his backpack was sitting on the bed alongside him. He looked around taking it all in. He could still feel the weight of the watch in his hand and he could see the dirt over his clothes and his bag so he knew this was all real.

"Can I have objects too?"

"Anything you desire."

"I want a new Playstation 2," he said, just as a test.

A brand new Playstation 2 popped onto the bed alongside his bag. Gingerly, Phil reached down and prodded it, it was very real. He quickly opened it and pulled the console out. Within a few moments he had hooked it up to his tv and he was about to test it.

"All I need now is..." a game popped into his waiting hand. It was his favourite one, and he quickly put it into the drive. After playing the game for a moment something occurred to him. He could get revenge on Mike, make his life miserable for a change.

"Take me to Mike!"

Mike was hanging with his friends at the local music shop. They were all laughing as he told them how Phil had been begging him not to leave him down in the gorge, and Phil was seething in anger just out of sight on the other side of the CD rack. A moment later Mike's girlfriend Heather popped her blonde, cheerleader head around the corner and squealed.

"Mike, look who's crawled out of the gorge!"

In a flash Mike was around the corner, and with a look of great satisfaction on his face, headed straight for Phil.

"So you crawled out of there like a snake did you?" Mike pulled his fist back and began to throw a punch aimed at Phil's nose.

"Stop!" yelled Phil, out of reflex. Suddenly, like the moment when he'd been falling in the gorge, time seemed to stop. He looked around and saw everyone was frozen, Mike's fist was stationary in the air in front of his face, Heather was frozen in mid giggle, and his group of loser friends were frozen in mid heckle at the end of the CD racks.

Phil stepped out of the line of Mike's fist, he'd been on the receiving end of one in the past and didn't want to again. He hadn't expected this to happen, he'd just wanted Mike to stop attacking him.

"So why can I move?" he thought, asking the voice in his mind.

"It is your power, this is your command. You can move here because you choose to."

"Can I move other things?"

"If that is what you desire."

"Good," said Phil with an evil grin on his face.

He reached out and grabbed Mike's arm and found that he could move it as normal, and it would just stop dead wherever he left it. He angled the fist around and downwards so that he would punch himself in the stomach, then he undid Mike's pants and pulled both his pants and his boxers down to his ankles. He did the same for Mike's three friends, but did not touch Heather, not yet anyway.

He restarted time and watched the events flow on. Mike punched himself, winded he tried to stagger forwards and promptly fell face first onto the ground.

His friends were laughing at this until they also tried to step forwards and found themselves on the ground.

Phil laughed as he watched them all writhing around on the ground, desperately trying to dress themselves and stand up at the same time.

Heather bent over to see if Mike was ok, so Phil stopped time again.

He studied her pert buttocks, firmly encased in a pair of red knee length pants. He stepped up and ran his hand down the curve of her arse, and he felt a certain tingle in his loins. He hadn't considered this when he had taken this gift, there were all sorts of avenues open to him, and his mind was now working over time thinking of all the possibilities.

He walked around in front of Heather, to be met with an appetising view of her cleavage, down the front of the white halter top that she was wearing. Phil grabbed one of her tits in his hand, the weight of it in his hand was quite stimulating.

"I think it's time for you to join in too," he said to Heather.

Putting his hands into her cleavage he grabbed the material of her top and pulled it wide open, exposing her bra encased d-cups. He reached around, undid the bra and adjusted it so that both her tits were now totally naked. Wanting to complete the picture he looked around and spotted a kid nearby, with a cup of Pepsi. He ran over and fished out an ice cube from the drink and returned to his creation.

He rubbed the ice cube over each of her nipples, and then stepped back. He allowed time to flow again and watched what happened.

Mike suddenly found his girlfriend's tits in his face and watched a couple of droplets of water drip off her erect nipples before he reacted in disbelief.

She was horrified as she let go of Mike, who fell back to the ground, and desperately tried to stuff her melons back into her top not realising her bra was undone. After struggling with them for a few moments she realised what the problem was and sorted herself out. Her embarrassment was evident from her bright red face as she made her way to the ladies room, past Phil.

"I can see why you're a cheerleader, such enormous... talent," grinned Phil.

She rushed past the chuckling nerd, trying to hold back the tears of shame.

By this time a crowd had gathered, and they were all laughing at her, and at the four idiots rolling around on the floor fighting with their underwear.

Phil decided it was time to go and headed out of the shopping centre.

Chapter 2

Phil sat quietly on the end of his bed, his mind was awhirl with ideas for this power, and he didn't know what to do first. His eyes slowly moved over the familiar sights of his bedroom, telescope at the window (particularly good for spying on the girl next door, if only she'd just get dressed in front of the window, just once even), posters of movies like Star Wars and Batman, bookshelves overflowing with novels and reference material, and lastly in the corner near his wardrobe was his desk with his PC on it. His mind snapped back to the telescope, she would get changed in front of the window now if he wanted her to, or he could even go and visit her, she'd never know.

Alice wandered into her bedroom, idly she glanced around the room as she closed the door behind her. Her long blonde hair swished around as she spun back to face the window, and she looked out at her elm tree. There was a nest in it and each day she liked to watch the birds going to bed. Sitting on the end of her bed she happily watched them, she was planning on being a vet when she finished her schooling so she had a few years to wait yet. With a lot of noise, the birds finally settled in, rustling their feathers and preening each other. There were two adults and two chicks, they looked like doves, and they were very happy. It always made her feel good to say goodnight to them, almost like they were her own pets. Glancing out the window she could see the corner of the house next door, Phil lived in there and she didn't like him. He was a strange boy, smart enough, but very withdrawn. He had tried to speak to her a few times and she had always laughed him off, there was no way that she was attracted to him, he was probably still a virgin for god's sake.

He always got beaten up by Mike too, he was just too wimpy. An image of Phil covered in his own yoghurt after Mike had tipped it over him sprang to mind. He was thenbombarded by everyone else's as they all joined in too, throwing their yoghurt at the stunned guy, she giggled at the thought of it. He had just sat there, seething, before finally the teachers came and took him away to clean him up.

Phil was sitting in her wardrobe, unsure of just what to do, it had seemed like a great idea but once he was in her room he really didn't know what he wanted to do next. He had heard her coming and dove into her closet shutting the door behind him. He watched her through a tiny crack at the edge of the door and saw her watching the birds. He wondered if he was going to have to speed things up when she started moving again. She stared out of the window at his house for a moment and then shook her head and said "Loser". A moment later she started giggling and fell back on her bed, just out of his line of sight. She was really enjoying her joke, "yoghurt all over", she chortled. Phil knew what she was thinking about and it made him angry. He had been covered in everyone's yoghurt, just because they decided it was funny and went too far. Reacting instinctually he looked into her mind and saw the image of him covered in yoghurt, he saw her hand draw back and hurl her tub at the back of his head where it burst open upon impact, covering the back of his jumper. It was at that moment Phil realised that no one that he had thought a friend, really was one. Every last person in that lunchroom were throwing food at him and laughing as it dripped down his body.

It had never really occurred to him that Alice was involved in this, but now he knew, and he was angry. He decided he would do whatever came into his head, and she had no one but herself to blame.

"Time for bed," said Phil. Immediately she began to clear off her bed and pull back the covers. She moved out of his line of sight and undressed and put on her short nightdress. He didn't care, as he would be seeing everything she had to offer soon enough.

Night had fallen and the room was blanketed in darkness as she climbed into bed and turned out her bedside lamp.

"I want to be able to see perfectly in the dark."

"As you wish," intoned the voice in his head.

He was fondling the watch in his pocket, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

"She will not wake up, no matter what I do to her," he instructed.

"As you command."

Phil wandered out of the wardrobe and walked over alongside the bed, he could see the outline of her body under her quilt, which she had pulled up to her chin almost as though she was trying to protect herself. He grabbed hold of the quilt and pulled it down to the end of the bed. She was now only covered in a sheet, he could see the rise and fall of her chest as she slept quietly, her b-cup sized tits pushing the crisp white floral sheet up away from her body. He lightly took hold of the sheet and slowly dragged it down the length of her body to her ankles. He was being careful, still half believing that she might wake at any moment. He took in the sight of her lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully. Her nightdress was like a long t-shirt, reaching down almost to her knees, it was light pink and had a cartoon pussycat on the front.

"How cute," thought Phil sarcastically.

He reached down and softly stroked her breast through the material, and watched as her nipple rose under his attentions. He could now feel the springy, rubbery tip of her breast as he dragged his fingers back and forth across it. He was dying of pleasure, this was the first tit that he'd ever laid his hands on, and he knew it wouldn't be the last, not by a long shot.

He ran his hand down over her stomach, over her hip and down the inside of her thigh, stopping at the hem of her nightdress. He began to slide it up her legs, slowing as he reached the base of her groin and then like a grand unveiling, her lifted it up to expose her panties. He pulled the nightdress up around her waist, forcing it up underneath her arse as well, which no doubt would have woken her up normally. He slid his hands up over her stomach, pushing the front of the dress up further, before forcing it up over her naked breasts, as he cupped one in each hand. He felt the nipples stiffen and rise up to meet the palms of his hands, and he began to softly squeeze them, rolling them around in his hands.

Leaving the dress up over her tits, he stood back for a moment and took in the sight of those lovely tanned globes that he had so often longed to see. Here they were, his for the taking, and no one could stop him. Damn, he loved this power!

Grabbing the elastic at the top of her panties, he tugged them down, sliding them out from under her arse with great difficulty, and pulling them off her feet with a theatrical flourish.

He stared at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed so that her honey coloured bush was reduced to a tuft of hair at the top of her gash. He licked his lips in anticipation and dropped to his knees beside the bed. He moved forwards, his face once centimetres away from her sex, and he breathed in deeply, inhaling her feminine aroma. His senses flared and his lust fired into overdrive. Experimentally he slid his tongue out and touched her pussy lips with it, he prodded them with the tip for a few moments before giving the closest one a lick. She groaned in response, and he savoured the taste, it wasn't bad at all.

He moved his tongue up and down her gash, and noted that she reacted more each time he reached the top, where he guessed her clitoris was supposed to be. He made a mental note to himself to get someone to show him this stuff in more detail, later.

He reached down and played around with her lips, opening them up, spreading it open and just generally looking about.

His cock was now threatening to take over this operation if it didn't get some action soon so he decided to give in to it's demands and get on with it. He undid his jeans and dropped them to the floor, and slid his boxers off too. Awkwardly he climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He spread them apart to give himself better access and moved forwards with his erect cock in his hand.

"I don't know if she's a slut or not, but I don't want to be able to catch anything from her, or anyone else in the future."

"Yes master, you're immune to it all. Do you want her to be able to get pregnant from you?"

"Let nature take it's course, and don't help it. I will look forward to seeing for myself."

"As you wish."

He wasn't sure if she would be lubricated or not, so he spat on his hand and rubbed it over the tip of his bright red cockhead. He lined it up with her pussy, and pressed forwards. After a second of resistance, he hit lubrication and slid in to the hilt.

His mind reeled, he hadn't ever imagined that it would be this good. He could feel her pussy, holding his cock firmly, just the right amount of pressure. Slowly he slid back out and plunged in again. She groaned, and continued to sleep. Slowly he slid in and out, with a smooth motion. He was enjoying this more than he could put into words. A part of his mind had been switched on, that had never really been active before, or more likely he had ignored. There would be no ignoring his needs ever again, he would take anything he wanted.

He reached under her and grabbed her arsecheeks. He laid his weight on top of her, feeling her tits press against his chest through his shirt, and began to thrust in as he pulled her up to meet him. Wave after wave of pleasure was assaulting his mind as he assaulted her body. He mind was finely attuned to every new sensation, her muscles squeezing his entire length as he slid out, the light resistance that met him as he slid back in, her lips dragging along the length of his cock as it pulled back, the folds and moisture against it as he plunged in again.

This was definitely what life was worth living for.

Not having done this before he wasn't going to last for any length of time, and after only a few strokes he could feel his orgasm building. He sucked her left nipple into his mouth, and as he began his final thrusts into her, he began to lightly chew on the rubbery flesh. She groaned more. Then with one final thrust he buried himself inside her deeply, and began to spray his hot semen into her unprotected pussy.

With a happy sigh, and a groan from Alice, Phil collapsed on top of her and lay there, exhausted.

"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful," Phil said to the sleeping woman.

Nestling in to her warm cleavage, he laid there happily as his mind spun with ideas for the future as his cock went limp and slipped out of the cum filled cunt beneath him.

Chapter 3

Phil walked across the school ground, supremely confident now that he knew no one could ever do anything to him ever again. His eyes darted around seeing all sorts of opportunities that he had never considered before.

A couple of the younger boys ran over to him, they were smart kids, and were following in his academic footsteps. They were the closest things he had to friends. Thomas, and Ronald, Tom and Ron for short, were always together, top of their classes and the best of friends. They had been introduced to Phil via a mentoring program to encourage their scholastic gifts. They enjoyed his company but always had found him to be a bit reserved.

"Hey Phil, did you hear about Mike?" asked Ron.

"Hi guys. Yeah I was there, it was hilarious."

"Wow Phil, did you see Heather's tits?" asked Tom in awe.

"They were this far away from me," said Phil as he held his hand out in front of him.

"You're so lucky, I've always wanted to see them," mused Tom, disappointedly.

"Shh, here she comes," Ron nudged Tom in the ribs.

Phil was feeling generous, and as Heather made her way quickly across the playground he stopped time as she was right in front of Tom.

He reached out and undid her white blouse, leaving it tucked into her skirt, revealing her white bra underneath. Phil grabbed the bottom of the cups and pulled them up over her meaty tits, exposing them to the world. He moved back into position and restarted time.

"Heather!" called Phil.

She turned to face them, twisting the top half of her body to them.

"What do you want!"

Tom gasped in delight, and Ron started to giggle.

"What is wrong with you two?" demanded Heather.

"What's wrong with you, is a better question," said Phil, pointing at the nipples poking out from the front of her top.

She looked down and gasped in horror. Quickly she pulled her blouse tightly closed and ran off to the girls toilets to fix her clothes.

"Oh my god! Did you see that!" gushed Tom in disbelief.

Phil washed his hands and reached out to open the door to the outside, and Mike pushed the door in and shoved him back into the toilets.

"I don't know what the hell was going on last night you little weasel, but you're gonna pay for it now."

Mike went to throw a punch when all of a sudden he started to feel a squeezing feeling, encompassing his balls.

"What the fuck?" he asked, looking down at his crotch.

John, Rick and Tony all stepped back and stared at him.

Mike suddenly fell to the floor as he felt his balls being crushed, the pain was excruciating. "Arrgh!"

"Enjoying that Mike?" asked Phil as he moved closer to him. "A bit harder perhaps?"

Mike screamed in pain again.

"More?"

"No, please no," begged Mike breathlessly.

"Ok, this is how it is now. Leave me alone and I will leave you alone. If you keep fucking with me, then I will screw you up permanently," Phil pushed past the disbelieving trio and started to head out the door. He turned and came back.

"You three," he said with a snap of his fingers. All three of them fell to the ground in the same agony as Mike.

"You know nothing about this, this didn't happen and you will not speak to anyone about it."

The three of them nodded and they felt the pain subside.

"Oh one last thing Mike," said Phil with an evil grin. "You've broken up with Heather, and you only like guys now."

Mike nodded, not realising that Phil had just made a change to his mind, not a suggestion. Phil looked at the muscular Tony, who had always taken great joy in pummelling him.

"You like Tony, and Tony likes you. In fact, you're now a couple."

They both nodded, and Phil eased the pressure on Mike's testicles.

"See ya fellers," said Phil as he strode casually out into the school ground.

He heard the surprised gasps as the door swung back and forth revealing the four incapacitated thugs left in his wake.

Phil had enjoyed his first day at school since his 'acquisition'. Word had spread of his treatment of Mike and his cohorts and he had suddenly seen a newfound respect in the eyes of his classmates. Life was good.

He walked home casually, not having to rush in case Mike caught up with him, and was enjoying the sights and sounds of suburbia around him.

With a sudden rush of wind, and a ding from her bell, a bike rider sailed past him and continued on down the street. Suddenly time stopped and she was frozen in mid-pedal. Phil walked up to the bike and stepped in front of her. He had seen this woman ride her bike, almost every day since he had started high school, and almost every day her taut body rode past him as he was being harassed by Mike.

She was bent down over the handlebars, her black fingerless gloved hands gripped the handles tightly. Her long brown hair emerged from under her blue helmet and was platted, hanging loose down the curve of her spine. He reached up and grabbed her wrap around sunglasses and slipped them off her face. Her hazel coloured eyes were revealed, and he studied her attractive face, her lips were open in mid puff as she was exerting herself. He ran his finger down her cheek, and enjoyed the soft, smooth, warm skin under his touch. Her white t-shirt hid her medium sized breasts from his view, and he wasn't having that. He reached behind her and grabbed the hem of the shirt, pulling it up over her back, and bunched it up around her shoulders. He glanced under her to see a cream sports bra holding her c-cup tits in place. He grabbed the bottom of the bra and hauled it up to her shoulders. Her tits were now exposed, her large nipples and areolae still squashed into place as though she was still wearing her bra. Her tits did not flop down either, this was a side effect of the stoppage of time, things stayed where they were, so he allowed them to flop down and hang freely. He fondled them, enjoyed the feel of them in his hand, and pinched her nipples a couple of times for good measure. He moved back around behind her, lifted her arse up off the seat so that she was almost standing upright on the pedals and grabbed the waistband of her tight bike shorts. With a theatrical flourish, he pulled the lycra down over the curve of her arse and down as far as he could go before the bike stopped them. She was wearing a white g-string, which quickly joined her bike shorts down around her legs, fully exposing her buttocks to him. He gave her arse a bit of a squeeze, like he was choosing fruit, and then gave it a playful slap. He allowed her arse to react normally, and a red hand print appeared where he had struck her cheeks. He liked the look of that and began to spank her arse heavily, until his hand was sore and her arse was bright red.

"Let's see her sit down now," he giggled.

He grabbed her hips and pulled them backwards and down so that her arse was nearly touching the back wheel, and she was at just the right height for him. He had always fancied this woman, so he decided he was going to sample her wares. Her shaved pussylips were peeking out from between her arsecheeks, and he sent a wave of arousal into her mind and allowed the normal reaction to take place. He reached out and stroked her defenceless pussy, and slipped his finger into the depths of her cunt. She was moist and hot, and his cock jerked to full erection, causing his school trousers to stick out like a tent. He reached down and undid his zipper, fished around inside them and extricated his cock from his boxers.

He stroked his hand up and down the length of his rod, making sure it was fully erect, enjoying the sensation as well. He eased himself into position behind her, lifting her up slightly so that he had the right angle, and pressed the tip of his cock up against her sweet snatch. He felt the warmth of her hot box and with a satisfied groan, he slid the length of his cock into her undefended folds. She was tight and my god she was hot. He allowed her to react to the sensations and suddenly she let out a loud moan. He slapped her arse again as he thrust deeply inside her and she let out a squeal. He liked the sound of that and gave her the occasional slap to try and get her to squeal again, which he managed a couple of times. Each time she did, he felt his dick jerk inside her with excitement. He slipped his cock out of her and decided to go for a better response from her. He lined his cock up with her little delicate arsehole, and with as much thrust as he could manage, he pressed forwards and after a moment of resistance he was sliding slowly inside her rear.

Her head snapped back and she screeched in a mixture of shock and pain.

"Oh yeah!" he groaned. He couldn't believe how tight her arse was. He was new to the whole sex thing, and this was an extra special first for him. It was a first for her as well, but he didn't know that. Luxuriating in the exquisite pressure of her arse, he slowly began to pull back out, feeling the muscle gripping him tightly. He was all the way out, and pressed back into her, enjoying her moan of pain. Again and again he slid the entire length of his shaft out of her, and back in. He was nearing his climax, and he didn't want to waste it, so he pulled out and slid back into her pussy as deeply as he could, firing shot after shot of his hot cum squirted into her gooey snatch. She wailed in time with his spurts, he wasn't sure if it was pleasure or distress.

"Fucking YES!" he groaned as he slumped forwards over her naked butt.

Back in place, many metres behind her, he took one last look at her arse, tightly clad in her lycra shorts. He thought he could just make out a wet patch, but from this distance he couldn't really tell. He restarted time, and all in one movement, she pressed down on the pedal, put her arse on the seat and screeched in pain. A second later she veered off into a nearby bush and crashed in a heap onto someone's front lawn.

He continued walking, and after a couple of moments he had caught up to her, and casually glanced over at her as he continued walking. She was rubbing her sore arse, and just as he stepped out of view he caught the look of disbelief on her face as she realised why her crotch was so wet.

Life was good, no, it was great!

Chapter 4

"Phil, do you know why you're here?"

He looked up at the school headmistress as she lowered herself into her chair.

"No Mrs Tess, I don't."

"There's been rumours going around that you've been fighting, something to do with Mike Helms and his friends. Do you know anything about this?" she asked sternly, looking over the top of her wire frame glasses at him.

"I saw Mike a couple of days ago, he and his friends had a bit of a fall in the toilet, but that's all I know about."

"That's good, I was quite surprised when I heard the story. Some students have been saying that you did that to Mike," she leaned back in her black leather chair, and smiled across the desk at Phil.

Phil stared at her for a moment, he had always thought she was an attractive woman, but he'd never given it any more thought than that. She had olive coloured skin, and lovely long black hair, she was possibly of Greek descent. Her face was striking, in an attractive and distinguished way. She was a young looking woman, she was 45 and looked like she was still in her 30s. Her lovely long neck was accentuated with a gold cross on a gold chain, and drew his attention to her cleavage. He couldn't really see anything much as the silk top she was wearing did not have a plunging neckline but she had always appeared to be well endowed, the rest of her slim form was hidden by the dark green jacket of her skirt suit.

She saw him looking at her and mistook the look for him waiting for her to continue.

"Well if there's no problems, I guess you can go Phil."

He nodded and she rose to escort him to the door. He hung back a little and walked across the room behind her. His eyes followed the curve of her legs up from her black high heeled shoes, up her black stocking covered legs, to her green skirt. He could see the shape of her firm arse through the material and he decided that he would like to investigate her further. He decided to wait, until he came up with something a little bit more entertaining than just taking her now in her office though.

"Thank you Mrs Tess," said Phil as he left her office deep in thought.

"Did you hear, Phil?" whispered Jane, one of the girls in his science class.

Phil looked up from his lab experiment, and glanced over at the table next to him where the chubby brunette was sitting.

"Did I hear what?"

"Mike dumped Heather, and it was for Tony!" she said pointing out the window at the forlorn figure on her way to her next class.

"Wow, I guess you just never know about some people," mused Phil, pretending to be surprised, enjoying the sight of that bitch wallowing in her misery.

"What do you want jerk," spat Heather at Phil as he approached her chair, where she was eating lunch by herself today.

"There's no need to be like that," Phil tried to calm her, but was just having too much fun.

"Well?" she asked impatiently.

"What's the rush, it's not like you have anyone waiting for you."

He saw the mixture of sadness and anger flash behind her eyes, her friends had also left when she had been dumped by the gang. They wanted to stay in with the in crowd.

"Bastard!" she slammed her can of Pepsi down on the table and stormed off across the school, leaving her untouched sandwich still in it's wrapper.

"Thanks for the lunch," yelled Phil at her receding back, as he unwrapped the sandwich.

Today was the day Phil tutored Ron and Tom, so they had headed for the nearby McDonalds where they always had their afternoon lessons. They all sat down at a booth and pulled out their books. Ron and Tom waited for Phil to start, and as always they listened intently to his words, asking intelligent questions and generally immersing themselves in the information.

"I'm gonna grab a cheeseburger guys," said Phil as he stood up and stretched. They'd been working for a couple of hours now, and he was hungry and sore. He enjoyed talking with these guys, it helped them and it always gave him a refresher course on more basic stuff that he might otherwise have lost touch with.

Knowing that no one would steal maths textbooks they left their gear on the table and followed Phil over to the counter.

Phil felt an elbow in his back, directing him into a particular queue.

"What are you guys doing?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder at a grinning Ron.

"Look," Ron pointed at the register. "Ellen!"

Phil understood, he hadn't seen Ellen when he walked over. She was Ron's favourite fantasy woman, as Heather was Tom's. She was a friendly girl, about Phil's age or a little bit older. She had short red hair, the sort that's past being ginger and is almost really red, which stuck out in little tufts from her head, above those little tennis style visors they wear. Her blue eyes peered out from beneath it, and she was smiling with her sparkling white teeth, talking to the customer she was serving.

She was a slim woman, with medium sized tits underneath her green striped uniform blouse.

Phil was next, and he watched her as she finished serving the man in front of him.

"Hey guys," whispered Phil, over his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Watch this."

Phil stepped forwards, and was met by a big happy smile from Ellen. They knew her name because it was on her badge, also covered in numerous stickers.

"Hi guys, studying again today?"

"Yes, we're interested in all sorts of things today," said Phil, cryptically.

She gave him a funny look, she probably thought he was a weirdo or something.

"I like your badges," Phil reached out and took hold of the collar of her shirt, which was adorned with assorted badges, all rewards for working for the company.

"Thank you," she said shrugging him off her neck, and starting to get worried.

Phil decided to use his device and after a brief seconds pause, the world continued on. Now however, everyone except Ron and Tom would think that anything that went on was normal, and would allow him to do whatever he liked.

"Nice blouse too," he said, reaching forwards to touch the material. He stroked the front of her blouse, running his fingers over the yellow M embroidered on the shirt, and down over where her nipple was hiding beneath it.

"Thanks," she said with a moment's hesitation as the sensation passed.

Tom and Ron couldn't believe what had just happened. Phil was fondling her tits through her shirt, and she didn't care. And neither did anyone else!

"You know, I've always quite liked these uniforms, they make you look very sexy."

She blushed as though she'd been given the best compliment ever conceived of, and smiled. "Thanks."

"May I have a closer look?"

"O...okay," she said hesitantly.

Phil quickly jumped over the counter, and looked back at the line of people. "Sorry, this register's closed."

The assembled group grumbled in annoyance and wandered over to join the lines nearby, leaving only Tom and Ron watching in awe.

"What are you doing," hissed Ron, trying not to disrupt whatever trance all these people must have been in.

"I'm looking at this fine young woman, and so are you guys."

Ellen giggled a little, and then looked at Phil for direction.

He held out his hand and she gave him hers, then he lifted her arm up in the air, and twirled her around slowly to have a good look at her.

"Not bad at all, the green's a little bit dull though."

Her uniform consisted of a striped white and green visor and blouse, with green trousers and black leather shoes.

"I think I'd like one of these outfits for my collection," said Phil.

"We don't keep them here, you have to order them in."

"That's ok, yours will do." Phil reached out and opened the button at her throat. He saw her throat move as she gulped in anticipation, but she stood fast.

Wanting to give the guys a good show, he turned her so that she stood facing them again, and he moved in behind her. He put his arms around her warm body, and began to unbutton her blouse from behind. She had on a black lace bra underneath, which was a nice contrast with her white skin. With a quick flick of the wrist, he hauled her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms, leaving it on the counter.

"Shoes," he said simply, and immediately she levered her shoes off using her feet, all the while looking ahead of her.

He moved his hands around her and began to undo the metal belt buckle, and threaded the green webbing belt out of her pants. He then slowly opened the top of the trousers and theatrically slid the zipper open. He knelt down behind her and grabbed the pants at her thighs, then with a tug he pulled them down to her ankles in one movement. Suddenly he was face to face with her firm arse, covered in matching black panties. The grubby tiles were getting cold under his knees so he stood up and instructed her to step out of her pants, which she did. He retrieved them and placed them on the counter with her blouse.

"Ron, what do you want to see first?"

Ron didn't grasp what he was being asked and stared at him blankly.

"He wants to know if you want to see her tits or pussy first, dickhead," said Tom as he jabbed Ron with his elbow.

"Oh! Umm..., tits!" declared Ron.

"Guys, this is a family restaurant, please refrain from that sort of language, or I'll have to ask you to leave," said Ellen in all seriousness, just as Phil unhooked her bra, and slid it forwards away from her chest.

Ron gasped in joy at the sight of her firm white tits, medium sized nipples erect in the air conditioning.

Phil dropped the bra on the growing pile of clothes, and ran his hands up her firm stomach towards her tits.

He slid his hands up, cupping her tits, holding them firmly. She sighed contentedly, as he weighed them up like melons in his hands.

"These are very nice, you should be proud."

Again she blushed, and smiled at the compliment. "Thanks," she whispered.

"Lean forwards and let the guys have a feel," suggested Phil, and immediately she moved up against the counter and thrust her chest towards them.

Tom didn't waste a second and grabbed hold of the one nearest to him. Ron hesitantly reached forwards and took hold of the other one, all the while expecting her to scream for the police or something.

She didn't scream, she just stood there happily allowing the two of them to fondle her tits, and pinch her nipples as they became more adventurous.

Phil could feel his cock pressing against the inside of his pants, it wanted out.

"Ok guys, that's enough. It's my turn now."

He pulled her back against him, his erect cock pressed into the lace covering her arse.

He grabbed her chin, and turned her head to give him access to her neck. He began to kiss and nibble on her neck and ear, as he grabbed hold of her breast in his hand and began to manipulate the nipple. His other hand then slowly slid down over her stomach, he felt her skin quiver as his hand slid lower towards her crotch.

He ran his fingers over the outside of her panties, pushing the material into her moist pussy, working away at it through the lace.

She moaned slightly as he tweaked her other nipple, and then slid his hand inside the front of her panties.

He watched as the guys drank in every second of this, and the other customers in the store didn't give them a second glance.

Moving his hand in slow circular movements around her clit he could feel the tension building inside her. He ran his fingertips up and down the fleshy lips, and then dipped them inside her moist cunt.

She was panting heavily now and was almost on the brink.

Grabbing the waistband of the panties, he pulled them down to her ankles, and released his cock from his pants.

He pushed her shoulder so that she bent forwards in response, and grabbed the counter to hold herself up, leaning over right in front of Tom and Ron.

He ran the tip of his cock up and down the outside of her pussy, rubbing it around in her fine red pubic hair, as she shivered in anticipation.

He allowed the tip to go in just a little, just to test the wetness, and then slowly drove it all the way inside her.

Her head snapped back in pleasure, and she groaned from underneath her visor.

"Feel free to play with her tits guys," said Phil as he began to settle into his rhythm.

This woman wasn't a virgin that was for sure, but she was still nice and tight. And boy was she wet, she was so horny she could have fucked for an hour or two, but there was no way that he would be able to resist her moist muff for that long.

He thrust himself in and out of her sweet box, watching his friends manhandle her tits, as she moaned in pleasure the whole time.

Her head snapped back and she squealed as she came, and he could feel the ripple of her muscles up and down the length of his cock. He decided he'd had enough and so he sped up. He was working it in and out of her now, faster and faster as she started to moan more frantically again, pulling his cock all the way out he then thrust it back in again as deeply as he could. He repeated this again and again, and after a few moments he was ready. He could feel his balls tighten and the boiling semen started to well up inside him, so with one final thrust he slammed into her sending her over the edge again as he started to fire his hot jets of come into her dripping pussy.

He slumped forwards over her, and sighed in pleasure.

"My god you're a great fuck."

Again she giggled and blushed at the compliment.

Phil collected the visor off her head and left her to serve the customers. He sat back down in the booth with the guys and placed the pile of her clothes on the table, along with the free food, compliments of the house.

"If I'm going to collect souvenirs I'm going to have to get somewhere to put them."

"What the hell did you just do?" asked Ron in disbelief.

"I thought you would have worked that one out," grinned Phil. He handed the black lace panties to him, and Ron just started at them.

"A souvenir for you. I got her to write her number on the label for you. If you ring her tonight, I guarantee you that you'll have a good time," he grinned at Ron.

"Wow." Was all Ron could say.

"How did you do that?" asked Tom.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that," so Phil told them what had happened.

"Ok then, so you're mister all-powerful etc, and you've got Ron a little sex toy..." started Tom.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well where's mine? Can I have Heather?" asked Tom getting very excited at the thought.

"Maybe later, I have something in mind for her first," said Phil, darkly. "Anyway I've gotta go guys, talk to you tomorrow."

As he was walking out the door he heard a whistle from behind him. Turning around he saw the two of them pointing across the room. He looked behind him and saw a pair of gorgeous brunette, identical twins. They had long, light coloured brown hair, and they were going for the little girl look. They had their long hair tied up in pigtails with fuzzy pink elastic bobble things tying them up, they had little skin tight pink tank tops on, which helped to show off their nice c-cup sized tits. Little denim skirts with those high heeled cork shoes, all topped off with tiny little pink backpacks and sparkly pink eye shadow and pink lipstick.

Phil grinned back at the guys and walked over to the twins. The guys watched as he said something to them and then he walked out, giving them a wave.

The twins turned and walked over to their table. Ron quickly jumped out and climbed onto the other side, so that one could sit next to each of them.

"Hi," said the one that reached them first.

"Hi," said Tom with a big grin.

"We're on our way out so we haven't got a lot of time guys, sorry."

Tom's face fell in disappointment.

"How about a blowjob to tide you over until next time?" she asked as she climbed under the table and her sister followed her.  

Chapter 5

Today was Wednesday, Phil always enjoyed Wednesday, it was the day the delivery of new books came into the bookstore, and he was always first in line to rummage through the box. The store was run by two older ladies, who had always been especially nice to Phil, they almost looked on him like a grandson and loved to hear of his academic successes. In exchange for allowing him first access to the box, he would always help them unpack it and stack the books up to be priced. Today was a good day for him, there were a few different titles that had interested him, so he paid his money and after his second piece of cake, he managed to say goodbye to them and head home.

Phil enjoyed walking, he knew that he could simply appear at home, but he liked the simple pleasure of the exercise, and the feel of the wind in his face. The afternoon was winding on, and he could see rain clouds gathering in the distance, but he wasn’t worried, if it rained he could always stop time or just transport himself home. Casually he sauntered along the road, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets, with his backpack hanging over his shoulder. He was thinking about which paperback he was going to read first, when a red sports car raced past him, hitting the puddle alongside him causing the water to splash up over him. He heard the laughter from the open windows of the car, as the occupants quickly stuck their heads out to take a glimpse at their victim.

“Not today,” said Phil through tightly clenched teeth. The car stopped dead in it’s tracks and Phil walked slowly towards it. The rage was starting to boil up inside him as he stepped alongside it and looked in the passenger door.

He had known who it would be, so it was no surprise when he looked in the window and found Helena and Adam. They were a couple of older students who wanted to be bullies, but Adam wasn’t really clever enough. He was quite strong though, so he was always dangerous. Driving though puddles was about the limit of his ingenuity though.

Helena was his blond girlfriend, a bimbo, fantastic body, and a nice set of silicon titties that she’d worked every shift the diner could give her so she could afford them. Adam was insanely jealous, and had once beaten a guy unconscious just because he thought he had looked at Helena, let alone done anything else.

Phil decided to let them give him a lift home, so he ordered them to do whatever they were told without question, and then restarted time.

Adam had stopped the car and it was idling powerfully. Phil was standing, seething with rage alongside the door.

“Apologise for that!” he demanded.

“I’m sorry dude.”

“Yeah, totally sorry guy,” chimed in Helena.

“Do you have a towel, I’m soaked”

“No, haven’t got a towel,” said Adam, shaking his head.

“Ok then, your t-shirt will do,” said Phil, pointing at the white t-shirt Helena was wearing.

Without missing a beat she quickly pulled it over her head, revealing her firm silicon globes encased in a red lace bra. He took it from her outstretched hand and wiped the muddy water off his face and hands.

“Give me a lift.”

“Sure thing,” said Adam, only too eager to please.

Helena jumped out of the car and pulled the back of the seat forwards so he could climb into the back of the car. He squeezed in and dropped his bag down on the black leather seat alongside him. Helena jumped back in the front, and Adam took off.

“Ok you can slow down and drive like a sane person for a start,” ordered Phil.

Immediately Adam slowed down to the speed limit and started driving normally.

“Where do you want to go Phil?” asked Adam.

“I think I like this chauffer thing, so let’s just cruise around for a bit. I think to keep in the spirit of things you can call me sir from now on.”

“Ok sir,” nodded Adam.

As they drove through town they were coming up to the local bowling alley, Phil could see in the distance that there were a group of middle-aged men finishing their bowling league and were all heading out onto the footpath.

“Helena, when we get to the Bowling Alley, I want you to pull up your bra and press your nipples hard up against the window so those guys can see them. Adam, make sure you slow down enough that they get a chance to look.”

“Yes sir,” they both said in unison.

Adam slowed the car down almost to a crawl, and pulled over as close to the kerb as he could get, honking the horn to get the men’s attention. They all looked up and began to holler and whistle, as Helena’s brown, erect, nipples and large areolae were pressed hard up against the window, squashing her tits like pancakes.

Adam cruised slowly past, and some of the men followed them down the street, until Phil had had enough and ordered him to drive on.

As they went past the local Catholic Boys School, he had Helena drop her jean shorts and press her naked arse up against the window, mooning all the lads waiting for their bus after their football game was over. Their eyes had almost dropped out of their skulls, until one of the teachers had run over to save them from this corruption, and Phil had told Adam to drive on.

“So you live here?” asked Phil, looking at Helena, and then back to the ramshackle house before him. The car was parked in a driveway made of broken concrete, covered by an old rusting carport. The house in front of them was overgrown with plants, as was the driveway, and it looked like it was just this side of being torn down.

“Yeah, it’s my Dad’s house. One day Adam and I will have enough money to buy our own place, until then we still live with our parents.”

“So you don’t live here Adam?”

“No sir, I don’t.”

“How do you manage sex then?”

“Well we squeeze it in wherever we can,” said Helena, without a hint of embarrassment. “Last time all we could manage was a quick blowjob in the driveway here,” she said with a giggle.

Ideas were churning over in Phil’s head, and he ordered Helena out of the car.

“Stay there Adam, I’ll need a lift home shortly.”

“Yes, sir,” said Adam, trying not to fidget.

Helena was standing, topless alongside the car, waiting for Phil’s instructions.

“You may as well take the rest of it off, you won’t be needing it.”

“Ok,” she said and undid the zip on her shorts and slid them down her legs. Her matching red lace panties followed them, and she bent down to pick them up.

“Just give them to Adam, he’ll look after them for you.”

She quickly handed them to Adam with a smile, and he smiled back at her.

“Quickly girl, I don’t have all day.”

She hurried back to where Phil was standing, his erect cock clearly visible through the front of his jeans.

“Lie back on the car, and spread your legs.”

She did as requested, and opened her legs to reveal her dark haired pussy.

“Adam, she’s not a real blonde. That’s a shame eh?”

“Yeah, can’t win them all,” said Adam, conversationally as he stuck his head out of the window to try and see around the side of her to her pussy, completely happy with the idea that Phil had his nose almost pressed into her pussy as he had a bit of a look at the merchandise.

“Is she a good fuck?” asked Phil, looking up at him over her thigh, like he was buying a used car.

“Great! Tight and wet, just what you need.”

“I think I’ll give her a try then,” declared Phil. Helena giggled nervously, and Adam nodded, waiting to drive him home.

Phil unzipped his pants and slid his cock out, the tip glistened with his pre-cum. He laid the length of it on her pubic hair, and reached up to get a feel of her tits.

“Nice tits, well worth the money.”

“Thanks,” she said, almost blushing at being given a compliment.

He manhandled them, and gave the nipples a squeeze. He rubbed the nips under his hands, grazing his palms over them feeling them swell even more in excitement.

“Open this up for me will you,” directed Phil, pointing at her pussy.

Helena reached down between her legs, and used her fingers to spread her pussylips apart to reveal the moist pink canyon within. Phil lined himself up and began to slide into her.

They both groaned in unison, and Phil slowly slid in as deeply as he could.

“You’re right, she’s so tight!”

“Yeah, great isn’t it,” said Adam happily.

Phil tried not to laugh as Adam cheered him on as he fucked his girlfriend.

“If you ram it into her hard, she’ll come a lot quicker,” advised Adam.

“Ok thanks,” said Adam as he increased his speed and pressure, who was he to argue with the expert on this woman. Surely enough after a few more minutes of this she started to change her tune and was heading towards orgasm. Phil reached down and began to rub her little clit, which drove her nuts. Her head was thrashing from side to side as he made little circles with his fingers on and around her clit. She squealed and almost raised the top half of her body off the hood of the car. She eased off and lay back contentedly, on the car, as Phil continued on his way.

He decided it was getting late and he really did want to read his books, so he started fucking her as he liked. He reached under her and grabbed a handful of her arsecheeks in each hand. He lifted her arse up off the metal and pressed his cock deep inside her. He did this a few times and could feel his own orgasm starting. After another couple of plunges he began to squirt his hot come into her warm box, and then collapsed on top of her. He lay there for a moment to catch his breath, and then stood back up, looking down at the sweaty dishevelled bimbo underneath him.

“You’re a great fuck, no wonder Adam keeps his eye on you.”

Helena giggled and thanked him.

“So what did you think?” asked Adam eagerly, like an excited puppy.

“Not bad at all,” said Phil as he finished putting his cock away.

“Not bad! She’s fucking great! Come back anytime and you’ll get just as good,” boasted Adam.

“Ok, I believe you,” laughed Phil.

“Get off the car,” yelled Adam to Helena.

Quickly she remembered what Adam could be like about his car and slid off the bonnet immediately, just as Phil’s come started to leak out onto the red paintwork.

“Head inside and take a shower, Adam will drop me home.”

“Ok,” she said as she walked over to the nearby front door and went inside.

“Ok Adam, straight home and I’ll call you if I need you again.”

“Yes sir.”

Chapter 6

“Phil?”

“Yes Jane,” Phil was tired, very tired. Jane had been enthusiastically sharing with him her love of science. This was the third time she’d dragged him over to her desk so she could share her single celled organism with him, gesturing excitedly for him to look through her microscope.

“It’s the same as mine, just as it was the last two times Jane.”

“Yes, but look at what it’s doing!”

Phil looked again and saw it dividing itself, reproducing by cell division. Phil was a little bit surprised, as he hadn’t expected anything interesting to be going on.

“Cool…” he said, his mind drifting away as he sat absorbed in this tiny creature’s life cycle.

“Ok class, I’ve decided to give you all a surprise pop quiz, and just for fun let’s say that it’s worth half your marks this semester.”

Phil was torn away from the microscope, had he just heard her say what he thought she’d said?

He wasn’t ready for tests, this was totally unexpected, and Phil liked time to study. He had been neglecting his revision a little of late, for obvious reasons.

“Excuse me Ma’am it’s only a few minutes until the end of class, could we save it for tomorrow?”

“No sorry Phil, it’s just a short one,” said Mrs Patak. The middle aged Indian woman began walking around the room dropping papers on each desk. Phil looked up the aisle as the long dark haired, medium sized woman walked in his direction. He put his head down and considered his options, his mind racing. He could easily alter reality to pass the test, or obliterate the test altogether, but all he really wanted was time to study to pass the test on his own merits, he enjoyed the challenge. But this was not right, and in the back of his mind he knew he had no one but himself to blame for not having kept up his normal routines.

His head down in his hands, a pair of blue jeans suddenly came into view between the gaps in his fingers. He looked up from the desk, past the medium sized tits encased in a loose white t-shirt, to the smiling face of the science teacher.

“Here’s you go Phil, lucky last.”

Phil read the questions, and he knew he could answer some, not all of them. He also knew that he should know all these answers, all he needed was another day.

Desperately he looked around, trying to think of a solution, when he noticed the microscope sitting happily on the end of Jane’s desk.

With a sudden whoosh of air the microscope toppled off the desk and crashed to the floor, all eyes turned to see what the noise had been, and with a roar, a large blue mass of undulating flesh, tendril like appendages, numerous eyes and little hairy feelers, sprang into existence from the tiny creature on the glass slide.

With the speed of a cheetah and the agility of an ape, it sprang to the front of the room and blocked the door that the panicked students were rushing towards.

One of the tentacles sprang out and grabbed a student, Julia, by the ankle, flipping her upside down and lifting her up in the air, her long blonde hair was scraping over the green linoleum floor tiles as she swung back and forth.

Phil could see the creature didn’t know what to do next, he quickly recalled the various Japanese anime films that he’d seen and sent the appropriate details into the creature’s primitive mind.

The creature sprang into action and it’s other tentacles snaked out and began tugging at the white blouse she was wearing. With a series of pops, her buttons ripped off and then the blouse itself ripped away as the creature persistently tugged at it. Her pert little breasts were covered by a nice little light blue bra, which was quickly shredded and fluttered to the floor. She had been doing her best to try and hold her skirt up with one hand, and fight the creature with the other. Her hands now let go of the skirt and flew up to cover her naked breasts, her face flushing red with embarrassment.

With a loud rip, her tartan skirt was torn away, revealing matching blue panties and knee high white socks. A moment later her last vestige of modesty was torn away, it held the remains of the underwear on the end of it’s tentacle and then threw it aside.

The rest of the students were in shock, none of them knew what to do so they alternated between quivering in terror and screaming in fear/anger/frustration.

Seeing the girl’s fluffy pussy on display like that had drawn the guys attention away from fear, and several of them considered sitting down again to try and hide the beginnings of their erections. The girls on the other hand were horrified, and screamed even more.

Mrs Patak decided she would try and free her student, lashing out with a nearby stool, which connected with the side of the blob, and was absorbed into it. A tentacle grabbed her ankle from behind and suddenly she found herself upside down alongside Julia, as her t-shirt was being torn away from her body.

The creature had a little bit more difficulty removing her jeans, but after a moment it succeeded in sliding them off her legs, pulling her Nike joggers off in the process.

She was wearing a simple set of white cotton bra and panties, which were speedily shredded and discarded. Her brown tits, with their dark chocolate brown nipples and areolae, flopped down, doing their best to get in her face.

One of the guys groaned, obviously he had wanted to see this particular set of tit meat and the matching black haired bush that went along with it.

Julia suddenly squealed, drawing all their attention back to her. Her left tit now had a blue tentacle firmly attached to it, apparently sucking on her nipple. The tentacle pulsed slowly, each time it sucked on her little tit.

Julia was thrashing about trying to get it off her, not noticing the other tentacle moving up to grab her other ankle. She was momentarily shocked out of squealing by the second tentacle and watched in horror as her legs were forced apart. Like a rock out of a catapult, another tentacle shot out from the body of the blob, aimed perfectly it sailed through her outstretched legs, between her thighs and firmly slid inside her spread pussy. Julia’s head snapped back and she screamed in surprise and pain. It was an unbelievable sensation as the gelatinous thing somehow managed to force it’s way into her pussy. She was bone dry but it was lubricating itself as it slid deeper and deeper into her. The pain was just the discomfort of having this large thing forced inside her, it wasn’t like when she had been fucked by her boyfriend that first time, it was being stretched wide and filled to the brim. Her head snapped back to scream again and she found a tentacle, which had been waiting for her to do that, forcing itself into her mouth driving her jaws apart as widely as possible.

As she was writhing around being shoved back and forth from both ends, Mrs Patak was desperately trying to hold off a tentacle apparently destined for her ample bosom. Two other tentacles shot out and wrapped around each of her wrists, pulling her arms out as wide as they would go. Just for something different Phil sent an instruction to the creature and it immediately responded.

Mrs Patak was turned up the right way, her shoulder length black hair flopped back down around her face, and she was woozy for a moment as the blood rushed back down away from her head. Two new tentacles shot out, and reared up like snakes ready to strike. The ends of the tentacles opened up like mouths and then widened and moulded themselves into a nice half sphere shape. Then they shot forwards again and with a noise like two suction cups, they swallowed both her medium sized tits. She squealed as they began to suck in long drawn out movements.

More tentacles attached themselves to her legs, around the knees and waist, she could feel smaller tendrils wrapping themselves around her waist, down between her thighs and back up around between her buttocks to link with the one at her waist.

The tentacles holding her moved again and her legs were bent upwards at the knees, as though she were squatting down on her haunches. Then it spread her knees apart, to reveal her pussy lips nestling between her dark skinned thighs. Again Phil heard a nearby whimper and he wondered what they would think of what was about to happen. On command little feelers crept out of the tentacles between her thighs and spread her pussy lips apart, holding them open so everyone could see the pink insides of their teacher. The show continued on as she was rolled backwards, lifting her arse up in the air, and to her horror she felt the tentacles tugging on her cheeks, spreading them apart for all the students to see her crinkly little arsehole.

After a moment it rolled her back into place and she was again able to see the faces in front of her.

Phil moved behind the students as he wanted to see their reactions, as another tentacle shot up from underneath her and roughly invaded her arsehole. She screamed in pain, and the girls recoiled in horror. Some of the guys seemed uncomfortable and the others loved it.

He looked back at Julia, who was being forced to orgasm again and again by the tentacles and the little furry feelers that were stroking her little clitty.

He watched as a new tentacle lined itself up and shot out forcing it’s way into her virgin arsehole. Her head snapped back again in pain, and she did her best to scream with a tentacle in her mouth.

The creature was going for a full two-some, keeping both ladies in action and had forced a tentacle into the still screaming mouth of Mrs Patak immediately after it began roughly fucking her arsehole. Keeping it’s tentacle in place, it began to slide her up and down, driving her back onto the tentacle time and time again. Then the tentacle began to swell, slowly growing wider, forcing her poor arsehole wider and wider. Phil saw the look on her face as she realised what was happening, and he almost came in his pants too, like several of the other guys were trying not to do. At first it was disbelief, then terror and lastly pain, a wonderful combination look, three for the price of one so to speak.

Lastly to top it all off a last tentacle slithered it’s way up her leg, desperately looking down, she couldn’t see it but she knew where it was headed. She tried to close her legs, to fight and kick to get it off her, but she was held firmly in place, her legs didn’t budge, and the tentacle continued on it’s way up her thigh. She felt her pussy lips being drawn apart, and a moment later like a large slug, the slimy, rubbery thing slid into her defenceless pussy. Then something else attached itself to her clit, and began to stimulate her as the tentacles began to fuck in and out of her pussy and her arsehole.

The guys were groaning in pleasure, the girls like Jane, were hiding under their desks, desperately hoping not to attract it’s attention.

Julia was nearly delirious from having orgasmed so many times, and Mrs Patak was heading towards her third already, and even though it was fun there was only so much tentacle rape that a guy can take. Phil looked at his watch and realised he should be heading home so he instructed the creature to finish up.

With a watery roar, sounding like someone emptying a sink, the creature began to pulsate and shudder. It’s strokes became more frantic and as both the women began to convulse in another orgasm, and with a loud gush it began to orgasm too. The class watched in amazement as the creature began to deflate, as the tentacles in the women’s pussies began to pump it’s juices into them. As it pumped, more and more of the creature disappeared, presumably into the women’s wombs.

With a final gurgle it’s empty skin fell to the ground with a wet splat, and the two women were released, sliding to the ground alongside it’s remains.

They were both exhausted, and they collapsed back onto the ground breathing heavily, as the blue fluid began to slowly ooze from their abused cunts. Neither of them had noticed yet that their bellies were now swollen to the size of a 9 month pregnant woman. A moment later they did, and the screaming resumed.

The guys in the room looked at each other in awe and excitement.

“Cool!” whispered one of them.

“Definitely,” said another.

Phil hadn’t expected this to happen, but that was the way with science experiments, unexpected things occurred. He wondered what their offspring would be, now that birth would be cool to see. He was sure he could arrange that, maybe the guys would like to come along too, he thought with a grin.

Chapter 7

"Come to the fair," shouted the young kid as he shoved a flyer into Phil's hand as he tried to get past him in the corridor. Phil took the flyer and shoved past the younger student, he was tempted to just toss it into the bin, but for some reason he actually looked at it.

Apparently the school fair was going to be on soon, and they were looking for different stalls. Better still, whomever could raise the most money would get a bonus for their chosen department's budget in the next year. Phil was sure the computer lab could really do with a bit more money for upgrades, so he decided he would win it for them. The only question was how? What would he do?

Phil dropped his backpack onto the long wooden bench in the hall as he flopped down onto it, and sat watching the passing students, wondering how he would raise the money.

Phil was staring off into the distance, pondering his quest, when something caught his attention and snapped him back to reality.

There was that French exchange student, and she was happily walking along towards him, her d-cup titties bouncing along braless in the black strapless top she was wearing. He watched, engrossed in the spectacle of her bouncing tits, as she came ever closer to him.

He had a wonderful idea for his stall and it was all thanks to this French chick whose name he didn't know, or care about.

Phil stood as she came alongside him, and time stood still.

He looked her up and down, she was a beautiful brunette-haired beauty. Her long legs and tight arse were encased in skin tight, dark blue jeans, and her great tits were hiding behind the cotton material of her black top. It was one of those ones that started just above her cleavage and had tiny little sleeves in line with the uppermost part of the top. It hid everything, and exposed her shoulders, throat and collarbones. He could see that she was wearing no bra, and she had been bouncing around underneath the top to prove it. Deciding to end the speculation for anyone who had been wondering if maybe she was just wearing a strapless bra or something, Phil grabbed the sleeves and slid them both down further, helping the top to ease it's way down over the curve of her tits, revealing her pert nipples and lovely brown areolae. He knew she wouldn't notice this for a little while, and it would give everyone a show, especially all the guys who had been dying to see her killer tits ever since she'd arrived here. He gave each of her nipples a good lick, knowing that when time restarted they would both rise to attention. He took one last moment to cup her mounds in his hands, enjoying the weight of them. Since he had been getting used to his powers, Phil had decided that there was always time to stop and smell the roses as such, in this case her magnificent set of tits. He turned and sat behind her on the bench, and ran his hand down the curve of her back, over her firm arsecheeks and down to the back of her knees. He sat back away from her and restarted time. She continued walking and then hesitated for a moment. She looked around the corridor and saw that there was no one within arms reach of her, so she continued walking. Phil was enjoying the reactions on the faces of the students walking towards her. The fun ended as one of the crabby old-maid English teachers stepped out in front of her to halt her progress.

"I don't know what they allow in France, young lady, but here we do not allow our students to roam the corridors exposing their breasts for all to see."

Phil watched as she did a double take and quickly pulled her top back up into position.

"Don't bother trying to explain to me what you're doing, just report to detention this afternoon," she said as she spun on her heel and stomped angrily away from the student.

Phil grinned at the new idea that had just popped into his head, and headed off to find the detention room.

Phil was lounging back in the chair behind the teacher's desk, at the front of the classroom where detention was being held today. He put his feet up on the desk and pulled a Batman comic book out of his bag and started to read.

"What are you doing?" asked a shocked female voice from the doorway.

Phil looked up from his comic and saw Miss Hathaway, one of the Maths teachers, whose room this was.

"I've been waiting for you and the others to get here," said Phil, quite matter-of-factly.

"What?"

"You're late for your detention, hurry up and sit down," grinned Phil as he made some subtle changes to her perception of things.

"Sorry sir," she said, in a humble voice and quickly rushed into the room taking the desk nearest to her.

Anne Hathaway was a twenty-something teacher who hadn't been here for very long. Phil had always thought she was pretty, but had never given her any more consideration. Phil followed the slim and athletic lines of her legs up along her calves as they disappeared underneath her long brown skirt. Her b-cup tits were hiding beneath a white blouse, and her long curly brown hair was attempting to escape from the bobby pins and hair combs that were trying to hold it in check. Her round glasses were perched on the end of her cute little turned up nose, and she had a look of contrition on her face.

"That's better, make sure you're not late again."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir."

Phil sat back and continued reading, waiting for the students to show up.

The last bell rang and like a thunderous roar of stampeding buffalo, the students quickly departed the building. Phil waited, knowing the students on their way here would be in no rush to get here, and after a minute or so they started to file slowly into the room.

"Hurry up and take your seats, I hope you all have something constructive to do."

Phil watched as a couple of guys walked into the room and wandered up to the back, he vaguely recognised them as younger versions of Mike Helms, he was sure they were the ones who tormented his younger friends on a fairly regular basis. He hadn't considered helping them in this way, but there was no reason not to.

"You two," said Phil, pointing at them. They turned and stared arrogantly at the 'teacher' standing before them. "Come up here."

They wandered up to the front and leisurely stood waiting to see what he wanted of them.

"You," he said pointing at the stupid piggy-looking one on the right, "Don't move, just watch this." The guy slowly turned his head and then stood like a statue.

Phil stood in front of the thinner, more arrogant one of the pair. He guessed this was the brains of the operation, and decided he didn't like this smirking little rat.

Before the kid could react, Phil had rammed his knee into the guy's groin, hard.

The kid fell to the ground gasping as though his lungs were being pulled out through his chest. Phil dropped down next to the guy's head.

"Does that hurt? How about now?" Phil was slowly turning the pain intensity up in the bully's mind, and after a moment the kid began to sob in agony.

"I think that's painful enough," leaving the pain at that level of intensity. He turned and glared at the other one. "Do you see this?"

"Yes!" the fat one squeaked.

"Can you imagine how much that hurts?"

He nodded.

"Good," said Phil with a grin. Immediately he took the idea from the fat kid's mind and made it reality. Fattie dropped to the ground and began to roll around in agony, clutching his groin. "A bit more I think," said Phil evilly, and the fat guy wailed in agony as the pain increased.

"Now do the two of you know some friends of mine called Tom and Ron?"

The pain suddenly eased, and the fat one nodded. "Yes we know them."

"Then you know what this is about, don't you?"

The fat one nodded again.

"What are you doing?" moaned the other one, trying to whack the other guy with the back of his fist, as they both rolled around on the floor.

"Enough of that," said Phil as the guy again doubled up in pain.

"Now, if the two of you so much as look at my friends again, the pain you're in now... well, let's just say you'll be begging for it to avoid what I'll do to you next."

Fattie began to sob, more in fear than pain, and nodded his head. "I'll stay away from them, tell them I'm sorry. Please... I'm so very sorry."

"Well alright then," and suddenly the pain was gone and the fat one gingerly sat up.

"Go back to your seat."

He got up, leaving his friend curled up in the foetal position on the floor.

"Well what about you tough guy, you want a bit more?"

"No! Damn it, I'll leave them alone. Tell them I'm sorry and I'll leave them alone."

"I guess that sounds sincere enough," and he stopped the pain for him too. "Get back to your seat, loser."

The smaller guy half walked and half crawled back to his seat, unaware that Phil had put the suggestion in both their heads, that if either of his friends snap their fingers, the two bullies would be suddenly overcome with mind numbing pain until they snapped their fingers again.

He supposed that he had a lot of unresolved anger towards bullies, but what the hell, what good was power if you couldn't use it?

Phil had waited for a few moments longer before the French student made her entrance. Phil had checked, her name was Marie and she was going to be here for another six months. He was going to enjoy the next six months, he would see that she did too.

"Do you know what time it is young lady?" asked Phil, impersonating a stern teacher.

"I am sorry sir," she said, with a mouth watering French accent. "I did not know where this room was."

"That's no excuse, you knew you had to be here, you should have found out beforehand."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir," she said, her eyes firmly fixed on her shoes.

Phil also knew she was an exemplary student, and this was probably the first time she'd ever been in trouble. He could feel his cock hardening already as he drank in the sight of her, and revelled in the taste of his power.

"That's very disrespectful, and rude to the other students who could manage to get here on time. Isn't that right everyone?"

"Yes Sir," they all chorused in unison.

"I think you deserve to be punished, young lady. What do you think?"

She simply nodded, her mind numbed by this horrible turn of events. She had no idea how all of this had occurred, but she was too much of a studious rule follower to go against anything the school chose to put in front of her.

"Well then, at least you are showing some responsibility for your actions. That's good."

He moved around behind the desk, facing the classroom, and directed her to stand alongside the desk.

"Lean forwards, and grab hold of the desk with both hands."

She bent forwards and took hold of the edge of the table, her firm arse pointing towards the doorway.

With a flourish, Phil pulled a wooden ruler from the top desk drawer and moved alongside her.

"I think we'll start with ten on the buttocks, do you agree?"

She was horrified, but had no idea how to get out of this. After a moment, she nodded her agreement. At least he had left her clothes on.

Phil gave her a hard slap on the arse with the ruler, and despite the tough denim covering she could still feel the impact and the sting of the ruler.

By the time he had reached ten her arse was getting quite warm and she was glad it was over.

"Well, now that we're warmed up we'll get on with your punishment."

"But.." she stood up and looked at him in shock.

"Something wrong Miss?"

She looked down for a moment, slowly rubbing her sore buttocks through her jeans, and then slowly shook her head.

"I'm glad there's nothing wrong, now let me see why you're here."

Phil theatrically leafed through a manila folder, which contained a comic book, but she didn't know that.

"It says you were caught flashing your breasts in the corridor. Is that right?"

Her face went bright red in embarrassment, and she dropped her head down to stare at her shoes.

"Well, were you displaying yourself in the halls?"

She slowly nodded, and looked up at him, softly biting her lower lip in despair.

"So you think they're that good do you?"

"Sir, no! I don't know what happened, my shirt must have fallen down."

"A likely story. You wanted to flash them at the boys didn't you, maybe the girls too. I've heard they're like that over there in France, anything that holds still long enough you have a go at, eh?"

"No sir, not at all," she said indignantly.

"Well if you think they deserve a showing, let us decide."

She looked at him with terror in her eyes.

"What do you think? Should she let us decide?"

"Yes," they all yelled, a wave of lust sweeping over them, directed from Phil.

"It's decided then, so pull that top down this instant!"

She stood and stared in disbelief, surely he wasn't going to make her do that!

"What are you waiting for!" he yelled, slamming his open palm down on the desk, making her jump. "I gave you an instruction, and unless you want to be in here for the rest of the year you'll be quick about it!"

Slowly she shook her head in disbelief, and crossed her arms over her ample chest, perhaps to protect it from their lascivious stares. After a moment her hands moved across and gingerly took hold of the sleeves on her biceps, and pulled them down. Her top began to slide down, exposing the curve of her breasts, but she stopped when it reached her nipples.

"Please sir," she begged.

"Hurry up girl, we don't have time for this stalling. You still have a punishment waiting."

She looked down at the floor and slowly slid the top all the way down over her tits, and left it around her waist.

Immediately the guys in the class cheered and jeered her.

"Settle down!" said Phil sternly, and immediately they were silent. He could sense the teacher had a vague impression that there was something wrong here, but he quickly set her mind at ease and continued on.

"Well about time, now get back into position."

After a moment, she moved back alongside the desk and leaned forwards. Her full breasts swung down beneath her, giving the class a great show.

"One last thing," said Phil as he moved behind her. "I think you can have the rest of your strokes on your bare cheeks." And with a quick movement he undid her button, slid her fly down and pushed her jeans and panties down around her knees. She was too dumbfounded to react initially. Phil stood back, admiring the view.

Immediately she straightened up, trying to cover her nudity with one hand while trying to pull her pants back up.

"What do you think you're doing?" yelled Phil as he whacked her hands with the ruler each time she tried to put her clothes back on.

"But Sir, surely this can't be right."

"You'll do as you're told! Don't try and tell me that your father didn't put you over his knee and pull your pants down to chastise your naughty little derrière?"

"He didn't Sir."

"Don't lie to me girl, you'll get another five for lying. Now get back in position," and gave her shoulder a shove towards the table.

Reluctantly she moved back into position and lifted her bare arse up towards the door. If anyone walked in they would get quite a view of her assets.

"Now that's better," said Phil as he drew the ruler back and lashed out with it, leaving a red mark on her white buttocks.

She jerked forwards to get away from the pain, causing her tits to swing back and forth enticingly. The guys in the class were doing all the could to prevent themselves from pulling their erect cocks out and whacking off at the sight of it all.

Phil gave her another fourteen whacks across the arse, making a total of fifteen, and then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Her arse was crisscrossed with stripes, red, and starting to rise up in welts. The French girl was sobbing, and her breasts were wobbling around as she sobbed. His cock was rock hard and he decided not to deny it any longer.

"Ok, the rest of you read your text books, now."

Immediately they all grabbed their books, the teacher grabbed one off the shelf nearby, and began reading.

"Do you think you've been punished enough?" he whispered in her ear.

In between sobs she managed to give an affirmative answer.

"Well that's a real shame," he said as he moved around behind her, slowly unzipping himself and freeing his erection from his pants. "I think you need another lesson in obedience."

She was shaking her head, trying to beg and affirm that she was going to be a perfect student.

"I'm sure you'll be a wonderful student," said Phil as he stroked his erect, angry looking cock. "Once you've had this final lesson, I'm sure you'll be very obedient." He watched her as she shivered in anticipation, and quietly spat on his hand and rubbed it over his cock head. He moved closer to her, a hair's breadth away from her skin, and lined his cock up with her. "Now, learn from this!" he exclaimed as he pressed forwards and began to drive his hard cock into her virgin arsehole.

She began to squeal in pain, and Phil grinned in pleasure.

"You'll do as you're told from now on won't you," he yelled at her as he shoved it all the way into her backside.

She was frantically trying to agree with him, hoping it would get him to stop, and wailed as he continued to pound away at her defenceless arse.

Phil was enjoying this little piece of French arse, even if the difference was only in his mind, as far as he was concerned she was something out of the ordinary. He thought he might like to try some other foreign delicacies.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back towards him. "Are you enjoying that?"

She squealed in pain as he thrust into her, hard.

"It sounds like you love it."

The pain was incredible, and she was starting to get a bit delirious. He was driving his hard rod in and out of her poor abused arse for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. Suddenly he pulled out of her, slapped her on her punished arse, and she jumped in pain.

He spun her around and forced her down to her knees.

"I think you need one last humiliation, little French bitch."

He took her hand and made her press her big titties together as he moved forwards and started sliding his cock up and down between them.

"Yeah that's it, you little French Poodle, hold you great big titties together for me."

After a few more strokes he groaned, and pulled his cock from her warm mammary valley. He pointed his cock at her tits and began to fire squirt after squirt of white hot cum at her heaving tits. He watched as his juice shot out and lashed across her nipples, and after a moment slowly dripped off into her lap.

He snapped his fingers in the air. "Anne, come over here."

Immediately the Maths teacher got up and walked over to stand alongside the abused Frenchwoman.

Phil pointed down at the dishevelled, heaving girl on the floor.

"Do you see my come all over her tits?"

Anne stared for a second, taking in the sight of the gooey white juices smeared liberally over the lovely, taught, titflesh. She nodded silently.

"Good, clean it off with your tongue."

Immediately she dropped to her hands and knees, and began to work at the erect nipples and delightful tits of the French girl. Marie began to moan in excitement as the older woman worked her tongue all over her sensitive tits.

Phil watched on, and he felt his excitement rise as he watched the teacher licking the other girl's tits.

Rising to the occasion, Phil felt his cock harden, and he dropped to his knees behind the teacher.

"Keep going, get her nice and clean," he instructed as he took hold of the hem of the teacher's skirt.

"Uh huh," nodded Anne as she continued slurping away.

Phil lifted her skirt up, exposing her arse, covered in a lacy white bodysuit. He could see the brown curly hairs sticking out from underneath the flimsy piece of material. He got in close behind her and pulled the crotch of her suit out of the way to expose her lovely snatch. He looked down at his slimy cock, covered in Marie's nasty arse juices and decided he'd better clean it off first.

Taking a quick look around he saw Janene, and annoying girl who always tried to get him in trouble. She usually only managed to get herself in trouble which was usually why she was here. She had a hard, mean looking face with penetrating blue eyes and dark brown straight hair. She was a thin wiry looking girl, with no tits whatsoever.

"Janene, get over here," he yelled, snapping his fingers for effect.

She jumped to her feet and came over to him.

"Down here you stupid cow," he snapped at her.

She dropped down to the floor and looked at him vacantly.

"My cock is filthy after fucking the French bitch's arse, clean it for me slut."

She began to look around the room for something. "Do you have a tissue?" she asked him eventually.

"You stupid bitch, use your mouth."

He watched in triumph as the horrible bitch leaned forwards and opened her profanity-laden mouth, and slid his cock between her cruel lips. He could feel her tongue doing it's best to wash his cock as she slid it in and out of her mouth. After a moment he had had enough.

"Ok that's enough, get back to your seat."

She got up and went back to her seat, and resumed reading her book.

Phil moved the crotch of Anne's underwear again and lined himself up with her wet snatch. He rubbed the tip up and down the moist lips, and slowly slid himself into her pussy.

She groaned in pleasure, as her face was buried in some top quality French cleavage.

Phil couldn't get over how tight she was, and was really enjoying her. He began to merrily pound away, knowing he only had to worry about his own pleasure as she would come when he was done, just as he had instructed her to do. He slapped her arse a couple of times as he hit bottom, and slid back out again. He could feel her pussy muscles squeezing him, and pressing firmly against the underside of his cock, stimulating him greatly. He began to come and squirted into the depths of her lovely hot pussy. After a few more thrusts he pulled his semen-covered cock out of her box with a wet pop.

"Ok her tits are clean Anne, this needs cleaning now," he said, pointing at his deflating cock.

Happily she began to suck it as Marie collapsed into a quivering heap on the carpet.

Phil was pleased with the afternoon's entertainment, plus he had worked out more of his idea for his stall at the fair. All he needed was another volunteer or maybe two.  

Chapter 8

Phil enjoyed the challenge, and it was only cheating a little bit. He knew he could raise the most money for the computer lab, the others had no chance, they just didn’t realise it yet.

Phil was marching back across the playing field, walking back from a trestle table set up at the far end where the fair was going to be held, he had his stall holder’s form clutched in his left hand. His bag was slung nonchalantly over his shoulder and he was holding the strap with his other hand. It was not so long ago that he couldn’t dare walk across this field, and he certainly couldn’t have his bag not properly secured to stop one of the resident idiots from trying to steal it off him as a pathetic joke for their friends. He smirked to himself as he walked, thinking about the fates that had befallen his enemies.

For the first time in a long time, Phil found himself considering what had happened to him, and the changes his new gift had bestowed upon him. He reached into his pocket and felt the cold weight of the watch, sitting safe and sound. He touched it with his fingertips and felt the tingle of energy from it as he ran his fingers over the raised writing on its surface.

A horrible new thought suddenly occurred to him, was this like some genie thing? Could his power run out?

“How long can I use you for?” he thought to the cold part of his mind, which he had realised housed the connection to the being inside the watch.

“My power is yours for as long as you choose to wield it,” came back the booming reply.

“So you’re not a genie then?”

“No, I am not a genie,” chuckled the voice in his head. “I am a gift, a gift of power from a civilisation beyond your comprehension. Do not question your gift, accept it and use it.”

Phil wasn’t really too convinced by this, but suddenly he saw Heather and he was immediately distracted from his previous thoughts.

“Heather!” he yelled as he waved her over to him. He grinned at her as he ran his fingers over the watch, feeling it’s magic working on her mind.

Heather looked up and saw Phil, she wasn’t sure if she should ignore him or chastise him for daring to speak to her, when she suddenly felt compelled to do as she was told.

“Yes Phil,” she said as she made her way over to him.

“So you do actually know my name,” he stated in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“I need your help to run my stall at the school fair.”

“I have already said I would help the cheerleader stall, we need money for new uniforms.”

Phil let the thought of new uniforms run through his mind, with his own evil twist on it, before returning to the matter at hand.

“That’s ok, you can do both. Some of your friends might help me too.”

“Ok, what do you need.”

Phil grinned an evil grin. “Just you, and some gym equipment.”

Phil looked happily at his elaborate stand. He had convinced the carpentry guys to make it for him, and the art students to paint it for him. He had his counter in the middle, where his friends Tom and Ron were waiting to sell tickets. He had a little raised stage off to the left where he could stand with his top hat and red tails on, allowing his dramatic flair to run loose for once.

Alongside his stage was a Perspex box, lit with a big spotlight (the had some of the metal work guys set that up for him), not unlike a telephone booth.

On the other side of the counter was a medium sized stage, surrounded by a nice purple velvet curtain, which he had arranged for the girls who took sewing to make.

All he needed now were his stars, and they would arrive soon enough.

Phil stood on his little stage, waving his cane around in one hand, megaphone in the other. He watched as laughing people roamed around having a great time, and he pressed the megaphone to his mouth.

“Roll up, roll up, come and see the amazing disappearing box. Put anything in it and I can make it vanish.”

Some of the crowd wandered over and stood in front of him to have a look.

“Hello Ladies and Gentlemen. Here we have an ordinary Perspex box, anything I place in it will disappear, or any part of anything I place in there can disappear. Shall I show you?”

Murmured approval rolled out from the crowd. He grinned and grabbed a large bowling ball from behind the counter.

“Here I have an ordinary bowling ball,” he held it up for the crowd to see it. “Please check it for me sir.”

A blonde guy in the front took hold of the ball from him and nodded his approval.

“Ok would you please open the cabinet and check it for me.”

The blonde guy looked a little unsure, but he made his way to the back of the box and pulled the door open like it was a large cupboard. He pressed his hands against the walls and they flexed slightly, but did nothing else.

“Please get in and check it doesn’t have a false bottom, jump up and down to test it.”

He shrugged his acceptance and stepped inside the small box. He stood in the middle and jumped up and down a few times.

“It seems fine,” he said as he made his way back to the audience.

“Ok, thank you sir.” Phil placed the bowling ball in the middle of the box, and closed the door.

He flicked the switch to turn on the spotlight and then jumped back up onto his podium.

“As you can see one moment the ball is there… the next it is not!” he said as he pointed at the ball now on the ground alongside him.

Phil had stopped time and removed it, but as far as they were concerned it has simply vanished and reappeared out here.

Loud applause ran through the crowd.

“Thank you, thank you all. If you would be so kind as to spare a few coins,” he pointed at Tom who was moving around the group with a container. Phil waited a moment while Tom collected the coins people were holding out to him and then signalled to Phil to continue.

“Thank you for your generosity. Now for something a little more fun?”

Phil scanned the crowd and saw a hot babe with long curly blonde hair, standing alongside some friends, all giggling as they realised he was looking at her.

“Miss, would you be so kind?” he pointed at her, and the audience all applauded hoping the tasty 20-something would get up to entertain them.

Quickly she succumbed to peer pressure and made her way forwards.

“Hello there, what’s your name?”

“Patty,” she giggled as she munched on some popcorn.

“Hello Patty,” said Phil waving at the audience, who got the hint and also said hello.

“Will you please come here and stand inside the amazing disappearing box,” he held the door open for her and helped her inside, taking her box of popcorn off her as he closed the door.

She stood at attention, looking a bit nervous as he turned the light on her and she realised everyone was staring at her.

She was wearing a tight pink top, showing off her perky b cup sized tits, and tight white shorts, which clearly showed the outline of her darker panties in the bright light.

Phil scanned the audience and saw a pair of chuckling boys, lustfully checking her out.

He moved over to them.

“Hello boys, do you like the look of Patty.”

They both nodded, grinning.

“Yes she’s pretty hot. So what do you think we should do?”

“Make her disappear?” one of them asked tentatively.

“Well we could, but that’s been done hasn’t it. It’s only worth a handful of coins, and we’re here to raise money aren’t we?”

They nodded at him.

He leaned closer in to them. “What if I made her bra disappear, would that be worth $10 to you?”

Immediately $10 suddenly appeared in one of the kid’s hands and was being shoved towards him.

“Ok then. I have received a challenge!” Phil straightened up. “The boys in the front doubt my power,” he said theatrically to a titter of laughter from the crowd, they were all sure this was some kind of illusion.

“They want me to leave her in the box, but make her bra disappear and reappear. They have bet me $10 that I can’t do it, he said holding up the money. Who am I to refuse such a challenge in the name of charity!”

The crowd applauded, and he turned to face Patty, nervously smiling inside the box, not really able to hear what was going on outside.

Holding his hands out alongside him, Phil turned and faced the audience again.

“With one simple flick of my wrist… her bra appears here in my hands.” Phil now was holding her white bra stretched out between his hands for all the audience to see.

Immediately their attention turned to the girl, and her nipples were now quite obviously poking into the material of her pink top. A moment later she seemed to realise something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She patted herself down, almost like she was trying to remember which pocket she’d left her keys in, but she hadn’t figured it out yet.

The boys gasped in excitement.

Phil waved them forwards and they came up to him. “See guys, it’s still warm.”

He handed it to the one that had paid him. He turned to the other one and theatrically whispered. “The panties are $20.”

As the crowd laughed, the boy handed over $20.

Phil shrugged and turned back to the audience. “All in the name of charity,” he chuckled. With a sudden flick of his wrist her panties appeared between his thumb and forefinger. He handed these to the other boy, and ushered them back into the crowd.

“Now before anyone asks, I could go further, but I won’t… at least not in this timeslot,” which was met with more chuckles and applause from the audience.

“Thank you, thank you all. Remember it’s all for charity, and don’t forget, this evening I’ll be doing a more adult show so please come along and tell your friends,” he pointed his cane at the velvet curtain with a theatrical flourish and then ended with a low bow. A moment later he vanished off the podium and reappeared behind the counter.

Tom and Ron were enjoying the show, especially seeing as they were helping Phil with the act. Each time Phil made something disappear he was actually stopping time for a moment, allowing the guys to run up to the box, remove the item and bring it back to him. All the while allowing their hands to explore the lovely body while removing the clothing.

“Great show Phil, we made sixty bucks that time.”

“Excellent guys,” he said as he walked up to the box and opened the door to let Patty out.

“Thank you for your assistance Patty.” Phil quickly calmed her anxiety about not having any underwear on, and gave her a few more mental suggestions. “Please come back and see the show tonight.”

Phil called the boys who were loitering nearby, holding their ‘prizes’ tightly so that no one could snatch them away.

“Guys, you were great, thanks for the donations. Let your friends know, I’ll be on again in ten minutes time. Tell them what a great show it is.”

They both nodded, and then one of them turned his head as a thought popped into it, and he grinned at Phil.

“Hey dude, if we bring a chick along, will you pick her and do your thing?”

“It’s $20 extra, but yeah I will.”

Ten minutes later they were back with a group of friends, and some of the guys had persuaded one of the school nurses to come along with them.

Phil looked at them, impressed with their good taste, as they pointed quietly at her and flashed the money at him as he went into his spiel with the bowling ball. He liked the look of the nice 25 year old brunette nurse, he might have to make her underwear disappear personally.

Phil had closed up shop for the day, having made a lot of money for his friends in the computer department.

“I think that went well,” he said with a grin to his friends.

“Half the chicks at the fair lost their underwear today,” laughed Ron.

Phil smiled. “Let’s see how well tonight’s auction goes then.”

“I see you all heard about tonight’s show,” chuckled Phil as he looked around at the growing throng of people around his stall. “Our show will be starting soon, if you’d like to sit in a seat come to the front and see Ron or Tom and for $5 you can rent a chair.” Phil pointed at the guys with his cane, and then with a theatrical spin he ‘vanished’ off the stage to a round of excited gasps from the audience.

Phil had wandered back behind the curtain on his main stage and was organising his attractions when he restarted time for everyone else as he rubbed the watch in his pocket with his fingertips.

Phil stuck his head out between the curtains and saw that the area in front of the stage was full, and they all appeared eager to see the show.

“Well without any further ado, let’s get this show underway.”

At Phil’s signal Tom pressed the button on the CD player and loud rock music started playing to get the crowd pumped up.

Phil emerged from the curtains, now wearing a sparkly purple vest and matching bow tie. A few of the other kids from school whistled at him in mock appreciation and he gave them a grin.

“For your entertainment this evening we have spared no expense and brought you only the finest talents available. I hope you’ve brought your wallets tonight, because when you see the range of opportunities available you’ll be ready to break the bank.”

Phil pointed at Ron and the spotlights came on, lighting up the front of the stage.

“Firstly we have Marie, our lovely young French delight,” with a wave of his arm, the curtain parted to reveal Marie standing awkwardly in a little French Maid’s uniform. Phil reached forwards and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out to the front of the stage. He could hear the sudden intake of breath, as every guy in the audience moved forwards on their seat to get a better look. She was wearing a short little black satin dress, which was cut with a low square neckline to show off her fantastic cleavage. She had black fishnet stockings being held up with black and red lace garters, highlighting her nice long legs flowing down into her shiny black leather high-heeled shoes. Her outfit was finished off with a little lace apron, and a matching white lace hat perched on top of her short brown hair. In her left hand she held a feather duster, which she flicked nervously at the audience. She was the epitome of the classic fantasy French Maid.

Phil held her hand up above her head and spun her around slowly on the spot to give the audience a complete view. As she turned around to face the curtains he bent her forwards slightly to reveal her frilly white lace French knickers under her short dress to the audience.

“Let’s hear a nice welcome for Marie.”

The guys all stood and applauded, almost in unison.

“I wonder what’s next? Want to see?”

The noise from the crowd was pretty loud now, and Phil was enjoying this.

“How about a dollar or two for the charity.”

A barrage of coins and notes quickly found their way into Tom and Ron’s buckets, and they signalled Phil to continue.

Phil moved Marie along the stage to the first of three crosses painted on the floor.

“Our second star of the evening is from a lot closer to home. Here we have Patty, always ready to learn something new!”

The curtains slid apart to reveal Patty, the blonde from earlier in the afternoon, dressed up as a schoolgirl.

She gingerly stepped forwards, to thunderous applause from the audience. She grinned as she gained confidence, and struck a pose.

She was decked out in a red tartan skirt, a white blouse with a little necktie and a navy blue jacket with a school emblem on the breast pocket. She undid a couple of the buttons on her chest region, and pulled her white blouse apart, then she bent forwards slightly to show off her cleavage, revealing her lacy white bra as her tits tried to peek out from inside her blouse. She ran her hands down her hips as she gave a bit of a shimmy and wriggled her hips from side to side. She ran her hands down lower, over her thighs to the tops of her knee-high white stockings. She couldn’t reach all the way down to her chunky black leather shoes though, so she ran her hands back up and looked at the audience and grinned. Her blonde hair was pulled into two pigtails, and as she grinned she blew a bubble and popped the bubble gum before sucking it back into her mouth.

Phil directed her along to the next spot, and spun back around to face the audience.

“Good stuff eh?”

The guys were whistling in appreciation, and Phil was watching as the back rows of the chairs were quickly filling up with people wanting to see what all the noise was about.

“Our third and final contestant for the evening, here’s Heather to really cheer you up!”

The curtains parted to reveal Heather standing in her cheerleader’s outfit.

She marched out, in a very cheerleaderish sort of way and struck a pose with her pom-poms on each hip.

She was rhythmically moving her hips in time to the music, looking all the while as though she was about to break out into a routine at any second.

She was wearing a white sweater with the school emblem across the front of her chest. Her pom-poms were red and white, matching the short red and white striped pleated skirt she was wearing. She kicked one of her legs up into the air, her white sport shoe and sock highlighting it as it flew up to almost touch her shoulder, and give them a glimpse of the red pants on underneath the skirt.

She cart wheeled across the stage to land perfectly and slide down into the splits, her buttocks bouncing on the stage as she came to rest, waving her pom poms above her head. She then spun her legs around into a sitting position and leapt up to stand on the final cross. She stood at attention, with a big grin on her face, and gave the audience a wave of her pom-poms before standing still, a big smile lighting up her face.

“Ok how’s that for a line up?”

The audience cheered their appreciation and Phil spun back pointing at the curtain with his cane.

“But wait, the curtains are still closed, could there be something else behind curtain number one?”

The audience cheered again as the curtain parted to reveal Mrs Tess, the Headmistress, sitting on the edge of a teacher’s desk standing alone in the middle of the stage.

The audience members went quiet in surprise and then started clapping politely, not sure what was going on now.

“Hello there Mrs Tess, we’ll be coming back to you later,” with a nod the desk slid back as far as it would go on the stage and Mrs Tess stepped off the stage into the darkness.

Phil felt the watch throb in his pocket as he used it’s power to alter the audience’s perceptions, suddenly everything he did from this moment on was perfectly acceptable, and all their more base desires would be allowed to bubble to the surface.

“Now as you all know this is for charity, so we need to raise some money here. So my challenge is how to separate you from your cash, and I have an answer to that. Marie, if you’d be so kind…”

Marie stepped back into the spotlight and in time with the music began to move rhythmically. After a moment she kicked off her high-heels and ran her fingertips up the length of her legs to her garters. She rolled the left one up off her stocking, slid the stocking down her leg, and kicked it to the side of the stage. Then she did the other one and kicked it to the other side of the stage. She reached around behind her neck and started to undo the zip on her dress, as the audience began to go into a frenzy.

“Enough Marie,” called Phil, and took hold of her hands, pulling them down in front of her. “I think they get the hint.”

The audience had started chants of ‘more’ and ‘take it off’.

“If you would like to see any of the three ladies here perform further, it will require a donation. Any maybe, just maybe, if we get enough money, then Mrs Tess will come out and perform a special routine for us too.”

He could see the ideas flashing across their faces, and it only took a few seconds before the front of the stage was crowded with guys holding out dollars to him.

Phil reached down and grabbed a twenty off the nearest guy.

“Ok, who would you like to see next?”

Bit by bit, the three ladies had surrendered each article of clothing for cash from the audience, until the three of them were standing almost nude on stage.

Marie was left only in her white frilly French knickers. She was topless as she hadn’t been wearing a bra, her large titties hanging loose for all to see, and she didn’t care. She stood up straight with her shoulders back and chest out, proud of her magnificent rack.

Patty stood next to her wearing the white lace underwear which the audience had seen peeking out from her uniform earlier.

Heather stood at the end, wearing her skirt, shoes and her bra. Her red pants had been removed, and as the last donation for this round was taken the guy asked for her bra. She reached back and unclipped it, before sliding it off her arms and throwing it onto the pile of clothing behind her. She took her pom poms as Phil threw them to her and stood with her hands on her hips, chest thrust out giving Marie a run for her money in the titty department.

Phil counted all the money and said to the audience that they hadn’t reached the total needed for Mrs Tess to come out and perform yet, which was met with a groan of disappointment.

“We need to get a bit more first,” yelled Phil as the curtain drew back to reveal two mini trampolines. “Heather and Marie are going to have to compete for your dollars.”

Heather and Marie both made their way to the mini tramps and climbed up onto them, and stood facing the audience.

“Our two chests of honour here, are going to jump for you. You pay they jump, get the idea?”

They did, immediately the sound of coins being dropped into the collection buckets could be heard.

“How many was that guys?” yelled Phil out into the darkness.

After a moment he heard Ron’s voice. “Twenty, Phil.”

“Ok Ladies, you heard the man. Twenty jumps each.”

Both of them immediately began to bounce on the trampolines, to the applause of the audience. Phil watched in amusement as the guys pressed up against the front of the stage tried to lean closer still, as the two sets of fantastic tits bounced up and down in front of them.

They reached the twenty mark and then climbed off.

“Do you think they can do better Heather?” asked Phil.

“I think if they want to see old Tessie, they’d better give up some more cash.”

“You heard the lady. As an incentive though, lets try this,” Phil said as he pulled three jumping ropes from the darkness offstage. “Here’s a freebie guys. Patty, take your bra off for the competition.”

Patty complied and allowed her pert medium sized tits to breathe in the cool night air.

Phil handed each of them a jumping rope, and the held his hand up to his ear theatrically to listen for money.

With a round of laughter, he heard the audience throw some more coins into the buckets.

“Ten this time,” yelled Ron.

“Ok ladies, ten skips each please.”

The three of them began to jump rope, and continued for ten.

“Time for Mrs Tess!” yelled Phil as he theatrically drew back the curtains and watched as the desk slid back into place via his telekinesis, thanks to his watch, and Mrs Tess walked back into the spotlight in front of the desk.

Phil watched as the sexy older woman, turned her back to the audience and reached down to grab the hem of her knee length skirt. She inched it up, going from side to side, slowly revealing her pantyhose encased legs. The skirt reached the bottom of her round arsecheeks and then she flicked it up over her arse, to reveal her black panties, under the pantyhose.

“Sir, sir!” she yelled to Phil.

“Why yes Mrs Tess, what’s the matter?”

“I’ve been a very bad, bad girl.”

“Have you now? Well there’s only one thing for that. I think you’ll need a good spanking, won’t you?”

“Oh yes sir,” she said lustfully.

“So do we have any takers for that job?” he asked turning to face the audience.

Every former male student in the audience was now charging the front of the stage to get there first.

After a quick auction, the highest bidder was gleefully making his way up the steps onto stage.

“What’s you name son?”

“Tony, Tony Montenelli. That bitch used to make me sit through detentions, day after day. I used to watch her hot body, as she sat there glaring at me. This is a dream come true man!”

Tony walked up behind her, and watched in disbelief as she bent forwards over the desk, presenting her firm buttocks for his discipline.

Tony gave her pantyhose covered arse a hard slap, and then another. She moaned in a mixture of lust and pain.

“Surely that’s not good enough is it Tony?”

Tony looked back at Phil in confusion.

“Don’t you think a bare arsed spanking would be better?”

Tony grinned, and quickly took hold of the top of her pantyhose and panties, pulling them down in one swift movement before Phil had time to change his mind.

Tony stared at the nice unblemished peaches before him, he could see a hint of her pussy peeking out from between her thighs, and he licked his lips.

He placed his hand on her naked flesh, enjoying the feel of it, and then raised it high. With a resounding slap of flesh he brought his hand back down onto her buttock, and she quivered in pain.

“So how bad have you been Mrs Tess? How many do you deserve?” asked Phil.

“Oh, at least twenty,” she mumbled lustfully.

“Twenty it is then, so she has another nineteen to go Tony.”

Tony nodded and gave her other cheek a loud slap, to a cheer from the audience.

Phil’s stall had outstripped his wildest expectations, he had made more money than he ever imagined he could. He had easily won all the prizes for best stall etc, and had been grinning like a Cheshire cat when Mrs Tess had presented him with the awards at the close of the fair. He watched as she quietly massaged her sore buttocks a couple of times, and licked his lips.

Everyone had gone, and Phil was grabbing a few items he wanted to take home before turning the lights out and leaving too.

Mrs Tess was still running around, making sure that everything was left in a suitable state, and he watched her for a moment or two before he called out to her.

“What is it Phillip?”

“Thank you for helping me out this evening.”

She nodded. “That’s ok, you did very well with your stall.”

Phil was rubbing the watch in his pocket, and then stared at her face for a moment. “Would you help me with something up here on stage please.”

She nodded and climbed back up onto the stage, and was led over to the desk in the middle.

“I’d just like to review a bit of your act if you don’t mind.”

Immediately she was back in show mode, and bent herself over the desk. Phil grabbed hold of her skirt and hiked it up over her butt, to reveal her naked body underneath. Phil had let Tony keep the panties and pantyhose as a souvenir, so she was now stark naked under her skirt.

“I thought I saw a hint of…” he reached out and grabbed her arsecheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her brown haired pussy and tight little arsehole. “…dark haired pussy, and it looks like I was right.”

“Yes sir, you’re right. Please punish me, I’ve been bad.”

“I need to teach you a lesson?”

“Yes please, teach me a lesson sir, one I won’t forget.”

“Ok then you asked for it.”

Phil unzipped his pants and pulled his erect cock out of his underwear. He spat on his hand and quickly rubbed it over his cock for a bit of lubrication, and then pressed the tip of it up against her little arsehole. “I don’t think you’ll forget this in a hurry,” he grunted as he began to force his cock into her.

She wailed in pain as his cock began to inch its way inside her tight little arse. She felt the pain as her arsehole was stretched open by his cock head, and then the shaft started to slide inside her.

As Phil began to slide in and out of her, he slapped her arsecheeks too, giving her a spanking and an arse fucking simultaneously.

“My god your arse is tight, after watching all these bouncing titties all day I’m just about ready to explode.”

“If that’s what you think I need sir…”

“Absolutely,” groaned Phil as he forced his cock into her again and again.

After a few more minutes of it, he finally lunged forwards, almost forcing her over the desk, and shot his load of hot spunk into her headmistresses’ arsehole.

Phil collapsed forwards over her back, and lay there happily for a moment, before pulling his dick out of her and standing back up.

He moved in front of her and pressed his slowly deflating cock against her lips. “Clean me up, you naughty girl. You’ve gotten my cock all messy.”

“Sorry sir,” she mumbled as she quickly drew his cock into her mouth and began to suck it clean.

He stood there happily for a moment and then pulled his cock out of her hungry mouth. “That’s enough,” he said as he walked back behind her.

She lay there dazed for a few moments before beginning to attempt to get her clothing back in order.

“I think you’ll need a few more detentions in future Mrs Tess!”

“Yes sir.”

To be continued...

Copyright 2006 Victor Ramierez

Go Back