Back to School

Nineteen year old Tommy Stewart staggered through a small grove of trees on his way home. He had been a party and he and his friend who drove him there had too much to drink. His parents were always bitching about his drinking and staying out all night, so he decided to walk home. The party was at a house at a new subdivision about two miles from his neighborhood. The two neighborhoods were separated by an undeveloped tract of woodland. He staggered into a small clearing when he noticed a strange silo shaped object in the middle of the glade. It was about two stories tall and about the circumference of a wading pool. It was a very shiny metallic color. Tommy had been in this clearing many times over the past watching for shooting stars, playing football, having bonfires, etc., and he had never seen this before. He slowly made his way towards it. He was about ten yards away when a strange creature came from behind it. The creature was about six feet tall, very slender, had a round head with two large green eyes set against an orangish brown skin. It was wearing a metallic blue body suit. When it noticed Tommy, it came to a sudden halt and stared at him.

Tommy froze where he was. For a second he wondered if someone had slipped something in one of his drinks, but his vision was not blurred. The creature raised a slender two fingered hand and beckoned Tommy nearer.

Tommy did not know what to do. Part of him wanted to take off running back the way he came, and part of him was dying of curiosity. In his younger teen years, he had been a big sci-fi fan, and his love of that genre drove him towards the creature. He walked up to about four feet away.

Greetings, the creature said telepathically.

Tommy just nodded, eyes wide and slack jawed.

Do not be afraid. I am no longer in need of human subjects. I will do you no harm.

Tommy nodded again.

I am on my way to my home planet. There is a device I am no longer in need of. I am through with my experiments. This is a very powerful device, and if you want it, it is yours.

"What does it do," said Tommy in a trembling voice.

It creates a time warp that accelerates the user to a different time plane. Sensing that Tommy did not understand, it continued. When activated the user's time space rapidly accelerates, so much so, it appears that time has stopped. What actually is happening, though, is that the user is actually moving much faster.

"I...I think I understand," replied Tommy. "Can people see the user when he's using it?" Only if the user stands still for an hour or more. The creature then reached into a pocket that seemed to open and close on its own, and produced the device. It consisted of two rings attached by cords to a strap. The strap had a dial on it. Two thimble shaped objects hung by cords from the strap.

Here, take it. The creature handed it to Tommy. Tie the strap to your wrist, put the rings on two fingers, and the metal cups on the ends of those same two fingers.

Tommy did as he was told. The device shrank to fit him perfectly.

To activate it, simply turn the dial.

"How is it powered?" asked Tommy.

There is a small undetectable satellite circling your planet that provides the power. Don't worry, it is not radioactive. The creature could read Tommy's thoughts.

Tommy turned the dial. The sounds of the crickets and tree frogs that had permeated the clearing stopped, and everything became eerily still.

Yes, you are now in a temporal warp. My craft and I are in a protective field that keeps us in synch with that device, so it cannot be used against me. If you in the temporal warp, and you place those two cups on the ends of your fingers against someone's temples you can implant suggestions into his or her mind. They will immediately begin to act on that suggestion. Humans are very susceptible to that. Obviously when you are in warp, they will not act very fast, but if you want to see the result of your plant, just turn the dial back, and you will return to normal time.

"Why would you leave this here with me?"

Because it only works in this solar system, and my home planet is many light years away. One note of caution, if you use it extensively, you will start to age faster than everyone else, but only if you use it many hours a day. Now you should stand at the edge of the clearing while I take off. Farewell, Tommy.

Tommy hurried off to the edge of the clearing and watched the ship silently lift off and rush up into the sky with a strong blast of wind that slightly jolted Tommy even though he was at the edge of the clearing. He staggered home and went to bed.

He awoke the next day with a mind splitting hangover. It was 7:00 in the morning, and his mom was banging on his bedroom door.

"Tommy! Tommy! Wake up! You need to take your sister to school. Your father has already left for work, and I'm on my way out the door. Tommy! Are you up yet?!"

"Yes, Mom, I'm up. Geez, do I have to take her?" Tommy forced through his cotton mouth.

"Are you hung over again?!" His mother yelled through the door. "If you hadn't been fired, you'd be up now anyway! Now wake up and get out here!"

"Yeah, Tommy, get out here!" His sister playfully called from the hall.

The curtains where drawn shut, and it was still dark in the bedroom. Tommy had fallen asleep in his jeans, so he rolled out of bed, grabbed a clean T-shirt and put on a pair of sandals. He covered his disheveled hair with an faded ball cap and walked into the hall. His mom was waiting for him. "Drunk again last night, eh?" She shook her head. "Tommy, you really need to grow up. You are such a smart boy, and you had such a good job with...."

"Mom, the guy was a jerk; he didn't want a errand runner, he wanted a slave."

"Well, just get your kid sister to school on time, bye." His mom kissed him on the cheek and headed for the front door.

Tommy made his way into the kitchen. His fifteen year old sister Mandy was pouring milk into a bowl of Froot Loops while she watched some morning news show on a small tv. "You look like shit, bro."

"I feel like shit, sis." Tommy took a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and slammed the water down his parched throat.

"What's that on your hand?" Mandy asked between bites.

Tommy had been so drunk, he had forgotten to take off the device. It fit so snugly he did not even notice it. Now the memory of last night's encounter came flooding back. "Oh, it's used by guitarists." Even hung over, Tommy was quick on his feet. "Bill was trying to teach me how to play at the part last night."

She mumbled a response. Tommy decided to test the device again. He turned the dial. Mandy froze bent over a spoon full of cereal that was about a half an inch from her mouth. Her mouth was open and droplets of mild hung suspended in mid air between the spoon and the bowl. The picture on the tv was a frozen image of a reporter standing in front of a police cruiser. Tommy waved his hand in front of Mandy's face, but nothing changed. He picked up a salt shaker off the table and let go of it. It remained just where his hand let go of it. Mandy had long brown hair, so he took a strand of it and wrapped the end around the spoon. He turned the dial back.

The sounds of the tv came back, and Mandy thrust the spoon full of cereal and hair into her mouth. "Mmmmrggghh." She mutter as she pulled the hair from her mouth.

Tommy smiled. He turned the dial back. Time froze again. He wanted to try the thought control abilities of the device. He felt some guilt about using the device on his sister, but his devilish side got the best of him. He placed the two cups against her temple. He thought hard "Mandy you are ravishingly hungry for that bowl of cereal.. You are so hungry, you will not even use the spoon or your hands to finish you cereal." He stepped back and turned the dial back.

Mandy lifted her head up for a moment, dropped the spoon and plunged her face into the bowl of cereal. She gulped it all down in a matter of seconds. When she was finished, she sat there as if stunned by what she just did with milk running down her chin and cheeks.

"What the hell was that all about?" asked Tommy.

"I...I don't know why I just did that." Mandy was completely at a loss.

"Well, just get cleaned up, and I'll take you to school."

She got up and went to the bathroom.

Tommy could not wait to use this device again.

He drove Mandy to her high school. It was the same high school he had graduated from last year. They arrived just as the first bell rang. Mandy thanked him, jumped out of the car and ran for the front doors. Tommy waited until Mandy was inside, parked the car in a visitor's parking space, and followed her into the building. Most of the students were already in their classrooms by the time he entered the building. A few were hurrying to beat the tardy bell. The students ignored Tommy as he walked down the hall. He had been somewhat of a wall flower in school, and none of these kids were taking any notice of him. The tardy bell range, and as he turned a corner, he saw Dahlia Jenkins walking non-chalantly towards him with an armful of books and folders. Dahlia was a year behind him. She was stunning: five foot eleven, long blond hair, athletic build, and beautiful green eyes. He had had a major crush on her when she was a freshman, but soon discovered that she was a stuck up bitch who thought that the world should answer to her. He said hello as she walked by, and she responded with only a quick glance as she turned for the door of her classroom. Tommy waited until she had just entered the class. He entered the class room. It was Mr. Gregg's chemistry class. All the frozen eyes were on Dahlia. She had a smirk on her face as she knew they were. Dahlia was wearing a floral print skirt that came to her knees and a white, short sleeve blouse. Tommy unzipped the skirt and pulled the zipper open as wide as it would go. He then pulled it down a few inches, so it would not get caught on her hips when he turned the dial back. He then tucked the tail of her blouse into her hot pink satin panties. He went to the back of the class where there was closet used to hold various science tools. He entered the closet and pulled the door close to where he could peek out and turned the dial.

Dahlia's skirt fell to her ankles, and she let out a squeal. The class erupted with laughter. Dahlia struggled to pull her skirt up, but it was not easy with an armful of books. finally she dropped her books, pulled up her skirt and ran into the hall, he face beet red.

Tommy turned the dial and left the closet. The faces of the students were contorted in laughter. All except one. It was Debbie Benjamin, Dahlia's best friend. She had a look on her face like she could not believe these kids found this funny. Debbie, with her red hair and blue eyes, was nearly as stunning as Dahlia, but even more stuck up. Tommy wanted to see if multiple thoughts could be implanted, and Debbie seemed a fitting guinea pig. He placed his fingers on her temple. "Debbie, you think that what happened to Dahlia is absolutely hilarious. You will laugh so hard, you will loose control of your bladder. After you wet yourself, you will announce to Mr. Gregg what has just happened, and asked to be excused. You will apologize and explain that this usually only happens in your sleep." Tommy returned the closet and turned the dial back. Debbie broke out in a roar of a laughter. The other students and Mr. Gregg, were taken aback. She laughed uncontrollably for several seconds, the abruptly stopped. The class had calmed down. Debbie raised her hand.

"Yes, Debbie," said Mr. Gregg.

"Um, Mr. Gregg, I just wet myself. May I be excused?"

The class was stunned. Most students moved in their seats to see the puddle that had formed on the floor below Debbie's desk. Some started to snicker.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gregg, this usually only happens while I'm asleep." Just then she sat bolt upright. She looked around, started to cry and then ran for the door, one hand over her mouth, and one trying to cover the dark stain in the crotch of her jeans. Some in the class were openly laughing now. Tommy turned the dial and walked back to the classroom door. As he was leaving he noticed that Dahlia was about to reenter. He eased past to get behind her and turned the dial. As soon as she was in the room, he turned the dial back. He entered the room and pulled Dahlia's panties down to just below her knees. He went back out into the hall and turned the dial.

He could hear snickers and laughs coming from the class as Dahlia came back into the hall trying to pull her underwear up without exposing herself. She ran straight into Tommy, shot him an angry glance, then quickly stormed off down the hall for the rest room. "Well," thought Tommy, "a little humble pie is good for the soul." He walked off down the hall.

His next stop was the school library. There was a library assistant, Miss Jessup, that he had had always found attractive. She was in her mid twenties, about 5'4, with short brown hair and large, soft brown eyes. She had small, pert breasts and a cute little ass. He walked into the library to see Miss Jessup sitting at her desk next to the counter. She was typing on a computer keyboard and looked up to see Tommy walk in.

"May I help you?" She asked him as if he was just a student.

Tommy was a bit hurt. He had spent a lot of time in the library last year. He often stole glances at Miss Jessup from behind a book and more than once found himself aroused. "You don't remember me?"

She stood up and took a long look at Tommy.

"Mike Vardell?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

Tommy was now a little miffed. Mike Vardell was his classes class nerd. Tommy was not exactly a BMOC when he was in school, but he certainly was no Mike Vardell. "No, Miss Jessup, it's me, Tommy Stewart."

"Oh, yes, Tommy. I'm sorry" she didn't sound very sincere. "What brings you back? You graduated, didn't you?"

Tommy was growing impatient. If she did remember him, it wasn't much of a memory. "Oh, I was dropping off my little sister and thought I'd look around the old place."

"That's nice," she said before and awkward pause. "So what are you doing with yourself." She asked politely.

"Nothing much, just hanging out mostly."

"Well, Tommy, you should try to do something with your life. It was nice seeing you again," she saic curtly, "but I have some work to do."

Tommy turned the dial before she could turn away. He looked around the library. Old Lady Deimer, the head librarian, was shelving books against the back wall. No one else was in the library. He walked over to Miss Jessup. She was wearing black slacks with a zipper in the back, and a black blouse with gold flowers. He pressed the metal cups of his device against her temples. "You find Tommy Stewart extremely attractive. You have never found anyone as attractive as Tommy Stewart. You are aroused just by looking at him, and the sound of his voice really turns you on. Ignore the device on his arm." He walked back to where he had stood and turned the dial.

A flushed look came over Miss Jessup's face. She gave Tommy a shy smile, and walked around the desk to him. "You know, Tommy, I really do remember you. You were a very nice young man. I think very highly of you." She placed her hand lightly on his forearm, and beamed into his eyes.

"Why, thank you very much, Miss Jessup." He could see her breathing grow heavier at the sound of his voice. "Do you know that I always found you very attractive?"

She blushed deeply and lowered her eyes coyly. "Why, Tommy, that's so sweet."

Tommy turned the dial again, and again implanted thoughts in her mind. "You REALLY want Tommy sexually. You want him right now. Take him to the storage room in the back of the library. Close the door then seductively strip for him. Try to get him extremely aroused, then give him the best blow job possible. When he cums in your mouth do not swallow it right off, but use your tongue to smear some on your lips.." He turned the dial back.

Miss Jessup's breathing grew even heavier. She glanced to see if Mrs. Deimer was looking, but the old lady was still busy with her books. Miss Jessup grabbed Tommy's arm and quickly ushered him into the storage room, closing the door behind them. She locked the door. She softly ran a finger over Tommy's lips then backed up four or five paces. She started to sway to and fro and unbutton her blouse. She never took her eyes of Tommy as she removed her blouse. She flung it on top of a stack of boxes and danced up to him. She rubbed up against him for a moment then backed away again. She leaned forward slightly as she reached around to undue her pants. She let the drop to her feet before bending down to remove them. She tossed them on top of the blouse. She was now only wearing a matching pair of lacy black bra and panties. She licked her lips as she unhooked her bra and threw it to Tommy. He was about to burst threw his jeans. She then removed her panties and picked them up with her toe and tossed them to him. She came over to him, turned around and started rubbing her pert buttocks against Tommy's bulging manhood. He thought he might cum early, but he held on. She turned around and dropped to her knees. Without breaking eye contact she unzipped Tommy's jeans and pulled them down to his thighs. She then did the same with his boxers. She stroked his penis with her hand a few times and then took it deep into her mouth. Tommy put his hands on her head as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. Tommy did not last long since she had done such a good job of arousing him and shot is load after only a few minutes.

After he came he pushed her off him and watched as she pushed some of the cum out of her mouth and used her tongue to spread it on her lips. Tommy turned the dial. She was left frozen looking longingly at him with a smile on her face and cum on her lips. Tommy took a minute to recover, then place the metal cups against he temples. "You are alone in this room. You can see no one else in here. You have absolutely no idea why you are naked and have a mouth full of cum. You will not notice the cum on your lips until some one points it out to you, and you see it in a mirror. You never saw Tommy Stewart today. You only remember him as quiet, attractive former student." He took her bra and panties and hid them in one of the boxes, then he wiped his dick off on the sleeve of her blouse, and pressed himself up against the corner of the room furthest from her. He turned the dial.

Miss Jessup sat stunned for a second. She knew what she had in her mouth but could not begin to guess where it came from. She swallowed not knowing what else to do. She sat down on her heels and wrapped her arms around her. She looked around the room only to find stacks of boxes and books. She had a panicked look on her face as she stood up and looked for her clothes. She never noticed Tommy as she gave up on her underwear and put her pants and blouse back on. Her breathing was heavy with fear. She looked around again then leaned on the wall. Tommy could tell she was wracking her brain trying to remember what had happened. After a couple of minutes she smoothed down her clothes and walked back into the library. Tommy tucked her underwear under is shirt and followed, but before she or Mrs. Deimer noticed him, he implanted thoughts in their minds to totally ignore him. Mrs. Deimer had finished shelving the books and was walking towards Miss Jessup. "Are you o.k.," Mrs. Deimer asked, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm fine." replied Miss Jessup. "I just ate something that disagreed with me."

"Well, whatever it was, you've got some of it on your lips, Dear." Mrs. Deimer was clueless.

Miss Jessup licked her lips. She quickly walked to her desk and found a compact mirror in her purse. She looked at the reflection and her eyes grew wide. She hastily wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She was so freaked out, she was starting to sweat. Tommy decided to put one last thought in her mind: "When you hear the bell at the end of the school day, you will have a tremendous orgasm." He then quietly slipped out into the hall. "Forget me will you?!" He mumbled to himself as he gently closed the door.

He made his way to the office where the faculty and staff had their mail slots, and using the device stuffed Miss Jessup's underwear into her slot. "That ought to really confuse her." He thought. The office had a master schedule of classes on the wall, and he checked for his most hated teacher, Coach Green. Coach Green had a second hour computer science class.

Tommy hated Coach Green. The coach was a macho asshole. He was the head football coach, so he only taught three classes a day, two P.E. classes and a computer science classes. He put all of his dumber jocks in there to give them an easy grade to boost their GPA's. Coach Green disliked teaching and looked down on all males who were not athletes. Most people hated him, even some of the football players hated him, but his teams won games, so he was kept on. Tommy had him for P.E. two years in a row. Tommy was not a ninety-eight pound weakling, but he was no stud athlete either. He had mouthed off to Coach Green once, and for the rest of the year, Tommy was subjected to endless put downs and insults. There was still thirty minutes left until second hour, so Tommy went back to the library where he had the two women ignore him while he read magazines.

Just before the bell ending first hour rang, Tommy headed for Coach Green's classroom. As students moved between classes, Tommy had a little more fun. He saw Max Underhill, a worthless thug of a human being who had failed both 8th and 12th grades, and was thus two years behind. Max was a bully in the classic sense of the word. He wore fatigue pants and leather jackets with chains. Tommy "borrowed" some make-up from a girl in the hall and gave Max a make over. Max made his way down the hall with blue eye shadow and pink blush. Nobody openly laughed at him, but there were plenty of snickers. Dahlia also came down the hall, and once again her skirt mysteriously ended up around her ankles. "Shut up!" she yelled at her laughing classmates as he angrily pulled her skirt up and headed off for the rest room again. Finally, Coach Green arrived.

"Hello, Coach." Tommy said cheerfully.

Coach Green was a large, muscular man in his mid forties. He was wearing tight khaki pants and a blue knit shirt with the school's logo on the front. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a play book in the other. He looked Tommy up and down. "Do I know you, son?"

"It's me, Tommy Stewart, don't you remember me from you P.E. classes a couple of yeas ago?"

"Oh, yeah," Coach Green said with a superior smile, "you're that little smart ass with the smart mouth. What are you doing here."

"Oh, just nostalgic for the old place. How ya doin' coach?"

"I've got a class to teach, son, I don't have time to waste." Coach Green looked Tommy up and down again, shook his head, and headed into class as the bell rang.

Tommy waited a few minutes until Coach Green had gotten class under way. The class was given a word processing assignment so simple even the densest muscle head could do it well.

Tommy turned the dial and entered the class. Coach Green had just started writing on the chalk board and his face was contorted in a suspended yawn. Tommy picked up a dusty eraser and shoved it in Coach Green's mouth. He then unzipped the man's pants and pulled the fly wide open. He put the two metal cups up to Coach's temple. "For the rest of the day, every time you hear a female student's voice you will become sexually aroused. The more you hear female voices, the more you will become aroused. You think the best way to deal with your erection is to just act naturally and hope no one notices. You will eventually become so aroused, you will have to go somewhere and masturbate. You will not notice your fly is open until someone points it out to you. You will not notice Tommy Stewart in your classroom. You will totally ignore him."

Tommy then went around to each student in class. Of the nineteen students, seven were female. He implanted the thoughts in their minds to ask Coach Green a lot of questions today and chat with him as much as possible.. He then put the thought in all the students heads that they would notice that Coach Green had his fly wide open, but they would say nothing to him about it. They should also ignore his presence in the room. Tommy then turned back the dial.

Coach Green immediately began to sputter as he pulled the eraser out of his mouth. His mouth was now full of chalk dust. "Arrgggghhh." he cried as he tried to wet his mouth with saliva.

"What's the matter, Coach?" asked one of the girls.

"Just got some chalk in my mouth is all." He replied. He went over to take a sip of coffee. He clearly had an erection. Not only did he have an erection, but it bulged his white cotton briefs out of his gaping fly. The students quickly noticed this and started whispering to one another and trying hard not to laugh out loud.

"What the hell's so funny?" Coach snapped. His voice had a tinge of worry in it, for he knew he had become aroused.

"Coach Green," said one of the girls.

"Yes, Misty, what is it?"

"You have chalk around your mouth."

Coach Green wiped off his mouth. His breathing grew slightly heavier as not only did his arousal increase, but his nervousness as well.

Tommy could laugh out loud because everyone was ignoring him. He wondered how much Coach Green could take before he had to rush off to beat off. The girls in class kept talking to him, and he grew more and more agitated and fidgety. Finally, after about twelve minutes, Coach Green just hurried out of the classroom and briskly walked down the hall. When he was out of sight, the class erupted into laughter. Before Tommy left he made sure everyone in class would tell as many people as possible about Coach Green's rather public erection. As long as Coach Green heard the voices of female students today, this would happen over and over again.

There was one last teacher Tommy wanted to visit, Ms. Bell the junior English teacher. She had been Tommy's favorite teacher. She was a widower in her late thirties. She was about 5'7, had shoulder length dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She was a few pounds overweight, and had a few gray hairs. Tommy admired the fact she did not find it necessary to dye her hair. She wore little make-up and had a few fine crow's feet at the corner of her eyes. Tommy never developed the kind of crush on her like he did for Miss Jessup, but he did fantasize about her on more than one occasion. He arrived at her classroom to find her sitting at her desk reading, but what really caught his attention was that she was not teaching the class, a lovely young lady was. He recognized the young lady as Meredith Alston. Meredith had been a senior when Tommy was a freshman. She was the most desired girl in school. She was a cheerleader, member of the National Honor Society, student council secretary, and Homecoming Queen. She was 5'10 with long red hair, bright green eyes, high cheek bones, soft full lips, and had the body of a super model. Tommy guessed she was a student teacher. He caught Ms. Bell's attention and waved her into the hall.

"Why, hello, Tommy. What are you doing here?" She said with a genuine smile.

"Just came by to see my favorite teacher."

"That's sweet. I enjoyed having you in my class, Tommy. I knew you were a lot smarter than you let on."

Tommy found her more attractive now than ever. "Isn't that Meredith Alston?"

"Yes, she's doing her student teaching here. She's in her last year of college. How about you? Are you in college?"

"Not right now, can't afford it. I though I'd work a while to save up to go next year."

"As long as you go sometime soon."

Tommy couldn't take it any longer. He turned the dial and put the cups up to Ms. Bell's temples. "You find Tommy extremely attractive. You will invite him in to observe the class. You will not be able to stop thinking about him. The more you think about him, the more attractive you will find him." He turned the dial back.

Ms. Bell blinked a couple of times then stared at Tommy for a moment. She gave a demure smile and then invited him in. She introduced him to Meredith and the class, and he took a seat in the back of the room. He sat back there for several minutes every once in while beaming a smile at Ms. Bell who could not take her eyes off him. Once he thought enough of that had taken place he turned the dial again. He put the thoughts in Ms. Bell's and Meredith's minds that they each not only found him extremely attractive, but they each found him incredibly sexually desirable. They each found the sound of his voice was very arousing. They wanted him badly they would do anything he asked or told them to do. They each really wanted to please him. He then went around to each student in the class and implanted the thought to remain seated and quiet no matter what happened. He then went back to his seat and turned the dial.

"Excuse me, Miss Alston," he called from the back.

"Yes...," she paused for a moment as she immediately became enamored with him, "what is it Tommy?"

"I have a suggestion."

"Well, what is it?" she said licking her lips.

"Why don't we have a little sex ed.?" Tommy go up and walked to the front of the class and closed the door. Ms. Bell stood up as if to protest, but she had to do anything he wanted.

"What did you have in mind, Tommy?" asked Meredith.

"Well, why don't we show these young 'uns a thing or two? You can help out too, Ms. Bell."

"Yes, certainly, Tommy." Both women were now very aroused.

The students in class were silently exchanging glances of amazement as Tommy walked up behind Meredith. "Now," he said, "what shall we do? We don't have much time, so Ms. Bell and Miss Alston you both better strip down to you underwear."

They did so hurriedly. Ms. Bell was wearing a plain white bra and light blue cotton panties. Meredith had matching emerald green bra and panties probably from Victoria's Secret. Every student in class had his or her mouth agape in utter shock.

"Now, Meredith why don't you get Ms. Bell nice and wet."

Meredith gave Tommy a confused look.

"Meredith, are you telling me you've never aroused another women?" He watched as she shook her head and then he continued. "Go over to her, pull down her panties and stimulate her with your tongue. Now pay attention class."

Meredith did as she was told, though, Tommy could tell she was very nervous. She pulled Ms. Bell's panties down to her ankles.

"Um, Ms. Bell," said Tommy, "it might help if you were to lean back against your desk. She did just that and Meredith went to work on the teacher's pussy with her tongue. "Let me know when she's nice and wet, Meredith."

After only about a minute, Meredith pulled back and said Ms. Bell was cumming.

"Good, Meredith, now step aside," he commanded.

Tommy walked over to Ms. Bell. "Turn around."

She turned around to face the desk. Tommy undid her bra and slipped it off. He fondled her breasts and playfully tweaked her nipples for a moment. "O.k., kids, this is how you take someone from behind." Tommy plunged his now hard penis into Ms. Bell's well lubricated pussy. He started thrusting slowly and Ms. Bell started to utter soft moans. Tommy kept this up and slowly increased his speed. "Getting jealous, Meredith?"

He turned to see Meredith biting her lip and breathing heavily. "This make you very, very hot, doesn't it, Meredith?"

She just nodded and started slowly running her hands up and down the front of her body. Ms. Bell's moans were growing louder as Tommy started thrusting harder and faster. He finally came inside her and pressed his body up against hers breathing hot and heavily on the back of her neck. He pulled out and told Meredith to come clean off his penis. She went over to the desk to grab a tissue. "No, Meredith, don't use that." Tommy said in a tone of voice that let her know what he wanted.

Meredith came over, knelt in front of him and took his now limp cock in her mouth and sucked it clean.

"Thank you, Meredith. Now both of you give me your underwear." They both did what they were told. They both stood naked in front of the class. "How do you feel standing here naked like that?

"It's embarrassing." Said Ms. Bell. Her face was flushed and she was covering herself as best she could with her arms.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," said Meredith who was also red and covering herself in the same way.

"O.k., you two can put your clothes back on, but I'll keep the underwear. The two women dressed hurriedly. Ms. Bell used some tissue to clean up first.

Tommy turned the dial. He planted the thought in the women's heads that they had both just fantasized this encounter. He then planted the thought that they enjoyed the fantasy very much. They would each invite Tommy back to their respective places some time later this week. He then planted the thought in the students minds that nothing unusual had happened. He noticed that all the boys had erections, so he told them to fantasize about Miss Alston and Ms. Bell having sex with each other. He had gone back to sit down but had one more idea. He planted the thoughts in the two women's brains that they would not realize they were not wearing underwear until the final bell of the day rang at which time they would each have a tremendous orgasm. Tommy went back to his desk and turned back the dial. His hangover was long gone, and the new day had endless possibilities.