Naive Wanda Wandas Experiment

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Chapter 6: Naïve Wanda's Experiment

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==== Special Note ====

I am aware that the series is progressing slower than some would prefer. Authoring is not second nature to me, which means I must choose between writing a longer story - but then taking a much longer time between chapters - or submitting shorter chapters for publication, with less "action" and more of a "slow burn".

==== Notes ====

This story contains descriptions of the aftermath of an attempted seduction of a reluctant, naïve, barely legal 18-year-old. A voluptuous, busty, barely-legal 18-year-old, who was overwhelmed when a creep attempted to seduce her - and almost succeeded. Her subsequent thoughts, dreams, and nightmares have an element of coercion, non-consent, humiliation, and submissiveness as well.

Her older neighbor, who is also her teacher, is doing his best to help and support her... While also trying to control his own urges.

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All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18.

I wish to call out a special thanks to

Master_Doctor

for his extremely insightful comments and verbiage which vastly improved this story.

Do not reprint this work on any other website or any medium without the explicit consent of the author (aka me).

== About Me ==

In real life, I am a teacher. I taught a student named Wanda in my classes. Like the story, she is Hispanic. Also, like the story, she was my neighbor. Living in the same complex over the summer meant that I was privileged to see her in skimpy summer clothes and around the pool in a bathing suit.

As in the story, she was sexy, voluptuous, smart, and cute. She was very petite, and her body was a mix of Ella Knox and Gabby Carter.

And yes, very naïve about things.

The rest of the story is a fantasy. There is no recap; please first read the preceding chapters of the Naïve Wanda series.

=== Wanda's Decision ===

Wanda showered and thought about what Mr. Smith did... And how good it felt.

'It felt so good! Mr Smith's touching me felt so good! He said I should stop him. But I didn't! I couldn't! I let him touch me! Touch me all over! Just like the bastard did!'

She thought with shame how she couldn't stop him. And how helpless she felt.

'I'm such a slut. I'm an easy slut. I freeze and give in when I get touched. My brain short-circuits, and I stop thinking. It's like I become helpless. Powerless. Nothing else matters. It's like I let go. I lose control. The bastard grabbed me, and I couldn't stop him. Mr. Smith grabbed me, and I couldn't stop him. No matter how scared I was, no matter how humiliated I was, I let them grab me. I let them touch me. Grope me. Wherever they wanted.'

Wanda soaped her breasts, but her thoughts were invaded by how that bastard touched and squeezed her boobies. Her bare boobies. And touched her nippies. Her bare nippies! And even sucked on them!

And I let him!

And then she remembered her nightmare. Where she told the bastard how she felt. And how much she liked it. What she admitted to the bastard:

"I want you to squeeze my melons. Again. Suck on my titties. Again..."

"I'm a slut with Double-D juggs and I wanted you to touch them.."

"Oh god, it felt so good when you sucked on my nippies..."

"I'm a slut with Double-D titties and I wanted you to touch them and squeeze them. Hard..."

Wanda used her towel to dry her fanny and kitty. Her thoughts went back to how that bastard touched those same spots, just the other day in the parking lot. And he had his hand inside her underwear! Inside her panties! And he touched her bare tush! How he put his finger on her bare butthole! And how excited she was!

To her horror and shame, Wanda realized she was getting excited right now!

'When he touched me in the mall, I let him. I got so excited. And in my nightmare I admitted that I liked it. I told the bastard that I liked it!

Her own words replayed themselves over and over again in her mind:

"I liked it when you groped my big juicy ass. My big juicy virgin ass. Sir."

"I felt so slutty when you squeezed my ass. Sir"

"You squeezed my bum really hard. It felt good. Sir"

"I'm an anal slut Sir. Oh damn you, I am. I'm an anal slut... Sir."

"I'm the slut. I'm a nympo... A nymphomaniac".

Wanda put her head down in shame. '

And in my dream, he touched me even more. And I let him! I got even more excited! And I admitted I was a slut... That I was HIS slut. I called him sir. And I called him master!'

'And I got excited. So excited! He ordered me to touch myself. And I obeyed him!'Wanda gasped,

'I was so excited that I started to have an orgasm. I started to climax... to cum.'

Wanda was always proud that she would keep her promises. She promised her mommy that she would respect and listen to authority, like a teacher or a police officer. And she always kept that promise.

She promised her mommy she would do good in school, and she always kept that promise. She also promised that she would take care of Mocha and Cinnamon and Chowder, and she always did.

'I always keep my promises.'

And she promised her mommy that she would always be a good girl. But she didn't keep that promise! She let the bastard touch her! She never even tried to stop him!

'I admitted I was excited... And I even called the bastard SIR and MASTER.'

Wanda felt her eyes fill with tears at what she said in her nightmare:

"I will listen to you, Sir. Obey you. Sir."

"I'll do whatever you want, Master."

"I am wet, Master."

Wanda felt her knees getting weak and tears rolled down her eyes as her thoughts went back to the parking lot. And to her dreams. And her nightmares. What he said she was. What she admitted she was.

'And he called me a slut-slave! And I admitted it! I admitted I was a slut! A Double-D slut! A nympho! And when he ordered me, I obeyed him.'

Wanda grabbed the sink as part of her wanted to fall to the floor and curl up in a ball.

'I can't go on like this. I know it was just a dream, a nightmare... But it felt so real. I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking that it's like a promise I made ... that I have to obey him from now on. How I said that he's my Master. And how excited he made me. And just thinking about it, I still get excited!'

Her mind was working overtime.

'I can't let him win. I just can't! But how?'

As Wanda stepped out of the bathroom, she couldn't help but think about how the bastard had groped her. And how powerless she was to stop him.

'It was like he was controlling me. And I let him. And mommy says all guys are jerks who think with their dicks. All guys are creeps and bullies who think with their dicks. That all men are bastards.'

Then she stopped and thought about what had just happened with Mr. Smith. How he touched her. How good it felt when his hand touched her boobies and tush.

'And I melted when Mr. Smith touched me. And it felt so good. All I could feel was his hands touching my special spots. It's like I surrendered to him too. He could have done anything. Everything. He could have touched my bare boobies or taken off my panties. And more. He could have done anything. Everything.'

But then Wanda realized something. Something important. What Mr. Smith said. How excited he was as well. And how hard it was for him to stop.

'But Mr. Smith did stop. He stopped! He didn't have to. He could have done everything! And I wouldn't have stopped him! I couldn't stop him. But he stopped because he said he cares about me. And I know he gets excited as well. I've seen his pecker get hard. And he told me how excited he gets. But he stopped because he says he cares about me.'

'And he has faith that I can stop too. He believes in me. I can't let him down, I just can't.'

Wanda took a deep breath.

'I almost went into that bastard's car. But Mr. Smith stopped him.'

'And he stopped the bastard in my dreams. In my first nightmare, I heard Mr. Smith calling my name and then I woke up.'

'Then in last night's nightmare, he woke me up. The bastard ordered me to touch myself and cum. And I touched myself and almost did! But Mr. Smith woke me up. He saved me... saved me from myself.'

Wanda nodded to herself.

'He protected me in my nightmares. And after Mr. Smith touched me, he could have done whatever he wanted. Everything. It felt so good. But then he stopped. He didn't have to. But he did. He told me he stopped to prove I should trust him.'

Wanda made her decision.

'Mr. Smith is right. I should trust him. I need to trust him. I have to trust him. I will. I WILL trust him. I have no one else. And even if I'm wrong, I'd rather it be Mr. Smith who touches me than anyone else. I can't let some bastard touch me and abuse me like he owns me. I'd rather Mr. Smith who touches me.... Not some boy... Not some bully. Not some bastard. Only Mr. Smith.'

Wanda slowly took out her clothes. She took her time and chose her prettiest shirt and shorts. A light pink, frilly bra she hasn't worn in years. She stared at her panty drawer for a minute, wondering which one to choose. She frowned as she realized all she owned were plain cotton panties.

Then she slowly dressed herself. It was difficult, as her shorts and bra and blouse were so tight. Clothing she grew out of. Clothing she stopped wearing once boys and creeps started staring or saying lewd things to her.

'I have to kick the bastard out of my head. Replace him with something else. I have to figure out a way. We have to figure out a way. And I have an idea. I hope I'm right.'

=== Wanda's Experiment ===

Wanda and I sync'd up at about 9 am. Even though I've seen her in bathing suits, and sometimes just wearing a t-shirt and panties at night or early morning, she looked different, even hotter than usual, if that was possible. She wasn't wearing makeup or perfume, as she was one of those rare beauties who didn't need to. And as impossible as it sounds, her breasts looked bigger as well. Her ass also looked even more plump, which I would have thought would not be possible unless someone rewrites the laws of Physics.

After her nightmares, I decided that we would watch a couple of YouTube videos on lucid dreaming and controlling dreams. But they were poorly disguised ads for some book or video series to purchase.

Wanda sat right next to me. My eyes glanced sideways, and I noticed that her cute plaid blouse was tight. Very tight. It was so tight that each button was straining and it seemed like those massive tits of hers would burst out any second. The top buttons were undone, and the ones that were buttoned were barely held together.

My mouth went dry when my eyes closed in on Wanda's bra. Usually it was plain, white, with underwire designed for one thing: to support her massive 32-DD's. But this bra was different. Light pink. Lace. It was also so tight that it struggled to support her monster melons, and her DD-tits are pushed up and pressed together, creating deep, sexy cleavage.

A light pink and frilly bra? I didn't even think she owned one. Wanda would always do her best not to wear anything that would draw attention to herself. And she's never worn these clothes before. Perhaps I need to remind her to do some laundry.

My eyes continued downwards to her shorts. Shorts which were so tight that they may well have been shrink-wrapped to her amazing ass--a voluptuous, amazing ass which jutted out on all sides.

My eyes feasted on her bare, shapely legs, and continued down to her small feet. She wore a pair of sandals instead of the usual sneakers. Toe rings, tattoos, and fancy painted nails are popular with teens, but as expected, her small toes and nails were bare. Wanda either didn't have the money, or as she was so shy, she wouldn't want to do anything to draw attention to herself. Or both. It didn't matter; her small feet and toes were perfect without any polish, without any jewelry.

My Sith training took over, and I imagined licking Wanda's toes while my fingers explored the rest of her body. I imagined grabbing and squeezing Fantasy Wanda's huge melons while sucking on her toes. But then I snapped out of it when Fantasy Wanda started cumming and shaking so much and so hard that her foot lodged itself in my throat, and her other foot smacked me harder than a Chuck Norris sidekick.

I was once again mesmerized by her beauty. Her plump, perfect 18-year-old body never fails to take my breath away. Finally, I forced my eyes to look away, hoping that Wanda didn't see me leering at her. But she was so preoccupied that she didn't even notice. She was staring straight ahead at the TV, but her eyes seemed somewhere else.

I would sometimes sub in a health class. I would teach that bloating is associated with the menstrual cycle. Perhaps this was it, or Wanda was morphing into Jessica Rabbit before my eyes.

There was no way I would let her wear those clothes to the vet. If she did, every guy in a five-mile radius would visit the animal hospital and bring in their 'sick' dogs, or even buy a dog, just for a chance to feast on her body. And every male with a pulse, whether human, canine or feline, would immediately go into heat. Like I was.

Luckily, we both had off-days, so there would be time for her to change before she walks her dog or if we go out somewhere.

It wasn't hard to tell that she was preoccupied. Wanda was tapping her foot like she was nervous about something. And she was deep in thought, wringing her hands and biting her lower lip. Although she was staring at the TV, she wasn't paying attention to the video. Her mind was elsewhere. She glanced at me and suddenly turned off the TV.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Mr. Smith, can we try something? I've given it a lot of thought. Something different. Please, let's kiss and let's do stuff. Stuff on top. Can we? Please? Please?"

My beautiful 18-year-old student just asked me to make out with her; and gave me the green light to touch and caress and play with her massive, beautiful boobs and titflesh? I may be going to hell, but right now it feels like heaven.

Or maybe I was already in hell, because I'm going to cross that line that no teacher should cross with a student. And it was up to me to stop, as I know Wanda isn't capable. And for a tit-man like myself, and based on what happened earlier, I'm not even sure I could stop myself.

And how was this going to help her? "Wanda, what is this about? What happens if you don't stop me? When do I stop?"

Wanda looked at me with a small smile. There was also a look on her face I didn't recognize. "I trust you to stop at the right time. You're right, you're the only person on earth who would stop. The only person I trust. I swear I'll never question you again. I know in my heart that you will stop when the time is right. And I know it's not easy for you. I'll be in your debt forever. You said I should trust you. And I do. Forever and Always."

Yup, that's me. Always the designated driver, who was trusted to drive drunk female friends home and not take advantage. My guy friends would call me a doormat, a wimp, a wuss, an idiot, for always being the 'safe guy'. The 'nice guy'. And part of me knows they're right.

Well, my cock woke up upon hearing the words 'I'll be in your debt forever'. I couldn't yell 'down boy'. I really do need to search for that cock-sized shock collar. Maybe I'll attach it permanently with a hot glue gun or a stapler. I felt sorry for him. Poor guy.

I'm being trusted to kiss her and fondle the tit-flesh of my student, my friend. Grab and grope her glorious Double-D's. And when she goes into an unresisting pleasure zone, where I can do anything and everything, she's put her trust in me to stop myself from going any further. While I'm groping someone who won't stop me. Can't stop me. So somehow, I need to stop myself even when I am crazed with lust myself.

I don't remember this on the curriculum when I received my master's degree and teacher license.

I remembered my vow. The vow I made, where I swore to do what was right by her. How can I help Wanda when I can't control myself?

Does she understand what she's asking of me? I started to ask her what she was thinking; why she wanted me to do this.

Wanda was watching me closely and became aware of my inner battle. She realized I was hesitating. She looked up at me and placed her hand on my chest. I felt her hand trembling.

"Please, please, I need this. I need this to happen. With you. Only you. I know it's not easy for you. But please, can you do this for me? Please? Please?"

Now I recognize that look. The look of desperation. I also recognized the tone in her voice. She was pleading with me. Begging me. Pleading like kids do when they are failing a course. When they are begging for extra credit. When a kid promises to do anything in order for me to give them a passing grade.

Except in this case, Wanda was one of my star students. She never had to ask for extra credit to get a higher grade. And she wasn't begging me to raise her grade. She was begging and pleading with me to make out with her. To touch her. Grope her. Grope the biggest, most beautiful pair of tits in the world.

And she was begging me so hard that she was shaking. I hated seeing her like this. My brain couldn't comprehend why this was so important to her, how it would help her. I needed to understand, and I started to open my mouth to ask her why. But my hands and cock were sick of my shyness and self-doubt, and called for an impeachment vote. I was outnumbered and overthrown.

I pulled her close to me and cupped her puffy cheek in the palm of my hand. Our eyes locked, and Wanda placed her hand over mine and whimpered. She molded her cheek into my hand and slowly closed her eyes.

I leaned in and kissed her neck and caressed her back. Her shoulders and back were tense and stiff, yet strong. I was surprised that I could feel muscles under her adorable layer of teen-baby fat. Then again, I knew she was stronger than she looked. I guess that's from swimming daily at the pool, as well as having to hold up those DD-cup monster melons.

I was determined to take it slow, to savor every moment. Looking down her blouse, down that infinite cleavage, it was hard for me to fight my urge to dive right into groping and mauling her amazing boobs. The creep did this, but his end goal was to weaken her defenses, take her, and pound her senseless. And not give a shit about her, whether she was enjoying it or not, but instead to use and abuse her. My Wanda was too sweet and too kind a person to be treated like that. Too special. She deserved better. So much better.

My mouth spent a few minutes nibbling at her ears and giving her little kisses on her cheeks and shoulders. The tip of my tongue played with her lips and into her mouth. I slowly caressed her back. Kissing Wanda like this sent a bolt of excitement shooting through my body. Her moans were a sign that Wanda felt it as well.

My hands wandered down her back, but then I realized that she asked me to stay on top. Well, there are plenty of things to do with those two monsters. They were so big and spilled out in so many directions. If she kept growing, I'm pretty sure she would need to go up a cup size. She was already halfway there.

There are many ways to get to the promised land. From the side, bottom, or top. Or like a multiple-choice answer on my exams, all of the above.