Unconscious Camilla's endless memory visions brought her to one six years before the aquarium incident.
She was 31 at the time, though Nigrovum was making her look like a 23-year-old.
One class she was teaching was Incest In World Literature: as well as English writing, the course included English translations of prose and poetry from various languages.
The first book she lectured on, in September of that year, was an English translation of
Mrs. Caldwell Speaks to Her Son
, a novel by Camilo Jose Cela. As she was lecturing, she found it hard to take her eyes off one cute, thin, brown-haired boy who sat at the front of the class.
"Mrs. Caldwell, whose son Eliacim has died, is going mad," Camilla said. "Obsessed with her boy and feeling guilty about having incestuous thoughts about him, she writes him letters."
She briefly glanced in the beautiful brown eyes of her boy student, and suddenly felt her pussy getting a little wet. After this brief pause, noting how her students were looking strangely at her for stopping, she continued her lecture.
"Eliacim has died aboard a navy ship and has been buried at sea," she said, sweating slightly and briefly pausing again after looking at the young man. "Here's an interesting quote: 'You, my son, when you were a little child, lived in constant fear, your eyes inhabited by atrocious and permanent inexplicable fears.'"
Camilla's pussy was getting wetter. Knowing she didn't normally get that horny all by herself just from looking at a handsome young male student's face, she suspected this was more psychic interfering from the masked men. Now her own eyes had atrocious, inexplicable fears of their own.
That young brunet student of hers had his own worries: though he found 'The Fox' very attractive, he felt alarmed by the lewdness he saw in her eyes whenever she looked at him, which was constant.
After the class ended, she went to her office and sat at her desk. She, finally cooled off, thought about how she hadn't been terrorized by the masked men since that time, over a year before, when she, naked, had been thrown out of an apartment building and into a swimming pool. She'd felt inappropriate moments of horniness in class before, back in her undergraduate years, but now she was a teacher: having acquired knowledge and respect among her academic peers, she absolutely dreaded the possibility of being shamed before her students and made to get naked and sexual, as she had with Chris.
Still, that brunet boy in her new class never stopped getting her hot.
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Several weeks later, Camilla was walking by the university theatre and had noticed some ad posters for new plays that were about to be performed. One of the posters promoted a new French-language production of Hosanna, the play she'd directed in English translation back in her undergraduate years, with Sean in the title role!
She looked at the names of the cast, and saw, in the title role, Alain Charcot, her cute brunet student! There the boy was, in drag and heavily made up.
"Isn't he gorgeous?" she sighed. A thrill shot through her body, from her pussy and tailbone all the way up to her head.
Then she noted a warning at the bottom of the poster:
adult themes and nudity
.
"My God," she gasped in lascivious delight. "I'm getting a chance to see that beautiful boy naked. Please be a full-frontal display." She immediately rushed over to the box office and bought herself a ticket.
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That night, she went to the first performance of the play. Alain's acting was atrociously bad, but she didn't care: she just wanted to see him take off his dress and display his nakedness before her gluttonous eyes.
Indeed, at the end of the play, 'Hosanna' removed 'her' Cleopatra dress, black bra and panties, and stood naked before 'her' lover Cuirette. At first, Alain had his back to the audience, so Camilla, sitting in the front row, in the centre, could ogle his cute little buttocks.
"Oh, please turn around, sweetie," she whispered. "Please turn around; don't be shy."
Then Alain did, almost mechanically. Thinking it was her use of Nigrovum that made him turn around, Camilla's eyes greedily poured all over the boy's soft, thin, delectable flesh. Her heart was pounding and her breaths were heavy, quick, and loud from seeing his hairless chest and his penis, draped with bushy brown pubic hair. Wearing a miniskirt, she put her finger in her panties and began fingering her hard clitoris.
Curious to know how large his penis got when erect, but sensitive enough not to embarrass him before everyone, Camilla used Nigrovum to give him a partial erection. She brought his dick to its full length and thickness, but didn't let it point up.
He looked out at the audience with nervous fear in his eyes, abashedly unable to understand why he was suddenly getting a hard-on; he didn't even know why he'd turned around so everyone could see him frontally nude. The original plan was for him to be seen naked only from behind.
Seeing the embarrassment in Alain's eyes, Camilla immediately removed her psychic control over his penis, and let him go limp. She, however, creamed her panties.
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The next day, her class with him ended. As he was about to walk out the door, she said, "Alain? Can I have a word with you, please?"
"Oh, uh, OK," he said shyly, hoping it would only be about their class. Everyone else left, and only he and Camilla were in the room. "What is it, Dr. Fox?"
"Alain," she said in lecherous sighs, "I saw you last night in
Hosanna
."
"Oh, yeah," he said shyly, embarrassed that his horny teacher knew what he looked like naked--with an erection.
"You have such a beautiful body, sweetie," she panted. "I got so excited seeing you naked at the end of the play. I"m sorry for being so forward with you, but nobody's ever made me feel this way before."
"Well, uh, thank you," he said with uncertainty in his eyes. "You're very beautiful, too, Dr. Fox, but you're my teacher, and I don't think it would be appropriate if we got too--"
"How many more performances do you have left?"
"Oh, uh, three. The critics panned my performance, so we're not getting any more performances than three."
"Good enough for me. I'm gonna see them all. I'm sorry, but I can't help myself. You're so beautiful."
"Uh, OK. I hope I don't get another stiffie tonight."
"I hope you
do
."
He frowned and looked away in fear.
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Indeed, she did see all three of the other performances, and psychically ensured that she would always get the same seat as before, front and centre, so she could get the best and closest view of his body.
Every time at the end, Alain felt compelled to turn around and face the audience with a partially erect penis, though Camilla wasn't the one psychically getting him hard. Teary-eyed and panting, she masturbated each time to orgasm, creaming her panties three more times.
"He's even more beautiful than Sean was," she whispered to herself.
Though the rest of the audience clapped merely out of politeness, she clapped most enthusiastically, causing more than a few heads to turn among her neighbours. Alain, seeing her among them, could only blush.
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The day after the last performance, she was finishing her class with Alain, and everyone was heading out of the classroom. Alain was really hoping to get through the crowd of students before Camilla could talk to him, but he wasn't able to.
"Alain," she said. "Can I have a word with you, please?"
