This story could have gone in a variety of other categories, as it involves domination and submission, and aspects of heterosexual and lesbian sex between participants of different ages. If that offends you, then I suggest you don't read it. If it works for you, check out my other stories! The story is inspired by one I read years ago on a different site; so if it seems familiar, that may be why. If you know (or even wrote) the original, I hope you'll forgive my adaptation; and let me know what you think.
That night, I drew copies of all the pictures I had done in the art room; plus a beautiful close up of Miss Carter's gorgeous face, framed by the black hair I loved so much. She really was my perfect woman - and how lucky was I? I'd had this amazingly hot woman literally handed to me by an older woman who got off on watching the whole thing! I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I had to admit that being watched, and told what to do by Mrs Wood had made fucking Miss Carter even more amazing! The drawing practice was just a bonus, giving me - let's face it, not the hottest hunk at college - the opportunity to do nothing but stare at a beautiful, naked, curvaceous woman, and enjoy every slope and swell of her slender body.
I jerked off in the shower that morning thinking about her - and not for the first time, I should add! I dressed for college and went in. I had an English class that day, taught by you-know-who; and Art in the afternoon.
Miss Carter was dressed more conservatively than usual that day, but even a heavy sweater and floor-length skirt couldn't completely hide her curves. She avoided looking at me, and didn't speak to me for the whole class. Once she'd ignored my hand up to answer a couple of questions, I got the message. No mileage in upsetting or embarrassing her, after all.
In Art, Mrs Wood gave me a sly smile, and asked if I'd enjoyed earning my 'extra credit' the day before. I grinned nervously, and nodded.
"Good. Then I'll see you here tomorrow evening at the same time." she said briefly.
I nodded, although I couldn't help being a little disappointed that it wasn't going to be today!
That evening came and went, as did the next day. Despite the temptation, I didn't speak to anyone about what had happened, remembering the importance of promising my 'discretion'. Hell, I wasn't an idiot!
English was my last period the next day. As Miss Carter handed out assignments, she put an envelope on my desk casually, not looking me in the eye. I watched her legs as she walked past me a little way in her knee-length skirt. Hell, all the guys did - why wouldn't we? Then I turned my attention to the envelope.
Inside was what looked like a novelty key-chain; but there was no clasp. It was a tiny remote-control, with four square buttons and two up and down arrows on it. Confused, I looked in the envelope again, and pulled out a scrap of newspaper. On the other side was the advertisement, which I read quickly.
Remote-control love balls. Four 'pulse' programmes, and five power settings. A control range of thirty feet. My mouth opened in an 'o' of surprise, and I looked again at my sexy teacher. Was it my imagination, or was she walking a little awkwardly? I pressed the first button, bringing the controller to life. Two tiny digital LEDs came up with '1's. Miss Carter froze for a moment, and then continued till she was safely behind her desk.
I figured one LED showed a program number, and the other intensity. As she explained the lesson, I toyed with the control, using the 'up' arrow to bring a setting of 1:3. Finally, she looked at me sharply, as she was giving out reading parts.
"Tom! You can tell us about Puck - his motivation, perhaps?"
I took the hint, and dialled it down as I tried to talk about Shakespeare. Once the class got going, people started talking more freely; and as Miss Carter sat back, I switched over to programme two, and hit her back up to a three.
She jumped, sitting up straight with a momentary look of panic. I don't think anyone else noticed, as someone else was talking. She shot me a look, but I just smiled gently at her.
After that, she didn't look at me again. I steadily worked it up to 3:4; and by halfway through the class, her forehead was beaded with sweat, and her nipples were plainly visible through her sweater. She also asked one of the guys to open the windows, which was unusual - she'd usually just get them herself.
She had us writing our thoughts on our characters now, and I got up to approach her desk. I wanted to check how she felt about what was happening. I showed her my workbook as I spoke.
"Do you think I've done enough?" I asked, looking down at her as she stared at the papers on her desk. "I could stop now," I offered.
Finally, she met my gaze. I could see the hunger and desperation in her eyes, tinged with humiliation.
"No - no, I think you're doing well. Keep it up" she said, with a strange lilt to her voice.
I smiled at her, almost tenderly, and went back to my seat.
I don't know what the different settings were like, but number four seemed to be the most effective. Miss Carter's face was flushed; her nipples were like bullets, and I could see her breathing quickly. With a wicked thought, I dropped the power setting to 1, and she looked up at me with a pleading expression.
I arched an eyebrow, and she mouthed the word 'please' to me. Triumphant, I pushed it all the way up to five, and she melted back in her chair, trembling. I wasn't a hundred percent sure when she came, but it was definitely at least once before the end of the period. She dismissed us without getting up, and I lingered in the room.
When I wandered over to her, I could smell her arousal. She asked me quietly for the remote control, and I handed it to her. She stood, and walked into the supply closet. There was a huge wet patch on the back of her skirt, and I watched her legs scissoring into the closet eagerly.
A minute later, she reappeared; having simply rotated her skirt through 180 degrees. She held a large wicker handbag in front of her, hiding the wet patch.
"Follow me" she said coolly, leading me out of the room and down the corridor. I padded along behind her a few feet back, watching her walk. Damned if I knew how she managed to act so cool, walking through to the Art department, but she was completely normal, saying Hi or goodbye to the co-eds who called to her, without the faintest suggestion of stress.
Soon, we entered Mrs Wood's classroom. She was at her desk, clearing the top thoroughly.
"Ah Tom, Fernanda. How nice to see you both. Tom, close the door will you - and lock it. And Fernanda, close the blinds."
She sat calmly at her desk whilst we did what she said, and came to stand in front of her in a clear area of floor.
"So." she said firmly, but with a smile. "How are you both?"
"Fine thanks, Mrs Wood" I said clearly. Miss Carter was quieter, but said much the same thing.
"So, Fernanda. Did you enjoy being fucked on Monday?" asked Mrs Wood calmly.
The younger woman flushed, and mumbled quietly.
"I'm sorry Fernanda, I didn't catch that. Did you enjoy being fucked by Tom?"
"Yes. Yes, Mrs Wood" she said, crimson-faced. Miss Carter's calm demeanour had melted away almost instantly.
"Oh good. And how about you Tom, did you enjoy fucking Fernanda?"
"Oh yeah! Yeah, very much thanks, Mrs Wood." I replied with a grin.
"Good. I think we'll have you doing that again this evening. But a little more art practice first. I have high hopes for you when we move on to oils, Tom. But I thought a little more sketching practice, to get your proportions just so."
"Fernanda, do you have the control?" Mrs Wood asked, putting her hand out. Miss Carter reached into her bag, and stepped forward to give it to the older woman.
"Fernanda dear, what are you hiding behind that awful bag?" said Mrs Wood in mocking tones.
Shamefacedly, Miss Carter lowered the bag, revealing her damp skirt.
"Oh dear. We did get excited, didn't we? Well, you can't stand around in that. Take it off and give it to Tom."
Miss Carter did what she was told, stepping gingerly out of the thin skirt and giving it to me. Beneath she wore white panties, soaked through. They sat high on her hips, and I stepped back slightly as she turned back to Mrs Wood. I was right in my guess, admiring her pert ass bisected by the thin white thong.
"Take it all off, you silly girl!" said Mrs Wood impatiently.
Miss Carter's hands jumped obediently to her front, quickly unbuttoning her blouse. She gave it to me, before reaching behind to unfasten her bra. Her breasts looked utterly amazing in the simple underwear, lifted up as if presented on a platter. As the bra came off, they sank just the slightest amount, her nipples thickly erect and flushed pink.
I watched silently, enjoying the show as my teacher stripped off in front of me. Finally, she put her thumbs in her thong panties, and slid them down her long legs. Her breasts swung gently from side to side as her weight shifted from one foot to the other. She straightened up, naked; and placed the damp panties on the pile of clothes I held.
"Tom, put those down carefully, and put the skirt over the radiator" said Mrs Wood. "Then get your sketch pad."
I did what she said, whilst Mrs Wood positioned Miss Carter. When I got back, my teacher was posing naked; arms above her head, back arched to thrust out her magnificent breasts. All her weight was on one leg, the other gently bent and her hips at an angle.
She looked like a goddess.
I walked around her, admiring her from every angle.
"I think from behind first," came Mrs Wood's voice.
I sat down, holding my sketch pad. I began with a few simple lines, and Mrs Wood came around to supervise me, giving me feedback on my perspective and proportions. I noticed that she was holding the tiny remote control, and wondered what the little love-balls were doing to Miss Carter.
A covering of tiny beads of sweat covered her back and chest. Her nipples were harder than ever; raspberry-pink thimbles on the tip of her glorious breasts. She was breathing quickly through pouting, full lips; clearly very turned on.
