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"What do you mean, who am I?" I was still panting from my exertion, but I was enjoying the view of Mrs. Kindlaw splayed out on top of my desk.
She sat up and scooted to sit on the edge of the desk which did wonderful things for her tits. Her gaze turned serious. "No one has ever done that to me."
"You've got an eighteen-year-old son. I seriously doubt no one has ever done that to you." I said with a wide smile.
She chuckled. "That's not what I meant. Although I have to say..." She trailed off, her fingers playing with a strand of hair. Then she dropped her hand, hopped off the desk and started arranging her clothes the best she could. "I'm a real mess, aren't I? It's a good thing my husband isn't home. I have no idea how I would explain the way I look."
Her mentioning her husband brought me up short. "I'll be honest, that was incredible, but I don't really know what brought it on. I'm not looking to cause trouble between you and your husband, and if the school found out..."
"Oh, don't worry about that. There's no reason anyone has to know. I, well, we have an arrangement for things like this." She stood there paused in thought. Her shirt hung on her shoulders, unbuttoned, and her skirt was more or less held back in place. "But... Something is weird here. You remember all that?"
"Well, it's not like I could forget it. It's not every day I get jumped out of the blue by a woman as hot as you."
"That's the strange bit. See, I've never run into anyone who reacted like you did." She paused, then must have made a decision. "I've got this little trick, see? It sounds insane, but it's true. When I'm really into a guy, I can look into his eyes and kind of... take over. We have our fun, then the guy kind of forgets it. It's kind of like my super power - never fails! But you... I looked into your eyes and I felt you get hot, but it's like it got reflected back to me. I mean, I was already into you, but it's like I got set on fire."
She looked me in the eyes again and her face flushed. "The longer I looked at you the more I just... I just had to have you. Then, right as soon as I touched you I could feel myself... I mean... hell, now I'm starting up again and I don't have time for this." She laughed and waved her hands at her face as if to cool herself off.
"I don't get it. You just see a guy you're into and you think it's magic when they're willing to fuck? I don't think that's the way it works. You're a knockout. That's not magic."
"No, that's not it. I'm always in control. I can make them do what I want, and I can make them forget. It's super handy, let me tell you. But this time was really different. I mean, with you, I just couldn't stop cumming. It felt so incredible. I needed you in me and... I couldn't stop. Then when you came in me..." She smiled as her hand strayed low toward her hip, and her expression grew distant. "It was different. Like you were flowing in and then back out of me."
"Ok, that was wild, I'll admit. I've never cum like that. I just kept cumming and cumming. I've never cum so hard or long. But yeah, it was different. I don't know what happened."
She seemed to snap back to reality. "Ah, god, I've got to get out of here. But, uh... I think we might need to get together again and see if we can get to the bottom of this mystery, eh?" The sly grin was back.
I stood there with my pants still around my ankles and my cock hanging out. "Uh. Sure. Yeah, yeah!"
Clothes ripped and wrinkled, hair mussed and matted to her neck with sweat, she walked out of my classroom with a bounce in her step and a wonderful sway in her hips.
I looked around at the disaster she left. It was going to take an hour to get everything back in order, and some of those papers I graded... Well, there's no way I could hand them back, they reeked of sex. I looked at the one that suffered the most. It was totally ruined, ripped and almost dripping. At the top of the page: "Pete Kindlaw: The Economics of the Civil War."
I laughed and sat my bare ass back down into my chair.
After that, just about every Friday I had an extra 'parent teacher conference' with Tess. Almost every meeting went the same way. We didn't even try to keep any pretense up talking about papers or tests or class performance. She would try her magic gaze or whatever on me, and I can't say it didn't get me worked up, but just knowing that we would be fucking like bunnies in a few minutes was surely enough to do that. I mean, I had some luck when I was in college, but it had been a long time since I had a regular girl, and I'd never had one built like her.
Her reaction during our meetings was more interesting though. Each time it seemed like she would wear less, and each time she gave up on her experiment quicker and quicker. By the end, she would just come in and start dropping clothes as she stalked me across the room, her eyes locked on mine until they closed as we met in a kiss.
The sex was always incredible, some of the best I ever had. She was hot and insatiable. Afterward, she didn't seem interested in hanging around though. She didn't seem interested in talking about this trick of hers, and I didn't ask, mainly because I still didn't believe in it. She even stopped asking about how much I remembered, and seemed to just assume I was immune to her. In any case, we were always totally fucked out, exhausted. We would chat a little as we dressed, then she would head out. I didn't know hardly anything about her or her life. I just figured we were fuck-buddies.
I wouldn't have thought anything more about it, I mean she was just a bit crazy, but in a way I was really loving, right? For whatever reason I turned her on, maybe her husband wasn't doing it for her and she just had a strong sex drive, who knows? I was available and happy to let her work out her hang-ups on me. But the thing was, my meetings with her weren't the only thing going strange.
After that first night with Tess, I started getting weird looks from people. I thought it was just my guilty conscience, I mean I was fucking some guy's wife on the regular, and I didn't feel completely okay with that. But it was real. First, I noticed it from our administrative assistant, Frankie. She started watching me in an almost creepy way, and she never used to give me a second glance. Every time I came into her office she would find a reason to stand up and get close to me, all the time trying to catch my eye. There were a couple other women that started staring at me too, but what worried me most was in class.
I started getting a lot more attention from the girls in my classes. Sometimes it was just some dreamy looks, but I also got a lot more questions, and requests for personal attention. And there were some unusual situations, too. One time, as I was leaning over one student's desk reading over her assignment, she actually scooted over and very deliberately started rubbing her boobs against my arm. I jumped back and looked at her in shock, but as I caught her eyes, her gaze softened, and I started to believe there might be something to Tess's little trick. Most of my students were seniors, but I wasn't about to go looking for anything from anyone that young, to say nothing about the fact that they were my students.
One Friday evening after a particularly energetic bout, I was lying on the ground as Tess stood above me, nude, enjoying the wreck she had made of me. She was starting to put her clothes back on when I mentioned the attention I had been getting, and she perked up.
"Is it everyone or just some people?"
"It's only a few people, Frankie, our admin assistant, has been the biggest change, but there was some of the girls in class, and I think I even caught the vice-principal checking out my butt last week."
"Any guys?"
