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[All characters are intended to be over the age of 18]
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It was Christine's first day at a new school. Her family had moved at the end of her senior year, and rather than head off to college in a brand new state, they decided to send her for a year at McReady College Prep Academy. She wasn't sure it was going all that well. She'd put on her cutest outfit- a button-up, a sweater, and a swishy little skirt with knee-highs and mary janes- but all she'd gotten was weird looks and stares in the hallway. Glumly, she went into her first class and tucked herself into a seat at the edge of the classroom.
It was Ms. Elwood's Honors English, and there was an essay prompt on the board already. Ms Elwood herself was a shortish, busty woman with long hair braided back. The bell rang, and the murmur of student chitchat died down. Ms. Elwood smiled and took the front of the classroom. "Good morning, class," she said. "We have a lot to do. But first- any concerns before we start?"
A hand shot up from one of the boys near the front of the class. "Yes, Mr. Carver?" Ms. Elwood said.
The boy turned, and pointed at her. "The new girl's given me an erection," he said.
Christine couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her face grew hot as everyone in the class looked at her.
Ms. Elwood nodded, understandingly. "I can see why," she said. She turned toward Christine. "Ms. Spencer, is it? Come to the front of the class, Ms. Spencer."
Christine stared uncomprehendingly, but Ms. Elwood clearly expected her to comply. She snuck a glance at the boy who'd raised his hand, and she could clearly see his pants tented, one of his hands casually rubbing the length of it. Slowly, she stood and went to the front of the class.
Ms. Elwood looked at her sternly. "Ms. Spencer," she said. "I'm not sure how things were at your former school, but at McReady, we believe in personal responsibility." She sighed. "Mr. Carver, can you tell us what caused your erection?"
The boy, dark-haired and lanky, was smirking at her. He stroked the tent in his pants once and then answered. "Her tits, Ms. Elwood."
Ms. Elwood nodded. "See? That's precisely what I mean, Ms. Spencer. You have quite a large bust for a girl your age." Suddenly, Ms. Elwood came up behind her. Ms. Elwood put her hands roughly over Christine's breasts, squeezing them roughly. "And here you are with a shirt that's too tight and the buttons undone so far that it's showing off enough creamy titflesh to make every man and boy in this school hard. I wouldn't be surprised if every boy in this class had an erection. Gentlemen, hands up everyone who's hard?"
Christine watched in horror as every boy in the class raised his hand. Her face was burning. Ms. Elwood suddenly pulled her sweater open and began molesting her breasts through her thin white shirt.
"As I say," Ms. Elwood continued, "At McReady, we believe in personal responsibility. And that means, when you cause an erection, it's your responsibility to relieve it."
"What?" Christine croaked out. She squirmed, trying to get away from Ms. Elwood's hands, which were squeezing her breasts, almost presenting them to the class.
"I think we should start by showing these poor young men the object of their desire," Ms. Elwood said firmly. She slapped Christine's breasts sharply and then stepped back. "Tits out, Ms. Spencer."
Christine crossed her hands over her chest, humiliated, but Ms. Elwood wasn't having it. "I
said,
'tits out', Ms. Spencer," she repeated. "That means that you must take off your shirt,
and
your bra, and expose your tits to the class.