Wrascally Wabbit

Another note hit the desk in front of the genie again. Jessica quickly snatched it and rushed to read it while Miss Littlewood had moved onto the other side of the room again.

‘I’m actually finding myself curious now. What is it about Simon that appeals to you of all people? Is it ****? What did he do to you? Or is it something that you’re hiding from all of us, Jess? Maybe I’ll let Miss Littlewood find out….”

The genie’s emerald eyes widened with an increased look of betrayal that her friend continued to inflict on her.

Tiffany was one of her closest friends. The blonde cheerleader had hung out around her more than Sammy for the first time in the past year. The only time in all eight of the years they knew each other. Yet, the emotional knife continued to twist inside of her. The raven-haired cheerleader attempted to lift her hand again while staring at her with a satisfied smirk.

Jessica panicked as a result and once again called out to her flirtatious and transformed teacher.

“M-Miss Littlewood!”

Again, her teacher’s heels gently clicked as the woman rushed over to the young student’s side, eager to tease and flirt with the cheerleader more.

“Did you have something you wanted to add, Jessica? I’m all ears!”

On cue, the proximity of her teacher, the strawberry blonde’s tie pointing directly into her cleavage like an arrow **** the embarrassed student to dart her eyes down at her skirt along with her head. Several aroused and flustered feelings mashed together at the same time as she struggled to respond.

Kevin’s outfit choice for her teacher, Miss Littlewood’s age, and her looks combined make Jessica feel as if her brain was going haywire. Then, the sudden realization made her mind go blank.

Her teacher turned on the genie. The way Miss Littlewood always leaned forward, brushed her breasts, and wiggled her ass in her face. Somehow, the Queen of Eastlake, in the middle of this ****, had become AROUSED.

The embarrassing realization made Jessica lurch forward and nearly bite down on her tongue to suppress another urge to scream. Instead, her voice became lost and soft as she tried to speak. Her throat locked up as she managed to **** out the words, but only barely.

“I…I-I…Um….”

Her mind felt scattered as she struggled to remember what the topic of the class was even about. The situation around her preoccupied the young genie that the actual lesson flew into one ear and out the other!

“What’s the matter, Jessica?”

Miss Littlewood’s voice giggled softly in her ear as she whispered breathlessly,

“Was it something I said?”

The cheerleader shuddered under the noticeable lust in the woman’s voice. Her emerald eyes darted around the room to see the class witnessing as Miss Littlewood bent herself over and blocked her view. The teacher’s ass provided a diversion for her classmates as her hands stroked down the young genie’s bare thighs and under her skirt.

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me? Talk to me, baby....”

Jessica’s voice remained silent as she became too embarrassed and anxious to talk. The voices in the back of her subconscious told her to run, but her urges told her to stay. They encouraged, begged, the genie to lean into her teacher’s sudden need for her approval.

Miss Littlewood’s hand reached out and pressed against her forehead, a pout appearing on her glossy lips.

“Are you not feeling well, Jess? Perhaps I should send you to the nurse….”

The pinned genie shook her head again against leaving the room, knowing that by her doing so, she would automatically lose to Kevin.

“I could call your father, though. Would you like that? He always knows what to do....”

The blood suddenly drained out of the blonde’s face as she darted her eyes at the look on Miss Littlewood’s face.

Her teacher was biting her lip and looking away in thought. A blush appeared on her face as her arousal increased. The strawberry blonde’s hand reached down and then ran itself along her stomach and skimpy attire.

“Mr. Edwards might become upset with me for not taking care of you, then I wouldn’t see him, or I might be disciplined....” the woman whispered to herself in thought.

Jessica’s eyes remained locked on the woman as she let out a giggle.

“Your father’s such a lucky man to have made something as beautiful as you, Jessica, you're so perfect….”

HIDE! HIDE RIGHT NOW! RUN!

The genie’s aroused state now mixed with the feeling of panic as she shrunk herself and dove quickly under the desk to keep her sanity intact. Something triggered inside of her as she felt the need to curl and remain under the teacher’s desk until the opportunity came to race out.

Jessica shut her emerald eyes and felt her shoulders go rigid as she stopped her mind from racing any further than it already was. She needed to regain control of herself,

“I-I-I need a minute!”

Jessica knew she couldn’t break down. If she broke down, then it was over. Kevin would win control, and she would reduce to once again being nothing. Simon would be disappointed. He would be wrong! But what was the cost so far of not letting the pervert take his anger out on the raven-haired cheerleader? The blonde’s embarrassment was at an all-time high, her classmates mumbling and whispering on the other side of the desk as the cheerleader tried not to lose control. Tiffany was threatening to embarrass her even more. The idea of torturing her Captain with the prospect of creating a false narrative of Simon in the girls’ room.

That wasn’t even the thing that was occupying her brain at that moment anyway. Of course, that went to the teacher, and the way the strawberry blonde’s thoughts drove Jessica under her desk in the first place.

Why would Miss Littlewood bring up her father like that? And why did it immediately make scurry under the desk and want to run away? What would suddenly make her so terrified about the English teacher - her favorite teacher?

Simon should have come back by now. Why hadn’t he teleported into the room already? What was taking him?

“Master! Where are you!”

Simon detected the demanding tone sounding out from desperation as Jessica soon received her answer,

“Jess, I’m close! What’s happening?”

Her eyes darted around as she curled her legs into her chest, ignoring her skirt opening from beneath. The blonde bombshell sounded increasingly confused.

“Tiffany keeps making me call out to Miss Littlewood, but she started talking about my Dad! But she’s talking as if she knows him! It’s…It’s…”

Jessica froze as she realized this feeling of fear and anxiety that was getting to her was just like before.

It was the same. It was the same as last night when she was in the memory, and the illusion of her Stepmom had shattered!

“It’s just like those women with Stephanie! I don’t understand, Master! Kevin doesn’t know about that, does he?”

Her Master became quiet, almost hesitating in what he told her next, and for a good reason, as Jessica soon realized.

“Jess…Kevin has no idea…but his actions made it possible because…if we leave the school this way, then it’ll cascade through the whole town and everyone in it.”

The genie froze in place as she continued to listen, her eyes growing wide as Simon explained it to her further.

“I ran an algorithm of what happens if the changes become permanent…a school with a teaching staff of sexed-up women under 35. If it were made retroactive, someone would have to approve all of this from higher up. Most of the wealthy and powerful people around town would decide to do it. Your Dad included….”

The blonde felt her body slump as she managed to put together what Simon was saying. The shock poured in.

“S-So…Daddy would know Miss Littlewood because….”

The genie heard her Master sigh from wherever he was along with his frown, “Because if we left what Kevin changed alone, the indirect effect would mean your Dad would be influencing the hiring decisions of the school board. Kevin, in his perverted fantasy, didn’t realize what would happen...Your Dad...because of his wealth and his power, he’d only accrue more..., and that includes the school....”

Jessica wanted to start screaming once Simon had finished. Her father wanted nothing to do with the school. He always tried to pull her out to have more control over her!

Now, because of that perverted idiot! That same one that had become friends with Her Simon when she was no longer there for him! The wealthy playboy that the cheerleader had long blocked out and denied as her father would have more control over her life! The young genie’s teachers would be under his thumb; the whole school, her father, would have the ability to control her, his only daughter as if sending her off to boarding school!

The blonde clenched the sides of her skull as she realized all the implications. Her teachers wouldn’t just be Kevin’s perverted toys. They would be at the beck and call of her father! Theodore Edwards would have even less compulsion or restraint to hide that other side of his life from her. Jessica could picture it, **** to be taken home every day by a different perverted teacher that sought to earn his approval, Stephanie’s approval!

Her body shook. She couldn’t take it…it was too much…this was all TOO MUCH!

“It’s...I can’t...I don’t know if I....”

Almost immediately, another voice interrupted her train of thought and silenced the advance of her anxiety-fueled thoughts.

“You will not give in, Jess. You have to overcome this.”

The sudden command of her Master’s voice caused the genie’s body to move from her shaken state on the floor.

“Master…I…I...I can’t…I….”

Her teacher’s eyes snapped open, and she rose from her position on the floor over her student, “Is everything all right, Jessica?”

Her heart raced. The genie’s emerald eyes darted between the teacher’s voice outside and the voice of her Master inside. The teenager’s body shrank into itself further as she felt the fear overtaking her. She couldn’t put up with it much longer.

Her body was trembling, and her tongue was tied in knots, and all she could do was swallow instead of speak.

“I...I want to....”

“No. You will not,” Simon’s voice took on its most authoritative tone yet, and silenced her mind instantly.

No. No, she would not. Jessica’s body stopped trembling as her eyes widened. She ceased her thoughts and panic as her brain waited for that same voice that overpowered them.

Her Master had no control of her mind or her awareness for what he could do, but she could not disobey him. the genie followed through on her decision that morning to overlook her own fear of losing control.

She no longer had it…

“I want you to take control.”

The Queen of Eastlake would never have said those words to anyone unless she had let them in unless they knew her, who she was underneath the facades and the titles.

He knew. The genie’s childhood companion knew the blonde better than anyone ever had. At that moment, Jessica felt herself remember their conversation before school with Simon. That final moment where she had a chance to back out, to slow down. He knew then, too.

“Jess, if I do this... there’s no going back from here. Are you sure...”

“Simon. I’m not going to say it again. This is what I want.”

The genie felt her eyes roll back in her head. A pleasurable and eerie shudder moved through her body as Simon’s voice grew in its possessive tone. He was in control now. The switch had flipped when she made that choice back in Italy. Even if she wanted to back out now or continue to panic at the situation, there was no avoiding Simon when he had made up his mind.

And he could be so fucking stubborn when he wanted to be.

Her Master was not going to allow this to continue as Kevin had intended. That was not the pervert’s decision to make.

Only Master could decide how this would unfold.

She could feel him again—his emotional responses, the evidence outside the room that he had drawn closer to her. They broke into her and flooded through her again as she shuddered. The cheerleader had to keep her head from hitting the bottom of the desk when her back suddenly arched in arousal.

The commanding presence her urges had craved from the nervous and kind boy in her life, that she had known he kept locked within him, that she had let build up inside of him from her absence, entered her mind emphatically,

“You are forbidden to finish that statement, Jess! I will not allow you to falter! But, if I have to be your Master and command you out of this situation, then so be it! I will not allow you to fail my sister, yourself, me, or anyone else that’s still worth protecting! I can’t wish your way out of this, Jess, but you will get yourself out of it! I will not let you settle for anything less!”

Her body shook as a spike of arousal shot from her pussy and up her spine, increasing the rush of chemicals and heat to the genie’s brain.

“But Master...how...how do I...”

She felt another surge as Simon’s presence drew closer and stopped. He was somewhere outside, nearby. Close enough that she could tell what direction he was coming from in the hallway. She felt a chuckle leave him as he continued again,

“The Queen of Eastlake can tease when she desires. I know firsthand. I’ve seen you do it both from afar and up close. If Miss Littlewood is just out to embarrass you with flirtation, that’s one thing, but if she truly desires you, you know what you need to do....”

A pause in his speech allowed her to remember the context of his comment. How she begged Simon on that first night to play with her body, to play Simon Says. He would not allow her to question his judgment anymore.

“What does a good genie do, Jess?”

Her eyes went wide as her body relaxed. The one truth she had pushed on herself that morning repeated itself within her,

“A good genie...obeys her Master...”

Simon’s voice inside her mind became more lustful, more controlling, and more authoritative in a way she had desired the last few days. The way she told him to be, the way Jessica had wanted him to be for her. To help her and protect her.

“You are my genie, Jessica Edwards. You are the genie of Simon Harris. And I will not allow you to give in to your fear. You’re right. You belong to me, you always have, and you always will. But, right now, your Master orders you to obey and to trust what your instincts and urges tell you. So I need you to pull through, Jess, even if I have to will my way through you to do it. Remember, you aren’t their Queen; you aren’t their ****. You are Mine. Only Mine. And you will obey your Master, my love. YOU WILL DO AS I COMMAND YOU TO DO, JESSICA EDWARDS! Now get the fuck out from behind that desk and put your teacher in her place!”

Jessica’s eyes fogged over in a haze of lust as Simon’s commanding and forceful tone shot through her. The genie compelled, her anxiety now overridden by the will of her Master. Her arousal grew as her tongue licked her lips. Simon continued to push her fear and anxiety out of her with his commands. The effect on her arousal and urges began to replace them with the mantra she had given herself.

That’s right. The blonde bombshell wasn’t just a cheerleader or his girlfriend; she was his genie...

A good genie obeys her Master.

And she always had to do what Simon said… because Simon was HER MASTER!

Jessica’s mind came alive as she shouted back her excited and aroused response back to him. Now the genie became driven by something far more powerful than fear and embarrassment.

Simon’s willpower.

Her Master awoke the aroused and lustful eagerness inside of his childhood companion to remind her of who she was,

“Yes, I must obey…I must obey you, Master! Only you!”

The blonde’s chest rose and fell as she relaxed; a lovely smile graced her lips as she felt as if her skin was burning up inside her, the need and want to rip off her clothes and go to him on her knees. The genie’s passion and desire was the newfound fire that once again lit ablaze the Queen of Eastlake High.

The empowerment that came from the belief and continued love her Master had for her made Jessica know none of her classmates or teachers stood a chance against him. She felt like she could take on the whole room after his words. Her brain reminded itself once again.

With her, he could do ANYTHING.

And he could make her do anything. She could do anything for him, and she would do anything for him!

The blonde bombshell stood up from her position under the desk. Her emerald orbs stared at her target and smiled, lost in a lustful fog as her focus remained on her mental and emotional link to her owner.

“Yes, Miss Littlewood. I’m fine now. Thank you….” the cheerleader’s voice said to her teacher in a sultry tone before sitting back down behind the desk once more.

Jessica failed to see the pleasurable shudder and hear the sudden stuttering of the strawberry blonde sex doll that had been seducing her the entire class. The anxiety that gripped her had washed away as she reached a hand down and underneath her skirt.

Now fueled with lust and newfound confidence, the genie began stroking herself in front of her class without any of them able to see her with the chair lowered as it was. Still, the sight of the entranced strawberry blonde’s eyes watching it unfold from her position next to her proved that she was not immune. Jessica remained seated at her teacher’s desk, biting down on her lip, and looked at Miss Littlewood’s eager form that bit down increasingly hard on the pencil eraser she had pressed against her lips. The pencil itself was in danger of snapping in half.

The blonde purposefully looked away. Meanwhile, her hand continued stroking herself gently as the horny cheerleader called out to the auburn-haired boy again.

“I’m ready. What is your plan, Master?”

Simon’s voice was stern, forceful, growling in her mind possessively, calculating and relaying as he reminded her of those in front of her,

“The others in your class are only distractions for you. They don’t matter. They’re only bystanders to the game going on around you. A game you’re going to win, Jess. Now we see if there’s more than just flirting involved. Turn on the teasing even more. I want you to see how far Miss Littlewood wants to go for it. How much she can take it when you’re the one flirting with her....”

Jessica’s eyes turned to her teacher as she attempted to seduce the cheerleader still and teach her lesson. An exercise that grew futile as she became hypnotized when the blonde spread her legs further behind her desk. The activity was primarily out of the view of her students, save Jessica’s flushed face and wet dress shirt. But the sight of the student running her palms down the inside of her thighs as her face flushed even more than it had, made the English Literature teacher’s seductive show and lesson plan fall to the wayside. The strawberry-blonde failed to keep composed as her eyes followed the sensual fingers of the blonde under her skirt and sheer black fabric. Then Jessica rubbed the right side of her neck with one of her hands. Her emerald eyes glanced up at her teacher again as she watched Miss Littlewood drop her pencil as she suddenly stuttered. Her body bent forward toward where the genie sat, a slight drool trying to escape her lips.

“I-I...I...I...C-Class...I...g-g-going o-off what we last....”

The woman’s glasses began to fog as the heat and moisture built up from her body. Jessica watched as the young teacher bit her glossy lip again while sweat trickled down her face and neck. Then, eager to regain her student’s attention, the woman’s heels clicked against the tiles as she pressed herself against the young woman’s side to briefly brush her ass in her face.

“Master, Miss Littlewood is starting to lose focus on the class. She looks hornier than before, her outfit is so small, and she can’t keep pressing herself against me…what shall I do?”

“First off, tell me your own feelings. What do you feel when you see Miss Littlewood like that, Jess?”

The genie felt a moan build within her as she watched the teacher glance back at her and attempt to regain control as the class waited for their lesson to finish. But, instead, the teasing seemed only to increase as Miss Littlewood’s eyes couldn’t stop from gazing at the blonde cheerleader in the seat of her desk.

“Anxious, worried….but also…Warm, Master… I’m so turned on because of your words…but her body is....”

“Does she arouse you, my love? Tell me. You don’t have to feel guilty for me.”

The genie bit her lip as she closed her eyes. She was compelled, unable to lie to her beloved dorkish boy. The sight of her aroused teacher and the urges of her aroused state pushed her.

“Yes, Master…Miss Littlewood looks so…so HOT....”

Jessica’s fingers twitched as she felt the black sheer and lace patterns as her pussy began to leak and dampen the fabric. Another pair ruined, but another opportunity for her Master to dress her again.

“Tell me how she is reacting to you now, Jess.”

The lustful genie rolled her head and eyes over to her teacher. The strawberry blonde sex creature squirmed as she felt her micro shorts’ fabric continuing to tighten around her frame. Her inner thighs rubbed themselves together as she attempted to fight through her arousal as the genie’s increased her—the transformed teacher’s attempts to stay focused on her lesson now becoming impossible.

“She’s losing control, Master. She can’t keep focused on teaching the others with her eyes seeing me.”

Her Master’s commanding tone remained, and his mental voice now took on the manner Jessica had envisioned for her awkward boyfriend.

“Your opponent wants you to be afraid of what Miss Littlewood has become, Jess. So he seeks your embarrassment; he seeks to make you unable to stop her, to shake you by making someone you care about, who cares about you, into a sexual obstacle, into something that plays into your innate fears. It’s a good strategy because he believes you’re still playing by the same rules as everyone else, but it’s also an easy one to overcome when you realize that, unlike the ring, you aren’t bound to those rules, those restrictions.”

Jessica continued to lock her eyes on her teacher. The genie now ignoring the others in her class as her Master continued to speak to her. Her mind locked in on every word.

“To him, he’s doing you a favor by showing you how powerless you are to help those you care about against his power. He wants you to know there’s nothing you can do, to give in and be played with, toyed with like some kind of doll against your will. Unable to resist what he’s done to everyone like Miss Littlewood. To him, they are all his property now, and you will accept that as your fate with me. You are my property and will be nothing more. To him, there’s no point in resisting what he believes you are.”

Simon then chuckled intently inside her mind as he did outwardly, making the genie’s lustful heat grow within her.

“Kevin has no fucking clue that you know what you are. Who you are. That you aren’t fighting against that same sense of denial anymore, you’re accepting it and learning how to become a better genie. You’re not where you want to be now, but you’re going to get there. By doing so, you’re becoming more than what you ever thought possible. And that’s his flaw. He thinks you’re his opponent as always. Even after everything you’ve done, and everything you showed in front of him, Kevin still thinks that you’re incapable of being anything else but that. You’ve always been so much more than what people have told you or thought about you, Jess. I’ve always believed that about you. We’re going to deal with this together. I won’t abandon you. You and me against the world, no matter what, Jess....”

Jessica smiled as she felt her hand still rubbing against herself underneath the desk and out of the prying view of her classmates. Her Master’s voice, her Master’s words constantly refocusing her, always encouraging her.

“The hard part now? You’ll have to stop thinking about how Jessica Edwards, the Queen of Eastlake, will get out of this and start thinking about how Jessica Edwards, the genie of Simon Harris, would. That means having to think a bit more like your enemy and put yourself in their shoes. That means knowing the expectations he has for himself. Kevin expects you to resist Miss Littlewood’s lust for you. That’ll only fuel her more by playing hard to get. Besides Jess, she’s YOUR favorite teacher. Of course, he made her this crazy about you. He’s torturing her as much as you by getting you to deny her. Your favorite teacher lusts for someone she can’t have in you! He knows that! It’s Kevin! The more you push her away, the more he’ll use her against you later. He doesn’t care about her as you do! He’ll only humiliate her more knowing she’s your favorite. Kevin wants to make her **** herself more because of it and then toss her aside without caring how he’s left her. Does she deserve that?”

Simon was right. She had to stop thinking as if it were last week. Too much had happened in the previous few days, and Kevin, the pervert he was, knew the Queen of Eastlake would freak out in this situation.

As Simon’s genie, her urges and pleasurable thoughts had other ideas. Miss Littlewood was her favorite teacher, and Kevin believed that she was his property, but the pervert only wanted her to humiliate her. He manipulated the Strawberry Blonde’s feelings for her because she was her favorite. He’d already had her Coach, Mrs. Cooper, and who else!

Why should that perverted bastard have her favorite teacher when she could belong to someone that actually would care about her? Why couldn’t Jessica have Miss Littlewood instead?

...or her Master? Simon would protect her from Kevin, too.

The genie smiled at the thought as her Master continued,

“I’m already here for you, but don’t look for me to get you out of this by wishing for it. I can’t interfere with your classes to get you out without losing the game. Kevin’s aware that you can get you out of class after flipping the scrip on Cooper, so Simon Says for a second time isn’t a good idea right now. If I teleport now, I stop the class with my sudden entrance. You proved that yesterday. So I’m having to hold back for now and stay clear. At least, not until she dismisses everyone. You need to get her alone with you somehow. Given your situation, I think you know what you need to do now, Jess. Stop thinking and just act on it.”

Now she understood.

Denying Miss Littlewood would only fuel her more, push her more, want her more, and **** her into further debauchery in front of the class where her friends and others alike would watch her humiliation. So, the genie would have to lure her sexed-up teacher into her embrace. Jessica reached for a nearby marker, removing her hand from herself as she pulled out her notebook. She wrote four words and left them open for her teacher to see over her next pass.

If her favorite teacher wanted her bad enough, then as her Master had always sought to do with the cheerleader. If her Master desired it, then Jessica would make the strawberry-blonde earn her twice-or more as hard as Simon ever endeavored. So the blonde genie set herself on it. She was still HIS genie, after all!

Miss Littlewood caught sight of Jessica’s writing as intended and softly clicked her heels back over to her desk as the class continued with their lesson. The blonde cheerleader watched as her teacher’s eyes widened and her upper lip bit eagerly down on the lower gloss of the other.

DO YOU WANT ME?

Her teacher sensually bent herself over the genie’s shoulder and gave her a prime view of her cleavage with that short tie above. The abused and chewed pencil writing beneath it as Miss Littlewood finished and walked back around again.

Jessica glanced down at her paper again.

MORE THAN ANYONE, NAUGHTY GIRL. SEE ME AFTER CLASS.

The genie pouted in her increasingly aroused state and wrote again as Miss Littlewood glanced back to see it. This time, the teacher almost appeared to rush herself back to her desk and glance at the note again.

PLEASE…YOU’RE MY FAVORITE TEACHER. I’M SO HORNY. DON’T MAKE ME WAIT ANYMORE. MAKE THEM LEAVE...PRETTY PLEASE, MISS LITTLEWOOD? I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL WHEN WE'RE ALONE. :C

Jessica looked up at her teacher’s aroused face as the obvious fireworks were shooting off in the woman’s head to emphasize the effect further. The cheerleader mouthed another silent plea and bit her lip afterward.

“Um…Um okay…o-okay class l-let’s….”

Now it was Miss Littlewood’s turn to be reduced to a nervous puddle. The lust and attraction to her student now being given increased fuel as she tried to figure out a response to the sudden turn in the situation.

Jessica watched as she continued to bite down on her lip. Her favorite teacher’s face was now turning pink as her legs squirmed. The woman was clearly having further impure thoughts about her student that made her rub her thighs together.

“She’s almost there, Master.”

“Don’t hesitate, Jess. Do something to send her over the edge. Bait her into your own trap, and make her resistance to you crumble.”

The blonde cheerleader felt her face warm as she realized what that would mean.

“Master, I would be alone with her. What will I….”

“You won’t be alone. You aren't alone, Jess. I promise.”

No, no, she wasn’t alone, but all eyes would be on her. The genie would just have to ignore them or find some way to overcome it. The bombshell teenager closed her eyes and imagined her Master was in her class among the others that had been continually distracted by Miss Littlewood’s sexual display and arousing sight.

Unlike them, Jessica imagined his face and those safe, curious hazel eyes of his that would stare only at her. She visualized him sitting at the now-empty desk in the dead center of the class. Her playful side and next moves were as much an act to tease him as to draw in her sexually aroused teacher.

The Queen of Eastlake kicked the chair back and now strutted one leg in front of the other, much in the same way Miss Littlewood had done to her students the whole class. The blonde took her hands, ran them through her still-wet-but-drying hair, strolled in front of her teacher’s desk, and knocked over a few items in her path. The head cheerleader, eyes lustful, flushed face with arousal and embarrassment, dropped her ass in front of the desk and propped herself up onto the flat surface from behind with her arms. She took her right leg and lifted it over her left until she had crossed both legs provocatively. Miss Littlewood froze under the emerald stare, Jessica pulling a finger and tugging on the golden choker firmly around her neck to make sure to empty whatever thoughts the strawberry-blonde had left of resistance.

Jessica then glanced at her vision of Simon sitting at her old desk. The sight of his eyes widened in wonder, face at that same full blush as he gawked at his genie’s behavior innocently with his boyish features. She bit her lip and let out an eager giggle as her eyes closed at the idea of him.

Now would be a good time for the photographer to get a shot of her. The rest of the class seemed ready to as they all were thrown off and stunned by what she had just done.

“What the….”

Miss Littlewood’s heels clicked rapidly and much louder as her voice trembled in utter excitement. She wasn’t able to hold it in any longer,

“All-All right, class! I-I-I think we should s-stop there for to-today! H-Have your writing assignments puss-POST…Posted online! And I’ll see everyone breast-I mean…Bright! Bright and early! Miss Edwards! Don’t move! You aren’t dismissed! W-We need to discuss your behavior!”

The blonde watched as the class looked confused at each other and around themselves and at the clock.

“But Miss Littlewood,” Tiffany raised an eyebrow and pointed to the time on the wall, “We still have 15 minutes left of….”

“Out! Miss Stephenson! Or I’ll give out detentions!”

The sudden and impatient bark from their usually sunny and happy teacher sprung the students into bolting out the door. Many of them did not complain about the free time out of their class, but others were confused.

Jessica’s sultry eyes glanced over to her feuding best friend and licked her lips.

“Try again on your own, Tiff. Try it. Go on.”

The raven-haired cheerleader walked briskly out the door as Miss Littlewood nearly slammed it behind her. Jessica remained on the desk and watched as the perverted form of the strawberry-blonde pressed against the other side of the door and let out an emphatic grunt of a moan. Her ass cheeks shook as the micro-shorts seemed to have wedged themselves deeper in-between them.

“Finally….”

The woman ripped and pulled her messy bun loose and let her hair flow and fray as she tossed the faux glasses off her face while looking at her lone student sitting on her desk.

“That’s much better, isn’t it, Jessica? Just us now?”

Her heels clicked, and the woman even pushed desks away as she wasted no time in catching the cheerleader off guard when locking her glossy lips onto Jessica’s own moistened and open ones.

Miss Littlewood was eager to get started as she finally broke loose from her student as Jessica’s chest rose, as she suddenly took in air again. She gasped as her teacher’s hand reached underneath her skirt, and the woman felt the genie’s moistened sheer and lace.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, you naughty girl….”

She licked her student’s face, her saliva continuing to pour from her lips as the teacher lost her ability to think in the heat of her desires. Her shorts continued to wedge in between the tone glutes of her ass, as her student made it difficult for her to stay clothed.

Jessica was presented to her under her grip, her schoolgirl attire matching her sexualized clothing and further fueled the fantasy that had come to life for the Strawberry Blonde. The teacher kissed and sucked on the naked flesh of the cheerleader’s collarbone and tangled her tongue in the alluring golden choker around the girl’s neck. The heat of her mouth lingered as the teacher rose her face to stare into the blonde’s emerald eyes.

The cheerleader teased her teacher further with a mischievous smile and softly gasped her name, “Miss Littlewood….”

The horny and gasping perverted dream of a teacher gripped down on the genie’s wrists, lifting them above her head as she pinned her student’s torso beneath her on her desk. Jessica saw the utterly entranced and lustful madness her teacher had given in to as the woman eagerly corrected her,

“Please, Jessica, call me Kimberly!”

The woman kissed the cheerleader again as their tongues tangled together. The teacher ground herself against the blonde’s stomach as they both moaned from the near-endless stockpile of lust and arousal they had built for themselves.

Jessica smirked as they continued to kiss. Then, she gasped into the woman’s ear as she heard a noise quietly behind her that was lost to her teacher’s aroused senses but not to her own.

The blonde bombshell softly moaned out her teacher’s name again in a way the strawberry blonde hadn’t considered,

“Kimmy….”

The woman’s body spasmed and nearly orgasmed onto her student’s stomach upon the genie’s utterance of her first name.

Their faces drew closer together as Jessica reached upward toward her face, breathing against the woman’s rosy-skinned nose. The two locked together in a lustful stare as the genie moaned as she attempted to sit up and smile in her ear but was **** back to her previous position.

Miss Littlewood leaned forward, ready for another kiss again, only for her student to speak softly, but in a tone of newfound satisfaction,

“You forgot to lock the door….”

Too late did Miss Littlewood, the poor lust and lovestruck teacher transformed by Kevin, realize her mistake. The teacher had her mouth covered by a much larger hand. Then another around her waist that rose from the other side of the desk without warning. The teacher squealed in shock as the newfound assailant pulled the woman’s perverted form to the ground with them.

Jessica enticingly leaned her body upward and stretched. She looked down at her poor teacher, rattled by the sudden change of events. The genie retook her position on the English teacher’s desk. Her feet dangling in front of the strawberry blonde’s face as her emerald eyes now desired the interloper who had her teacher in his grasp.

Simon was clearly out of breath as he panted and looked up at her in a sweat, “G-Good job, Jess…flawless as always!”

Miss Littlewood squealed in confusion as the young man laughed nervously, "S-Sorry about the delay!"

The cheerleader playfully pouted at him as she whined to her protector.

“You know I don’t like it when you make me wait, Master, so mean....”