Jeannie's Interlude: Setting the Scene & Wandering the Halls

Jeannie sat on top of a desk at the back of the class, watching the perversion unfold with a wicked grin. Johnny might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but she had to admit that she was impressed with the rate at which he had turned the classroom into a den of sin.

Jeannie uncrossed her legs & hopped off the desk, taking stock of the orgy unfolding around her. She gingerly stepped over two sets of intertwined legs splaying out from under a desk, connected to a newly paired-up set of students who were lost in each others’ bodies. Jeannie felt a sentimental swell of pride despite herself. Young love! Would they have found each other without her magic? Certainly they wouldn’t be bangin’ on the classroom floor.

The next couple she reached was in a slightly less romantic pose, though no less passionate — a short boy with a muscular dancer’s build had bent a girl nearly twice his size over the desk & was rhythmically ramming her ass. Young anal! Jeannie figured that was pretty magical, too, & gave the boy an encouraging slap on the butt as she passed. The girl gave an appreciative moan & mumbled something breathless about needing it deeper.

Jeannie made her way around the classroom, making sure every detail was as delightfully depraved as to suit a goddess of her stature — helping one girl pull her hair into a ponytail while hands-free deepthroating, pushing anothers’ head down on a cock, even producing a magical strap-on from her purse & handing it to a waifish blonde straddling an attractive butch girl at the front of the class. Jeannie also took note of Johnny, who was totally oblivious to the world around him as Marissa slowly teased her tongue around his shaft.

Things were going better than Jeannie could have imagined, & she was impressed with how quickly & thoroughly Johnny had changed the class. Nearly everyone was engrossed of some form of debauchery - all except for poor Professor Chao, who, in following Johnny’s instructions, was left at the front of the room halfheartedly giving the lesson. This is not to say that the teacher had not noticed the scene unfolding before her, or that she wasn’t softly rubbing her cunt over her dress in an attempt to relieve the building pressure from seeing her young audience turn into a sea of writhing naked bodies.

Jeannie, being older than the universe itself, acutely understood the pain of being left out in a younger crowd, & sympathized strongly with the professor. “You there!” Jeannie snapped at a wide-eyed voyeur jacking off on the sidelines. “Can’t you see your teacher needs some assistance?”

The boy, slackjawed at being shouted at by such a beauty (& still furiously stroking his cock,) obediently made his way to the podium at the front of the class.

“Now, Professor;” Jeannie said in a sweet voice, like someone offering an old friend a glass of wine, “how can he help fuck you?”

Professor Chao smiled broadly, a sincere pleasure spreading from her cheeks to the corners of her eyes, & let out an inadvertent sigh of relief knowing she could join the dance. She hesitated a bit in considering her options, & what might be appropriate to ask of her student, but Jeannie saw right through her & knew exactly what she needed.

“Wonderful idea, Mrs. Chao,” Jeannie said appreciatively, cutting short the stream of possibilities rushing around the professor’s head & picking out the one she knew she would enjoy the most. “You, boy! Would you kindly go eat your teacher’s ass? And you better not stop touching yourself until you give her a big load on her pretty toes!”

Professor Chao clasped her hands to her mouth — not so much embarrassed at Jeannie knowing her exact fantasy as she was grateful to have it without asking! She made a mental note to invite this strange magical woman over to meet her husband sometime, shooting her a look of gratitude as the boy obediently took his place behind her & made his way up her dress.

Jeannie, feeling satisfied that everyone in the classroom was going to get theirs, began to wonder what else the school had to entertain her. She stopped at the doorway for a moment, pausing to admire the aching ecstasy of a stocky boy pinned between a pair of thick Latina thighs, before shouting to an oblivious Johnny to holler if he needed her & making her way out in the world.

As the door to the classroom slammed behind her, hiding a lifetime’s worth of dirty little secrets in the making, she stopped again to savor the relative normalcy of the quiet hallway. Still, scanning the thoughts of the students walking past, she felt she wouldn’t bored for long. She contemplated where to go & who to “help” next...

Where does Jeannie visit next in the school, & who does she meet there? How can she use her magic to mold the world around her into her own dirty utopia? Comments, suggestions, & new chapters strongly encouraged!