Teenage dream.

John rode to a small diner and ordered a burger with fries. While waiting in his booth for his meal he started looking at the pictures he had taken of the puzzle box sides. The new locks were not based on the same principle as the previous one and each was different. He had no clue as to how to open it and the fact that he ignored in which language all those symbols were was not helping.

He also sent a text, asking Moira to inform him if any information came up about the disappearances of young girls and Lydia in particular. Reminding her of her duty and putting in the same way her honor in question was a low blow, but if it worked it would be worth it.

He munched on his food and looked up a last thing between fries covered in cheddar sauce. Moira knew Mrs Wentworth was a Witch and called her by name, Kim on the other hand had called her the Scarlet Witch. John looked if he could find anything online about it.

He found a few references to anime and manga characters, but after filtering the results he found a lead. On a site dealing with occult stuff he found an article, he was unsure of the veracity of the information but there were scans of a very old handwritten book accompanying it.

It was about the **** of the Scarlet Witch. In the year 1487 on Easter, Tomas de Torquemada Grand Inquisitor tried and burned at the stake Isabella Espinoza Ricardo, the Scarlet Witch and three of her daughters, the fourth one having been killed by soldiers of the Inquisition during their capture. Could one of them have survived or had children before? Maybe Mrs Wentworth was one of their descendant, it would explain her attitude towards Moira's order...

After such gloom thought John finished his soda and took his bike to June's house.
He had lived interesting times till now, but thinking that he would spend a whole afternoon fucking his teacher was still surreal. June's perfect body had his mind captured for hours in class and haunted his nights as an unattainable temptation. And he already saw her naked, kissed her and had her on her knees sucking his cock... His initial thought that he might have died and be in heaven was more supported each time he remembered that...

He had to look twice at the paper she had given her, he really wasn't sure it was the right place. He was in one of the very nice residential districts of Springfield, with houses and gardens larger than his own, but the place he was facing was fenced by a 10 feet tall privacy wall with a huge metal gate that blocked the view too. He could barely see the top of the house when standing on the other side of the street. Was it really the house of his art teacher?

The house had the address she had given him, he got to the gate and ringed on the intercom near the gate.

"Hello, this is John Newman. Ms Summers are you here?" he asked when he heard the sound indicating that someone had picked up.

"John! Very punctual, I knew I could count on you for that. Leave your bike behind the gate and come to the front door." replied June's voice.

The tall gate started opening, John looked around and saw the security camera above it, he knew how she saw he had his bike with him now...

He followed her instructions, leaving it here and walked the nicely kept gravel path to what looked like a very expensive modern house with a lot of windows and metal panels. The grass of the garden was kept at the perfect height and there were huge abstract sculptures in small circles of dirt in the lawn. Despite not being figurative art some of the shapes and curves were eerily reminding John of the female body.

When he arrived at the door he tried to knock, but it opened before he could. A view of beauty was facing him. June summers, her perfect slightly tanned oiled body, her shoulder length wet auburn hair, dressed in the skimpiest black bikini he had ever seen anyone wearing outside of a porn movie, had just opened the door for him. Her hair was wet and a few droplets of water were dripping from her oiled body.

"Welcome to my home, John. I'm glad you accepted my invitation. I was taking a bit of sun by the pool while waiting for you. Did you bring some swimsuit? You might want to join me." she asked him.

Before he could answer she had taken two more steps to hug him, kissing him on the cheek as she did so. The wet imprint of her perfect tits was now visible on his shirt where they had been pressed against his chest. He wasn't wearing his special boxers, he could not justify not being hard in her presence considering what he was doing here. He was feeling like he would soon make a hole in his pants if he did not remove them.

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world. I didn't know you had a pool, I didn't bring anything special for that..." he explained.

"Don't worry about it. It's just us here, I'm sure we will find a way to accommodate you. Follow me. Oh! You can leave your shoes here. " she replied.

John followed her inside, the place was beautiful. It was built in a very modern style with glass, metal and huge panels of polished marble, nothing made of wood or plaster was visible on the ground floor. Everywhere in sight there were paintings and sculptures, John quickly understood something. Every art piece he was looking at was from the same artist, it didn't take long to put two and two together. June wasn't a simple art teacher, she was a talented artist, probably very rich from selling her artwork, who was teaching at the prestigious Academy he was attending. It was probably more for pleasure or to inspire a new generation of artists than for the money, anyone living here obviously did not need such a job.

She told him to wait in a huge living room while she went in another room. She quickly came back with something that she gave him.

"Put this on, it should fit you. The third door is a bathroom. I'll be waiting for you by the swimming pool, it's that way." she said, pointing first at a door and then at the sliding glass door leading to the terrace.

John followed instructions and went inside of the bathroom. Before starting to strip he looked at what she just gave him. It was a red male thong. It was very small, even if the front had some space to accommodate his dick and balls. (totally soft he might have a chance to look normal in it, with the raging erection he was sporting it would look totally obscene.)

He knew that it probably wouldn't stay very long, but once he had it on it confirmed his suspicions. He looked even more embarrassing than if he was actually naked. Still, he would wear it to humor her, what would come after that was worth a lot of sacrifices.

He decided to leave his clothes in the bathroom, nicely folded near the sink. He wanted to do as little as possible to look suspicious in her presence, he even removed his mana enhancing bracelet, keeping only his shiny ring and the red thong on himself as he walked out of the house to the terrace.

What he saw next was astounding. Her pool wouldn't have looked out of place in a palace or high end hotel. It was very big, had a nicely curved shape, there was an island in the middle of it with a couple of lounge chairs and a few plants, there was also a large hot tub built in the side of the pool that looked like 8 people could fit in it.

"You wear it well, but it looks a bit tight. Come here, we have to make sure you don't burn." she said, with a very appreciative look in her eyes. John approached and laid down on the lounge chair she pointed at.

June came closer and straddled him, sitting on him, her barely covered pussy rubbing against his belly. She had a bottle of tanning oil in hand and was spilling some on his chest. Something was in John's mind, he had seen June naked before and as skimpy as her bikini was now he was sure of something, she had absolutely no tan marks.

His dream teacher, almost naked, was bent over him, sensually spreading oil on his toned, almost naked, body. The small thong couldn't fight against this, he was now once again fully erect and there was a nearly three inches gap at the top of it where the pressure of his hard dick was stopping it from staying on his waist.

John wasn't thinking about that though, there was little he could think about right now. He had his face a few inches away from her divine pair of tits, her glorious orbs moving freely as she massaged him with oil, with only her nipples hidden by small pieces of fabric, barely half the size of the palm of his hand each.

Lost in these thoughts he hadn't noticed that June had already covered the top of his body with oil.

"There, this is done. Time to do the rest!" she told him. She lifted herself from him and in a gracious move turned on herself, sitting back on his chest, her round ass really close to his face. She was looking down at the lower half of his body....