Jenny Versus Owen

Author: Gao

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Summary: Jenny substitutes as Owen's teacher. With his help, she winds up giving a lesson in Anatomy..

Owen stared out the window and drummed his pencil against the desk. He was not looking forward to today - his class was taking the State Comprehension test. Tedious, mind-numbing tests that demanded very little intelligence and a Number 2 pencil. Six hours trapped in his hoomeroom. There wasn't even a cute girl in the room to at least test his budding powers on. But something did seem amiss- everyone was milling around, waiting for Mr. Bilker so show up. He was already 10 minutes late - unusual for the punctual math teacher.

Suddenly a tall blonde women stumbled into the room, carrying test booklets up to her chin. She set the booklets down on the desk and composed herself. Owen's eyes widened - the paperwork had been concealing a firm and impressive set of breasts, wrapped in snug but heavy blue turtleneck sweater. They rose and fell steadily as she tried to catch her breath. She was also wearing a blue floral skirt, loose but floor length, which curved out gently at her shapely hips. She introduced herself as "Jenny", and explained that Mr. Bilker was sick, and that she would sub for him during the test. Owen smiled. Perhaps today would be a good day after all.

While Jenny was writing the test instructions on the chalkboard, Owen could help but notice the way she shifted her weight back and forth, thrusting each hip out. Or the soft bulge of her full ass underneath the draping skirt. She had a weird, subtle sexiness about her, too. Sort of naive. Like she would eat a popsicle in a room full of men and have no idea what she was doing. While watching her ass wiggle, Owen decided to give a little "feel" to see what he had to work with. A sturdy bra with wide straps, full cups, and several hooks. Satin panties, a conservative cut, but slightly loose. Owen gave a slight tug, and watched through her skirt as the elastic slid down an inch or so.

Jenny paused in her writing and looked down. Owen waited until she continued writing to give another tug. Several inches this time. Halfway over her ass. She paused again, but Owen decided to go for broke. There was a brief ripple in her skirt and the panties slid free of her ass and glided quickly down her thighs. Jenny quickly clamped her knees together to catch her underwear. The thin fabric of her skirt settled into the crack of her now-naked ass. She quickly finished the rest of the directions and tried to waddle back to her desk as nonchalantly as possble.

While everyone began the test, Owen watched as she slipped the panties off her shoes and stuffed them in her purse. Yellow panties. He would have never guessed.

Owen tried to concentrate on the test for a little while, but it was just no use. He peeked up at Jenny. Even as she leaned back in Mr. Bilker's chair, her large breasts bulged up and out in complete disregard for the laws of gravity.

Owen decided it was time for round 2, and gently unhooked her bra. Her eyes opened wide, and her breasts settled visibly. She crossed her arms and looked around the class- everyone, including Owen, seemed busy with the test. Jenny tried to reach back under her sweater to grasp at the hooks, but doing so pulled the sweater up and revealed several inches of pale belly. So instead she reached back and tried to work the hooks through the sweater. She fumbled with the thick material before Owen decided to intercede. He guided the hooks, not to each other, but into the soft fabric of the sweater. He wrapped the yarn into the hooks so they would hold tight.

Jenny felt the hooks catch, and believed everything was okay. Owen could already feel the tension beginning to unknit the heavy sweater. He gave the fabric just the tiniest bit of help, and noticed the sweat did seem to be slightly looser. Jenny dug a book out of her purse, and Owen decided to give her a break while he chewed through more of the test.

About a half hour later, Jenny stoad up and announced the end of the first part. She started writing the instructions for the second part. Owen could see a very visible patch of white skin in the back of her sweater, where the hooks were pulling it apart. He also marveled at how great her bare ass looked under the thin veil of her floral skirt. Everyone began the second part, and Jenny returned to the desk. She had her legs tightly crossed, and was reading some trashy romance novel. "Pirates of a Burning Heart" or some crap like that. Owen wondered if books like that really turned women on. If they did, it would seem to be a risky thing to read one in front of a class of horny teenage boys in a thin skirt and no panties. Jenny uncrossed and recrossed her legs. Owen thought about her soft vagina pressed against the flimsy material, maybe slightly damp for a particularly good chapter. Owen had seen plenty of bare pussies, escpecially since his powers developed last year, but he had never actually touched one. Owen sat there pondering Jenny's private parts, oblivious to the bulge in his jeans or to the way his thumb traced the tip of his eraser. Jenny shifted around in her seat. Owen couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like her nipples were erect and poking out from her sweater. Again she uncrossed her legs, and Owen continued to thumb his eraser, unaware of how his powers were reacting. Jenny's cheeks were growing flushed.

She pushed her left hand into her lap, palm down, as if trying to prevent someone from looking up her skirt. She started breathing out of her mouth, and her lips were red and swollen. Owen watched her press her crotch, and wondered if she ever masturbated to those books, or even that one in particluar. He poked at his chin with the eraser, moving it in tiny circles. Jenny still had the book open, but her eyes were closed. She crossed her legs again, and squirmed her tush back and forth. There was a thin layer of sweat on her brow. She looked up at the clock with an anxious, pleading expression. Still half an hour for this part of the test.

A slight moan slipped from her lips, and cut the silence of the classroom. Several students looked up at her. She excused herself and covered her mouth with a trembling hand. Her voice was shakey and nervous. Her sweater was loosening. By now, Owen could make out tiny spots of skin and bra peeking through gaps in the knit. But Jenny hadn't noticed. By now she put her book aside. Her hips were squirming against the seat, and she held to the desk, white-knuckled. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her lower lip was quivering. Owen loved the way she moved her body. His eraser was now worn to a glossy sheen.

Suddenly Mr Gurnstein, the principal, walked into the classroom with some paperwork.

Jenny stood to greet him, or at least tried too. Her knees buckled wildly, and she could only make it halfway up. Owen could hear her gasping as she clung to the desk and thrust her butt out behind her. And then Owen noticed it - two lily patches of flesh appearing on either hip, between her skirt and sweater. He looked down and saw the toe of her shoe catching the hem of her skirt. He hadn't done that! Could a women so sweetly charming and graceful really be that clumsy?

Unaware of her caught skirt, Jenny seemed to steel herself for a moment and then stood upright. Her knees buckled and gave under her full weight, and she fell against Mr Gurnstein, clutching at his lapels. The elastic waistband of the floral skirt slid over the full roundness of her ass and quickly slipped off her shapely pale thighs and calves. The entire classrom was treated to a view of a narrow thatch or true blond hair and a white fleshy ass, that quivered with Jenny's own private and humiliating ecstacy. She gazed up at Mr Gurnstein, wide-eyed and pleading as her body suddenly quaked and jiggled for several seconds. She let out a long, breathy squeal, and Mr Gurnstein could only stare back, shocked and bewildered.

Finally, Jenny composed herself enough to notice her own nudity. Several boys in the class had already begun cheering and clapping. Jenny jumped away from the principal and pulled her navy sweater down over her well-groomed pussy. She covered herself, but only for a second - the sweater quickly unraveled. First exposing her shoulders, the yarn seemed to dissolve in her hands. She kept one hand thrust in her crotch while the other tried to cover her generous ass, hoping her sturdy white bra would help maintain some of her dignity. But as her sweater unspooled, her bra too seemed to melt from her body. First the cups slackened from the lush breasts, and then the straps slipped from her shoulders.

The heavy cotton cups flicked her erect nipples as they slipped away, causing her breasts to quiver ever so slightly. She cried aloud in embarrassment as her bra and unmade sweater scattered to the floor. She dove for her skirt, but found the hem caught under the leg of the desk (that Owen DID do!). She tugged at it with both hands, leaving her bare tits to swing and bounce wildly. Her face was flushed red with humiliation. And with a hearty pull, she ripped apart her skirt, leaving her with only the waistband and a few skimpy inches of material.

By now Mr Gurnstein had recovered from the sight of a beautiful nude woman in one of his classrooms. He shouted for order, and wrapped his sports jacket over Jenny's luminous body. He led Jenny from the room, her face buried in her hands, her knees still weak and rubbery. And as she was led from the room, no one could help but notice that short Mr Gurnstein's coat failed to cover so much of Jenny's full behind.

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