| State of Affairs, Chapter 8 Ms. Mayo's house sat back in the middle of a large country lot surrounded by old growth trees. Terry assumed upon entering that she and Ms. Mayo were the first to arrive since there were no signs of her other classmates. "Just put your bag next to the couch Terry and have a seat." Ms. Mayo said as she closely followed her young love interest into the living room. The scent of Ms. Mayo's seductive perfume hung heavy in the air and quickly engulfed Terry's senses as she entered the large living room. Her first impression was one of surprise as it became evident that her teacher must be well off. From the rich hardwood floors to the lavishly decorated walls and expensive furniture Ms. Mayo had impeccable taste. Several over-stuffed chairs and a comfortable couch sat in the middle of the room atop an expensive looking persian rug. The focal point of the room was the Victorian style fireplace with its large custom carved wooden mantle. Most surprising to Terry however was a large ornately framed portrait of a beautiful young asian girl hung just above the mantle that demanded Terry's attention. "Who is the girl in that picture?" Terry nervously asked as her teacher sat down close to her. "That's my niece Mika, you'll get to meet her later, she's visiting for the holidays." Ms. Mayo watched with some amusement how every emotion her young conquest was experiencing played out on her face. Even now as Terry gazed up at the portrait of her gorgeous niece Mika, she could tell exactly what the naive girl was thinking. At first Terry felt intimidated by the beautiful raven haired asian woman staring down at her. She looked to be older than Terry perhaps in her mid 20's. Her olive skin was flawless. Her long, black hair cascaded down from the top of her head then split into two long silky tails that laid against her breasts stopping just short of her waist. She was dressed in a traditional red Chinese silk robe that covered her entire body only revealing a tiny portion of her neck. Her body appeared to be petite and she could tell by her delicate hands and well manicured nails that Mika was meticulous about her looks. The more Terry studied the young woman's portrait the more she returned her gaze to Mika's eyes. Cruel and domineering, her eyes pierced straight through to Terry's soul sparking involuntary shivers down her spine. Terry knew almost by instinct that this alluring delicate woman was dangerous. "She's very pretty, isn't she?" Ms. Mayo said, her soft hypnotic voice drifting through the fog of Terry's concentration. "Just look at Mika's gorgeous mouth and those luscious plump lips. Are you wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips?" She whispered into Terry's ear. The mature teachers seductive imagery quickly became a source of torment for Terry as another wave of moisture began drooling past her inflamed labia and pooling between her already sticky thighs. She knew with growing desperation that the unmistakable odor of her secretions would soon betray her hidden shame. "You look a little uncomfortable, would you like something to drink?" Ms. Mayo asked. "I picked up a couple of bottles of white wine at the farmers market I think you might like." Terry looked visibly conflicted as she battled to clear her mind and focus on her teachers request. She needed some excuse to separate herself away from her teacher before the embarrassing odor became a problem. As if that dilemma wasn't enough, she was now being asked to break one of her promises to her faith by accepting and consuming an alcoholic beverage. What if her mother found out,or her pastor,she could only imagine the disappointment and shame that would cause her. The look of fear and indecision on Terry's face was thrilling to the mature teacher. She knew her request would force the young girl into another moral crisis. The depth of control she was gaining over Terry took her body to new heights of erotic pleasure as she savored the opportunity to chip away at Terry's sanitized upbringing. "It's just wine, Terry, no one will know but us, and besides don't you want to relax and have a little fun for a change?" Ms. Mayo whispered as she draped her arm over Terry's shoulders pulling the reluctant young teen in close. "Mmmm you smell so nice tonight, is that a new perfume your wearing?" Ms. Mayo whispered as she nuzzled Terry's neck slowly tracing her sticky red lips up and down the length of her soft sensitive skin. "Ok ... OK ... that drink sounds good I guess." Terry stuttered as the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up in response to her teachers butterfly kisses. Her teacher's assault on one of Terry's most sensitive areas was making it next to impossible for the young teen to concentrate. "Good," The sultry teacher said as she slowly released control of Terry and seductively wondered into the kitchen. "I'll be right back." Ms. Mayo kept Terry's glass full and her body aroused as she spent the next hour preparing the living room for the other students of her class that she hadn't invited. She wanted Terry all to herself this weekend and never intended to have anyone else over. Unfortunately her brat niece showed up at the last minute bored with life as usual and looking for mischief. She was confident she could keep Mika occupied and away from Terry. All the brat needed was a firm hand some rope and a little tender loving care from her aunt and everything would still work out. Terry was quickly becoming intoxicated from the effects of the strong wine and by the deliberate way Ms. Mayo was flaunting herself in front of her. As if influenced by the effects of some powerful hypnotic drug Terry's moral resolve was melting away. She watched with growing excitement at the spectacle of her teacher seductively exposing her beautiful body as she moved about the room. Sweat dripped down Terry's spine and her lips parted as she began to pant through her mouth at the irresistible sight of her teachers tight silk blouse and black laced half-bra dancing before her wide open eyes. The shamefully degrading effects of those firm breasts lifting up and out and the sight of her long stiff nipples straining against the material was almost too much for Terry to bare. Ms. Mayo could tell she was having the desired effect on the reluctant teen as the poor girl kept staring at her chest. A bewildered and hopeless expression clouded her face betraying the building lust in her heart. Repeatedly while fluffing the cushions on the couch Ms. Mayo would deliberately brush up against Terry forcing her stiff nipples so close to her face that Terry would noticeably tremble as if she was being threatened by some diabolical instrument of torture. It became obvious to Ms. Mayo that her young student was on the edge of total surrender. Terry was ashamed by her inability to resist leering at her teachers incredible figure. She had been taught her whole life that it was morally wrong and perverted to lust after another women's body, especially in a sexual way, and yet here she was taking every opportunity to entertain her disgusting fascination with Ms. Mayo's sensual display. Ms. Mayo continued to toy with her young students emotions. She methodically went out of her way to titillate and tease Terry as she pranced around her living room purposely fanning the flames of the young teens passions and keeping her at the brink of crisis. Never once did she allow Terry to catch her breath or give her any opportunity to cool down from the sexual frustration that she was causing the defenseless teen. She ruthlessly played on Terry's bursting sexual desires breaking down her barriers making her weak and defenseless. Strangely Terry could hear the voice of her mother from somewhere deep down begging her to look away before it was too late. But her alcohol induced state and weakened moral fiber were no match for what was taking place right before her eyes. Reluctantly Terry allowed her eyes to betray her and devour every curve and every inch of exposed skin that paraded in front of her. A fleeting last gasp of anger and rebellion welled up inside her as she wrestled with her lack of self control. But even the strongest emotions of her moral outrage began slipping away as her thoughts twisted into demented visions of herself making love to her teachers beautiful body.
- End Chapter 8 - Ronk. Comments are very much appreciated! |