Archive-name: Control/imaginat.txt
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Archive-title: Imagination


   Up in front of the class, the teacher droned on mercilessly.  As a result,
Jim felt his concentration slowly slip away from him, drawing him into a realm
of daydream and fantasy.  leaning on his arm had become a deadly risk,
considering he had fallen asleep more than once.  Even so, his eyelids
started to increase in weight, and it seemed a sysiphean task to keep them
open.
   Suddenly, a hand slapped down on his desk, and Jim jumped awake. Looking
up, he saw his teacher leering down at him.  A beautiful woman, but much
too uptight.  This time, Jim couldn't see the attractiveness of the student
teacher, simply because he felt so foolish, and his embarrassment flushed
his face, eventually turning into anger.
   Shifting his weight, he watched as she moved on around the classroom.  He
scanned the room, looking for people who he knew would be laughing at him.
He was a personable guy, but one who normally took occasional ribbing from
both faculty and students. In fact, there was one grinning impishly at him.
Sarah.  It figured.  And over in the other corner, Tina.  Sheesh!
   Leaning down on his palm once more, he quickly sat up straight, lest
he accidentally fall asleep once more.  Instead, he began fantasizing about the
various women in the room.  Due to the fact that the room was split in half
with the students facing each other, he had ample opportunity to gaze at
some of the young women's legs.  A smile crept up on his lips, as he tried
to sneak peeks up their miniskirts without getting caught.
   This seemed to pass the time well, and he began thinking about what may
be hidden underneath the dark shadows.  In his mind, he thought about
nuzzling into that darkness, wondering if whatever girl that he happened to
be looking at was shaved or not.  A glimmer of a smile crept onto his lips as
he imagined them being completley shaven.  He looked up to see who he was
looking at now, and saw that it was Tina.
   Tina had been sitting with her legs crossed, one calf draping down
next to the other, both legs highlighted in black stockings, her high cut
miniskirt giving Jim a pleasant aesthetic view of her thighs.  Jim stared
at her marvelous legs, imagining that he was running his hands all over their
smooothness.  He loved legs, and never tired of watching well defined ones
walk in a sultry style. He had seen tina, and boy could she walk!
   Tina began to move her leg up and down, as if trying to scratch an itch.
Jim paid strict attention, hoping to catch whatever glimpse might come his
way.  His imagination began kicking into overdrive, and he imagined putting
his lips between her thighs, just as she was.  He imagined getting on his
hands and knees, right there, in that classroom, and kissing her dark patch
through her nylons.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought that she
might be clean shaven, and nuzzled her slit with his nose through the
material.
  Tina continued to shuffle in her seat, apparently uncomfortable.  She
continued to brush the hair out of her face, even though it hadn't fallen
there. All this time, Jim continuously hoped that she would uncross her legs,
even briefly.  He began hoping she would switch legs, at which point he
might get to see what was forbidden to him.  However, Tina didn't uncross her
legs.  Instead, she did quite the opposite.  She seemed to be pressing them
together, as if she were in pain, or had to use the bathroom.
   Jim hoped and hoped, but each time grew disappointed and fell back
into the comfort of his imagination.  In his mind, he was showering her
crevice with light kisses, pushing the nylon with his tongue, pulling with
his teeth, feeling her softness with his mouth and tongue, tasting her.  In his
mind, she tasted sweet and inviting.  one of the great things abou imagination,
Jim thought, was that there was plenty of room, and no awkwardness.  He
lapped up his tongue, and ran it up her clit, which had become exposed in
his imagination.
   Suddenly, Tina doubled over, and groaned, clutching her stomach.
Everyone looked at her, with concerned expressions.
   "Tina," the teacher asked.  "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"
   Tina looked up, and shook her dark hair out of her face.  A pained
expression came over her face, and she nodded.  She stood up uneasily, and
walked towards the door.  Jim, concerned at first, was once more mesmerized
by her tantalizing walk, and couldn't help but keep thinking about burying
his face into her.  Her step faltered, and she almost fell, but Jim could
only think about how her ass moved from side to side, and he imagined
caressing it with his hands, pulling her into the reach of his tongue.
   Tina made it out the door, and across the hall into the bathroom.  Jim
began imagining that she wasn't sick, but actually overcome with desire
for Jim's tongue lashing.  He pictured her there in the stall, pulling up her
skirt, not even wasting time to remove it, plunging her fingers inside of
her to relieve the pressure building there.  He imagined her fingers
whisking against her thrusting hips, determined to make herself come. He
imagined thrusting his tongue deep inside her hole, feeling the resistance of
her muscle walls against the sides of his tongue, while she stroked furiously
at her clit.  He wiggled the tip of the tongue as fast as he could imagine
himself going, and he imagined feeling her muscles contract sporadically as
she came violently.
   Soon, Tina came back into the room.  "Are you back to normal now?" the
teacher asked.  Tina stiffened, but smiled and said that yes, she was.
   Tina sat down, and looked better composed.  Jim wasn't finished, however,
and imagined caressing her inner lips extremely slowly with his tongue.
Tina gripped the sides of her chair, and shuddered!  Jim's eyebrows shot up,
shocked.  He imagined licking her again, and she nearly jumped off the
seat.
   He smiled, and looked right at Tina, who had her hands in her lap,
legs crossed, and eyes closed.  The teacher glanced at Tina, but ignored her,
droning on.  Jim looked at her, and had a devilish idea.
   At that point in time, she had her back to the class, writing something
obviously crucial to her students' very survival on the board.  Jim stared
at her shapely, firm behind, and imagined caressing it with both hands.  Not
rudely, but a soft gentle caress.  The teacher whirled around, expecting
someone to be there.
   Jim smiled broadly.  It worked!  He didn't know how, but it worked! For
that matter, who *cared* how it worked?  She glanced around the room
suspiciously, but everyone was still seated, looking at her as if expecting
her to say something.  Instead, she turned back to the board, and immediately
felt the caress on her behind once more.  THinking it was her imagination, she
continued on with the lesson.
   However, the caresses became more persistent, caressing the backs of her
thighs, down around her knees, and back around the front of her legs, up
her abdomen, dipping down between her legs, and back up.  Her concentration
faltered severely, and she lost the idea of what she was saying.  She
rested her wrist upon the dusty blackboard, taking a moment to regain her
thoughts.  Unfortunately, she couldn't do it, for the massive body rub had
moved to her breasts, moving in circular motions rapidly, but not roughly.
She looked down, and nothing was happening.  For a moment, she thought
she was losing her mind.
   Jim was having an enormous amount of fun.  He watched as his teacher
lost all control, and had unconsciously began moving her body slightly to
his "touch."  He watched the other students begin to talk amongst themselves,
wondering what the hell was going on.  As his concentration wavered, hers
reasserted itself.  She began to write the remaineder of the lesson on
the board with renewed vigor.
   Jim snapped back to attention, and decided to pull out all the stops.
He imagined attaching his mouth between her legs, and licking completely
from the top of her slit through to the very top of her crack. He imagined
doing this over and over, increasing his speed until going as fast as only
he could imagine.
   The teacher had completely stopped.  If she had been facing the other
direction, who knows what kind of reaction she would have evoked.  Her
eyes had completely shot open.  Her stance had spread a couple of inches,
keeping her weight evenly distributed on both feet so that she wouldn't
fall.  She felt her behind spread with the unseen pressure, feeling a pleasant
tingling sensation along her entire being.  Jim imagined burying his tongue
deep within his teacher, exploring her inner recesses with the tip.
   Suddenly, Jim got an idea.  Since he was only imagining things, he
imagined that he could reach far within the young woman, "increasing" his
tongue size.  He began to stroke her insides with his tongue, and she felt
her legs give.  Putting her hands back against her desk, she sought to
regain her balance.
   Licking her lips, uncertain of what had overcome her (teaching had never
been *this* good!!), she decided that the best course of action was simply
to dismiss class, which she did, trying unsuccessfully to keep her
voice stable.  In the back of her mind, she heard the class assemble their
belongings, and chairs squeaked back against the tile floor.
   She could not turn around to watch, however.  She found that she had no
desire to do anything other than revel in her enjoyment.  THe massive
tongue inside her flicked back and forth, and her hips began to press against
it automatically.  Suddenly, it began to withdraw, and she looked down,
almost expecting to see an enormous tongue escape her legs.  Then, almost
immediately, it happened.  Something very *large* pressedup against her
hole, and slid inside of her, spreading her far apart.  Somehow, it just
kept coming, although it didn't fill her up as if it were really there.
She just felt the sensation of it entering her, entering her, entering her
continually.  She backed up onto the desk, and spread her legs, cupping her
hands and thrusting them down her skirt.  She felt her slit, and found that it
was still the same size as it had always been, yet the sensation of being split
had not changed.  She was, however, incredibly wet.  Her fingers fell around
her clit, which was totally encompassed now with her wetness.  The massive
intruder (she hesitated to think that anything penile could be that large)
continue to enter her, first inwards, and then outwards.  Her fingers felt
around the tiny bud, stroking it.  Her eyes closed, and she felt her legs
shudder as the familiar feeling of orgasm encompassed her.
   Her mouth opened wide, and she drew in several quick breaths of air,
coming in a high pitched squeak.  She shoved her fingers inside of her on the
onslaught, feeling her muscles grab and twitch at them.  Slowly, she came
down from her high, and withdrew her fingers from her skirt, suddenly
feeling the urge to taste them.  She stuck first one finger into her mouth,
and then sucked on all the rest.
   Wiping her hands on her skirt, she then readjusted her hair, and tried
to control herself.  She turned around, and gasped.  Jim stood there, smiling
demonically, turned, and left the room.
   This was definitely a new talent to be explored!

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