Rachael’s Ascension: Director’s Cut - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10: NEW BEGINNINGS

On Monday, as Mr. Matthews walked into the classroom, all of the female students tittered. He looked like an Abercrombie model on steroids. His smoothly muscled frame, stretching the sleeves and chest of his button-up shirt to the breaking point. Amanda, sitting at her desk in the back, smooth, sexy legs crossed, gazed in surprise at Mr. Matthews’ virile new appearance. Clearly some of Caley had rubbed off on him. That girl must have really done a number on the poor guy, giving him an orgasm powerful enough to change him at a cellular level.

Her eyes flitted toward Chad, a sly smile forming over her lips as she imagined how she might be able to outdo Caley’s efforts on that front.

“Hello, class.” His deep, masculine voice sent shivers down the spines of every girl in class.

She’d had great fun making out with Chad over the weekend, teasing him with tantalizing glimpses of her luscious mortal body and little displays of her superpowers. She liked Chad a lot…

...but God, Mr. Matthews was hot. Her thoughts drifted to what it would be like if she…

Geez, Amanda! Control, remember?! She told herself with a soft giggle, feeling herself becoming turned on by the new body of their virile teacher.

Her gaze, however, was gradually drawn back to Mr. Matthews again and again during class. She eyed his firm, manly lips hungrily, unable to stop her mind from wandering toward what it would be like to taste them. How would it feel to kiss a man like that? Her eyes flashed mischievously. Maybe Chad needed a body a little more delicious to match his gorgeous mind.

Every girl in the room spent the class fidgeting, crossing, and re-crossing their legs as they imagined all the things they wanted to do to score some ‘extra credit’. Caley, in particular, seemed to squirm, casting Amanda a pleading glance more than once, only to have her friend shake her head subtly in answer.

Finally, the bell rang.

As class ended, Caley remained at her desk until the rest of the students had left the room. Amanda, passing by, gave her friend a knowing look and finally a nod, curling a finger as she exited the room. Caley looked shocked, then delighted as her friend gave her the go-ahead, before responding with a Mona Lisa smirk and a quick wink.

As the last student left the room, Amanda paused in the hallway for a moment, willing the door closed and locked, frosting its rectangular window with a light gloss of steam.

Caley rose languidly from her seat and approached Mr. Matthews, his bright eyes finding hers with a curious gaze. As she walked slowly toward him, each leg crossing before the other, the girl’s legs seemed to gain an inch with every step. Thank you, Amanda, she thought, feeling her body change, knowing that the Goddess had restored her final transformation. She could feel the strength and vitality flowing back into her. The feeling was… tantalizing. She drew a shuddering breath as she strode confidently toward her teacher, her enlarging chest straining her top with the inhalation.

Caley knew that she had to be good. Amanda would expect her to be gentle with mortals from now on. The all-powerful blonde was sweet that way.

Mr. Matthews watched Caley’s body transform before his wondering eyes, his body shaking as he half-remembered the girl’s insanely sexy profile from the reptilian core of his memory. He straightened, feeling his body respond to the incredible beauty before him. She was like something from a barely remembered dream, an erotic one from the looks of her. Something in the knotted interior of his stomach told him that perhaps it had been more like a nightmare.

Caley set one cheek of her luscious ass on his hardwood desk, leaning toward him in a breathtaking display of cleavage. He couldn’t help but notice that her ass looked better now than it had when class ended. The girl was becoming more beautiful by the moment!?

He had never allowed himself to be attracted to a student before. Or had he? Something in his hazy memory told him that there may have been a lone exception to that rule.

Caley’s eyes found his with a smolderingly sexy stare. “Yeah. I’m that Caley,” she said, her confidence burgeoning in line with her looks. “And it wasn’t all a dream.”

The teacher’s sense of deja vu turned to terror. He swallowed nervously, half-recalled feelings more than proper memories setting his body on fire. He had done something with her, hadn’t he?

“Remember what you did to me?” A hint of seductiveness colored her breathy voice as she twisted her hips, more of her body looming before the man’s emotion-filled eyes as she slithered over the warming surface of his desk.

“What! I-I think you have it backward! It was more like what you did to me! It’s not like I… I...” Mr. Matthews couldn’t quite remember what had happened, but the words that came tumbling out of his mouth seemed accurate. They seemed true. God, he certainly hoped that they were...

“Oh, please,” said Caley, licking her lips hungrily. “Like you didn’t want me?” Like you couldn’t get enough of me? Like you didn’t want to ravish every inch of the sexiest fucking body on the face of the earth?”

Caley spun on the ever-firming hemispheres of her succulent ass, until her entire body faced him. She smiled as she extended first one lengthening leg, then the other on either armrest of his chair. She tensed the muscles in her legs, cables of muscle emerging from the columns of firm, creamy flesh that were her thighs. Her calves tightened to either side of the man, tight balls of muscle rising under the satin skin of her lower legs, trapping him like a mouse between the paws of a cat.

Mr. Matthew’s gaze rose from her smooth, sexy thighs to her eyes, his lips trembling as he gazed into their mesmeric depths. He lost himself in those eyes, his objections evaporating like steam from boiling water.

Caley slid toward him, her eyes predatory, her knees rising higher in the air, skirt sliding down ever-more-perfect legs until its scant fabric wadded into a tiny crumple on her lap, covering almost nothing.

She removed her feet from the armrests of his chair and kicked off her shoes. She slipped her manicured toes behind him, feeling the strength of his well-muscled back as she slithered her legs around him, the swells of her calves grinding over the ridges of his hard back. She descended from the desk, her body gliding toward him with inhuman grace.

“I liked it, you know,” Caley said, her eyes turning from predatory to demure. “Feeling you inside me.”

As she settled onto the man’s lap, she could feel the tension in his overdeveloped muscles. Raising a single hand, she brushed back his hair with soft fingertips, enjoying the feel of its vibrant strands as they feathered under her gentle touch.

“You’ve always been my fantasy,” she whispered, their gazes still locked, loving the effect she was having on the man as she felt his manhood rising against her inner thighs. “You’ve always been the man I desired.”

Mr. Matthews felt the strength in her powerful legs, knowing that he couldn’t escape their grip even if he wanted to. As he continued to gaze into her breathtaking eyes, however, he discovered that he had no desire to escape. He didn’t care if it wasn’t appropriate. He didn’t care if it might cost him his job. He didn’t care that he was in his classroom, at his desk. He didn’t care about anything but the teen goddess in his lap. Didn’t care about anything but the feel of her silky legs as they glided over his hips.

He never wanted this moment to end.

Caley tightened her grip on her teacher with her superhumanly strong legs, leaning forward until the tips of her erect nipples met the hard muscles of his powerful chest. But she didn’t stop there, crushing the firm softness of her breasts against him, rolling her hips into his, bringing her lips closer to his, then past them. She brushed their pilloy flesh over his cheek before parting them at his ear, her husky voice coming out in a rapsy, needy whisper. “And I’ve never wanted you more than I do at this moment.”

As she withdrew her mouth, her eyes flicked downward, where her nimble fingers were already working at his belt. She watched as he followed her eyes downward, his cock springing from their confinement the moment she tugged down the straining zipper.

Caley smiled hungrily, enjoying the desirous look in her teacher’s eyes as they ascended to once again meet hers. He looked almost afraid. It was appropriate, she decided, given what she intended to do to him.

The teen stunner licked her lips, moistening them with a long, pink tongue, feeling Mr. Matthews shudder with anticipation as eyed him like a cat at a trapped mouse.

Then, her expression changed, even as she began to unbutton his shirt. Her eyes softened, a glimmer of tears expanding over their lower edges.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was barely audible.

“Sorry…?” Mr. Matthews was honestly confused, dizzied by the incongruity of her body language and her words.

“I was...cruel, last time. I was just a little… upset… by your reaction to me. Initially.” Caley confessed, her sapphire eyes closing. “But I’ve been meaning to make it up to you…”

Her eyes opened, searching his as a single tear ran down the flawless skin of her right cheek. “...if you’ll let me…”

Mr. Matthews shuddered, feeling the twin pythons of her sinuous legs tightening and relaxing around him, the warmth of her hips radiating over his groin. Caley’s expression looked almost innocent now, though the smolder of desire still lay within the swirling depths of her eyes.

Mr. Matthews never hesitated. He lunged forward, his lips mashing against hers hungrily. Caley, surprised, momentarily lost control of her superhuman strength, allowing her fingers to dig into his muscles a little too tightly.

As the couple devoured each other’s lips with torrid enthusiasm, Caley felt Mr. Matthews tense in pain. Quickly, she loosened the grip of her clutching fingers, snaking them around his sculpted abdomen to roam the broad expanse of his rippling back.

Caley’s mouth breathed heat into his already burning body as she sucked at his lips, her fragrant hair falling over her face as their oral attention stoked the already raging heat of their mutual desire. Lips and fingers clawed at his body, her hips massaging his until they were swelteringly hot to her touch.

“How… can you… be… so sexy…?” the teacher breathed between kisses, his eyes clenched shut as the young woman atop his quivering body worked him like a marionette.

Caley’s wild eyes flashed darkly as her teacher’s fingers threaded through her inky tresses, teasing it into a savage, silken mass. “I have the best friends in the whole fucking world,” she panted.

With that, she lurched forward, driving the back of the chair to the ground, his aroused form bouncing lightly. Caley lowered her fingertips to his huge, hot, steely erection, pressing each slim digit into his hungry flesh. Caley’s lips descended the man’s tremulous Adam’s apple, her moistened flesh sliding languidly over his gasping throat as she worked him below.

Caley’s mouth continued downward, pressing soft kisses into his taut chest, folds of cloth from his unbuttoned shirt brushing her cheeks as she continued her descent.

Hearing Mr. Matthews’ guttural moans above her, she continued to stroke him, her lips puckering into a moist kiss over the first cobbled brick of his abs. Extending her tongue, she found the groove between his hard muscles, slithering it languidly into the sculpted trench that ran down the center of his upper stomach.

The teacher’s hands clutched at the smooth flesh of her toned back, wadding the tight material of her top into his fingers as his moan grew in both frequency and desperation.

Caley half-smiled, her tongue still tasting the perspiration on the man’s muscular body, snaking over his skin in a long, swooping trail until she neared his massive erection. The girl undulated her body, rising above his member like a cobra preparing to strike. She ran her long tongue over her lips with a dark smile before lowering her mouth to the base of his shaft and extending its steamy surface to his boiling skin. She ran it upward, touching only its tip to his pulsating cock, moving slowly so as to drive him absolutely crazy with desire.

The raven-haired teen pursed her lips as she reached the apex of the man’s quivering member, leaning forward to give it the lightest of kisses. The man’s body reacted as if it had been struck by a bolt of lightning, a whimpering cry escaping his lips as his body went instantly rigid.

Caley blinked in surprise, shocked at just how effective her unpracticed technique was on the man. A single corner of her mouth twitched upward. She couldn’t wait to see what he thought of her next trick. She slipped her full lips over the end of his shaft, feeling the man’s body begin to buck wildly beneath her...

Outside the room, Amanda smiled as all the sensations from Caley’s “apology” to her favorite teacher flowed through her expansive consciousness. With a smirk, she temporarily doubled Caley’s strength, hearing a sudden increase in the volume of the groans coming from behind the door. Caley wouldn’t hurt him, but she was fairly certain the gorgeous hunk wouldn’t be able to walk normally for the next few days.