Episode 372: LEATHER BOA

Mavis Hale had been smiling all morning. Even if it was a rainy day and dreary outdoors, she had more than enough cheeriness to dispel the nasty weather. Recalling how she had let herself go for the outdoor massage yesterday on the roof of Horton-Dexter with Piper Cherry and a couple of other teachers it kept her mind racing.

The Boston Loggers were certainly worth every penny Piper paid them. They even gave them an extra bit of effort by charging into their classrooms and savagely fucking them in front of their students. Learning that Piper had nothing to do with that part she had her sneaky suspicions as to whom it might have been behind it.

A few weeks ago, Mavis might have needed therapy. But now, with Watchtower and her own husband David encouraging bad behavior she was trying harder to open up to such an environment. Knowing how many laws she was breaking had her spooked, but a sworn oath by Watchtower to safeguard she and her family did help calm her fears.

Her early morning romp with the vending machine attendant Special Ed had her sparkling. He was every bit as energetic as both her husband and her other lover Buddy Coleman. Truth be told she couldn’t wait to see Buddy and Ed again. “Hmm! Threesome next time? With David watching us. Oh, my God!” Finger fans in use she was warm all over.

No Logger massage today, she simply let her hormones take charge for once and set her thoughts on the hunky Special Ed. He could almost be John Cena’s twin brother, minus the Dumbo ears. “PIECETAKER!” Snickering she mocked the actor’s silly TV series Peacemaker while headed upstairs from lunch hour. She had secretly admired the guy for a long while now but being married to a Nashville Police Detective she had succumbed to just being the model wife and mother up until Buddy Coleman. Now Watchtower!

With Watchtower backing her however, she was going to start living again. Well, unless they forced her to do things she really didn’t want to do. Deep down she already felt that pressure. Angus Furlong and Toby Mellon had coaxed her along pretty well yesterday in exposing her body. The Logger Andre Bass hammering her on her desk only helped convince her she could do anything.

“Maybe it is time I test my nerves.”

Feeling free for the first time in ten years Mavis even let her legs out. Dress shopping with Piper and a long talk sent her back to her college days. Now that she had gotten a refresher course in economics, which ironically, she taught, Mavis was no longer going to sell herself short.

She was a tall bitch at 6’2 and muscularly toned in nature if not a bit pudgy due to birthing three children. Up until two days ago her choice of hair style often resulted in the nickname Viking Goddess. Taking out her braids she realized over lunch how much she missed them. In mentioning it her fellow teachers Mimi Alexander and Marci VanCamp volunteered to braid her. The Viking Goddess was back if not for a day. She again wore albeit sloppily tangled twin pigtails that went down past her shoulders, preventing her long thick mane from hiding a stunning neckline and an even more remarkable pair of well-poised melons.

Cleavage shared and extremely turbulent in taking the stairs, she enjoyed the plethora of sexy if not perverted compliments. Some more vocal than others the students pretty much titty-fucked her in their minds. Motorboating a close second! Going feminine in a much stronger fashion the last three days they tended to vocalize their frustrations off on her chest. Wearing her snakeskin dress even those coming upstairs behind Mavis enjoyed her serpentine attire coiling higher until almost her entire ass was hanging out.

Entering her classroom to a number of already attending students she found her assaults in-house and at the door waiting. Namely, Angus Furlong fresh from his ordeal downstairs with Dakota McKellen and his Cock Flock--er--Jock Flock.

“Damn, Mavis! Nice rack!”

“Nice cunt!” Another student ducked his head through the door just for added measure.

“Go to class, Darrow. I don’t need a fender bender.” She pointed at Darrow Foxworth. “But thank you!”

“Just saying! VAVAVOOM! Spanky Panky!” He made a swatting motion toward her butt then darted off. With her back turned to Angus he purposely lifted her serpentine skirt and finished the job, actually slapping her ass. Shrieking over the impact she pivoted with a sneer. Looking smug Furlong showed her his palm as if ready to do it again.

“I suppose I deserved that. Darrow witnessed me with that Logger yesterday. I’ve been hearing dirty comments all morning. Anyway, you’re early today. Any particular reason?” She walked backwards around him to avoid another sting. Pointing at he and the other students to stay away she stood behind her desk leaning forward slightly in an intentional bulge of swelling breasts. Everyone now in front of her she flipped her tongue out at them. “Where were we?”

“Here and now! Some of my posse saw you over lunch getting your hair done. I’m glad you brought the braids back.”

“I like her better with her hair down for that wild look.” Stan Rutherford of the Nerd Herd spoke up. “ROOOWWWR!” He made a geeky roaring noise and clawed at her. Shockingly, everyone laughed with him, not at him. Mavis winked and clawed back with a blown kiss.

“I’ll go back and forth on this. I like braids too, but it gets tiring. Did you hear about Piper wearing only a towel?”

“Video to prove it.” He wiggled his cell. “Just like I knew you were on your way up.” He pulled up a short video of Mavis wiggling down the hallway her ass cheeks slipping out constantly, then her beginning ascent up the staircase. That shot showed off her labia from behind. “Lip sink battle!” Sync even!

“Someone had their phone right up there. How did I miss that?” She giggled! “I guess I better get used to that type of mischief.”

“Yep!” He showed her his palm again. “Get used to this too.”

“If I must!” She playfully rolled her eyes as the rest of her class began circulating in.

“You’ve definitely got some bounce in your step, Momma.”

“By bounce, I presume you mean the ladies?” She lowered her chin to peer down at her cleavage. “These dresses make it hard to keep them in.”

“So, don’t! Let the hand maidens do their thing. I’d park my longboat up between those.”

“Are you sexually harassing me, Mister Furlong?”

“I am indeed! Got a problem with that Hale?”

“I suppose not. I must admit wearing a dress three days in a row is uncommon for me but I’m glad I did. I suppose everyone got what they wanted. My husband won’t let me wear pants to school again. I’ve spoiled David as much as you people.”

“We’re just as glad you did. If you want to get mad at me, any of us, you can, but we’re speaking our minds from here on out. You rock that Boa Constrictor, Mavis. Zebra and the Tiger stripe too. You’re an animal, Babe!”

“You think?” She turned sideways behind her desk and primped at her skirt. He in turn stepped around to see her long muscular legs up to vagina level. “How much shorter do you think I could go and not look slutty?”

“Stretch!” He motioned her to rise. Peaking her brow, she rose up on her toes as he stared at her hips. Crouching at her feet he used both hands to draw her skirt up higher until her entire vagina was boldly exposed. As she glared down at him, she grew wet watching him lift the hemline over her bikini area. Holding her breath even after hearing mumbles from her class he smirked and continued lifting that skirt until her belly button exposed. “Right about there would be perfect.” The hem was now up over the top of her desk, so her students easily noticed her lovely flesh.

“Let me guess. You intend to abuse me like you did yesterday. No sales point reports today to play off of.”

“Although!” He lifted a finger and intentionally tapped his fingerprint over her clit. Shockwaves instantly! Lowering her heels his finger literally lifted her hood. “I did jokingly mention a massage today. You should let us pamper you, it is Friday.”

“Intriguing thought! Let me think about it. Yesterday has me shaken a bit.”

“Cleavage should be lower too. Mind if I suggest something more?” He stood up but licked his index finger of her juiciness. “Tastes just as yummy as when I ate you out.” Whispered, she flared her eyes. “You did like that, didn’t you?”

“You know darn well I did. Evil Quarterback!”

“That’s me!”

“What’s this suggestion?” At 6’2, 6’4 on heels she towered over Furlong’s 5’7 by 9 inches. With both hands he delicately pinched her dress covering her bosom. With no straps to hold her dress up she trembled suspecting where this suggestion and her dress were going. Slowly peeling the snakeskin down her areolas popped out, then her entire breasts toppled free. “I just knew you were going to do that.”

“If you’re going to wear a snake it might as well shed its skin around you.” He literally pulled her dress until the tight-fitting skirt and the upper hem met. “I got this idea from Reese Teller using his belt on Josie.” That very same belt Teller was abusing Josie within her own class this very second. Along with four other belts. Yup! Bound to her desk and fucked over it. Gangbang style! Josie’s day was only beginning. Line ‘em up, Boys!

“Now you’re wearing a belt.”

He guided her to face the class. No words spoken everyone from Toby Mellon to Dorethea Baker to Tawny Martin had their thumbs up praising her. “See how easy that was? Your fans worship you.” Antoine Boss went so far as to prompt others into a flurry of erect thumbs. “Every erection in the house. The ladies can suck their thumbs. Then us!” He grinned! “Be proud of your body, Mavis. You may think you need to firm up more, but I swear to you there isn’t a guy in this school who thinks this body isn’t hot.”

Sighing she looked up at the security camera poised down at them. A tiny light on top switched colors. Watchtower definitely approved. “You’re right! If I don’t push myself, I’ll never gain the confidence you have in me. If Josie, Mimi, and JJ can do this, I can.” Nudging him back she left her Boa belt where it was but tucked it together tighter, so it didn’t slip. She then walked around her desk to perform a 360 in front of everyone. Throwing her arms up over her head Mavis shook her titties. “Call me, Sidewinder!” Now the cheering began!

Quieting them down she motioned Angus to join her. With a smug look he moved beside her hip to hip and put his arm around her waist. “Alright! I hope everyone is happy.”

“Can I strip too?” Tawny giggled!

“Another time! Let me be the center of attention.”

“Yea, Martin, you lost your clothes at PE. From what I hear all our lovely Swallowers are stooping to your level.” Angus chuckled at the cheerleader! “Not that they weren’t already. Let’s grant Mavis her wishes, our fantasies.” Shaking her head at him Mavis patted his cheek then kissed it. He almost blushed but didn’t want to lose face.

“Let’s skip my lesson plan today and talk about what occurred yesterday.” While she spoke, Angus reached up and played with her nipple until she became ticklish. “Stop that! You can squeeze her just, I get ticklish.” Palming her monster melon, he let her continue as he gently played with it. “This class missed the show.”

“No, we didn’t!” Toby lifted his cellphone. “Come on, Mrs. Hale, everything that goes on here in school ends up on Disgracebook.” A special Watchtower version of Facebook that fed off the internet version like a remora tagging along on a shark. Any city that Watchtower had power over shared it with its residents until someone objected then the program simply disappeared to protect their interests. The best hackers in the world were employed by one Barker Raynes and his council of crooks.

“Oh, God! Show me!”

Toby left his seat and moved to the opposite side of Mavis and handed her his cellphone. Palming her ass with his right hand he used his left to point at certain recent videos. “Here! This is your Logger visit yesterday. You have over a million hits.” Playing it she watched multiple short videos of her being manhandled on top of her desk by Andre Bass. Her screams of pleasure ignited a firestorm. “Sexy as fuck, Mavis!”

“Am I the only teacher from here on there?”

“Hell no!” Antoine stood up with his own phone and joined them. Standing behind her he reached around with his cell to show video of Mimi Alexander eating out Chandra Mahkarti in the cafeteria. During it cafeteria server Charmaine Jackson jumped up on a table and was booty shaking in only an apron.

“I did hear about this. Chandra seemed fine over lunch.”

“Scroll left!” Antoine said as he too played with her ass. Three boys fondling her at once had her pussy on fire. Doing as he suggested she watched Logger Danny Boy Boyce destroying Mimi in her art class then in the hallway.

Toby did his own scrolling while Mavis held his cell, inevitably showing her Josie being tied up from the basketball hoop and tortured by the basketball team with dildos, a vibrating wand, then Reese Teller’s belt. “When was this?” She dropped her jaw.

“This morning before everyone got here.” Angus filled her in. “Josie is huge on Disgracebook. I bet even she doesn’t even know how much she’s being recorded.” Oh, she had an idea but didn’t care. Luckily, her husband Henry was blocked by Watchtower even if he did venture in to look. “The roof of a school bus was one of her best. She fucked a bus driver in our bus barn.”

“Goodness!”

Feeling bold Antoine took his phone back then knelt behind her while she was busy. Toby shared another insane video of just last night at River Rats with Piper Cherry and Maya Trinidad. Both sluts were totally naked lap dancing on two team members of the Tennessee Titans in front of a bar full of patrons.

“Who’s the brunette with Piper?”

“This is Maya! Marquette Pep Squad coach.” Antoine reached between Mav’s legs, his forearm touching her labium as he poised the screen upward. Shrieking slightly, she parted her massive melons to effectively look down to see Maya Trinidad getting gangbanged in her own Marquette locker room. Over two dozen students had her contorted in all sorts of angles fucking literally every hole she possessed.