Chapter #3Veronica by: Unknown So you're sitting in school, waiting for a long week to end. You've had it rough lately; you're not doing as well in class as you should be. It's hard to focus on school work, especially in this class--Ms. Holsten's class. In any other class, you'd be looking at the clock; but, for this one, you're watching your teacher in the front of the room, as is every other red-blooded male in the area. She is a relatively new teacher--25 years old, with long, dark hair well past her shoulders and cream-colored skin, along with one of the most full and beautiful smiles a man could ever see. Her breasts are wonderfully full, and the plunging neck-line of her thin white blouse leaves relatively little to the imagination. Farther down, she's got a wide set of hips and an nice, full, and round ass fitted snugly within a pair of dark pants.
She's wonderfully hot, but she's also a wonderful person, and she's agreed to help you try to get your grades up...although she can much more easily raise another part of your anatomy that is in no way connected to your GPA. Still, she's made an appointment with you today after class to look over some of your work with you, and you're glad to have the help, as well as to be alone with her. Finally, the bell rings, and you watch from your seat toward the front of the class as all your classmates file out of the door, your friend Jimmy giving you a wink on the way by, sort of wishing you luck...as if anything could happen between you and Ms. Holsten. You stay seated, and a few seconds after everyone else has left, Holsten looks up at you from some paperwork she is doing. "Can I help you with something, Timothy?" she asks politely. A little suprised, you respond, "Aaahhhh...yeah....remember we had an appointment today? You were going to help me with a couple of my papers?" Ms. Holsten pauses, cocking her head in puzzlement, the stands up and heads in your direction, "Well," she begins, "I'll be glad to help you, but I must say I don't remember making an appointment."
"I do," says a voice from behind Ms. Holsten. It's Veronica, and she's apparently snuck back into the room quietly while you were staring at Ms. Holsten and she was doing paperwork. Veronica's got on her geeky green flanel skirt and a thick, bright yellow sweater, along with glasses so thick they could probably pick up cable. Right now, she looks a bit more unhinged than usual. Before anyone can do anything, Veronica grabs your teacher by the shoulders and flings her over into the chair she was just in. "Aaahhh, Veronica, what are you doing?!" she protests as the chair rolls back into the wall behind Ms. Holsten's desk, causing Holsten quite a jolt as she bangs her head. "Just SHUT UP!" Veronica screams as she runs over to the bewildered and dissoriented teacher, then.....then she sits in her lap.
Then you nearly fall out of your chair as you watch Veronica start to merge with Ms. Holsten. Almost as if she were being sucked in by a vaccuum, Veronica's body became insubstantial and seemed to force its way through every pore in Ms. Holsten's frame. Your teacher struggled, grunting and making short, jerky movements...sort of like muscle spasms. Then it all stopped. Ms. Holsten's body went limp, almost as if she had passed out drunk in her chair, her dark hair covering her face. Where had Veronica gone?
Very slowly, you push your chair out, and with jello-like legs, you make your way to the front of the room. Just a couple feet from your teacher, you nervously ask, "Ms. ....Ms. Holsten, are you all right?" Suddenly, her head jolts upward. She's got a kind of deranged smile on her face. "Sorry, Timmy-boy," she says as she stands up and begins to run her manicured hands over the curves of her body, cupping her generous breasts and giving her own ass a good slap, "Ms. Holsten's not home at the moment." She grins from ear to ear and begins to sashe, wide hips swinging about, toward you.
You back up in fear, "but....but....Veronica?" you ask in disbelief. "Bingo!" she says, jumping up and down and causing her body to jiggle. "But....but how?" you ask. "I'm not sure," Veronica says, "but I just know I can wear this bitch's body for as long as I want, and what a body it is!" she says, caressing herself. "And now," she says as she closes the gap between the two of you, "we can be together."
Suddenly she grabs you, pulling you close up against her ample breasts and into a passionate kiss. She raps one of her legs around your waist and pulls one of your arms around, forcing you to grab her ample ass. Needless to say, your dick is standing at attention.
But, on the other hand, is this a good idea?
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