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Archive name: Power22.txt
Authors name: Caesar
Story Title : Disabled powers
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Disabled Powers - Chapter XXII
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by Caesar, c1994
School held few delights to the disabled young man.
He attended "nomal" classes with others his own
age, and often felt the looks and heard the words of
his weakness. The wheelchair. Claudia
accompanied him about school as he finalized his
class schedual and did the usual paperwork. Yet she
could not attend his classes, being a grade beneath
him. So the young man was left to his own devices.
Twice he maliciously attacked someone, with his
mind, for snide remarks. The first my letting his
sweat pants suddenly drop and expose his jockey
shorts in a busy hallway. The next, by lighting a
guys light jacket on fire, which was quickly put out.
The final class of the day, was pleasant surprise to
him, the teacher who was suppose to be instructing
was replaced by a youthfull and attractive woman by
the name of Miss Weaver. The class was English
Literature, and the subject boring. Yet, just in those
first minutes, he knew that it would prove to be an
interesting class.
Firstly he sent the seed of passion and desire into her
mind, aimed towards him. Then he actually
simulated her sexually as well as mentally. Several
of the guys about him whispered about her pointing
nipples and constant leg crossing.
Miss Weaver could barely take her eyes off Sport,
and when she did, could feel a shiver of sexual
passion run through her. At first she passed it off as
the late summer heat, then she honestly became
worried when she felt her panties almost dripping
with her sexual discharge, afraid that it would slide
down her bare legs and be visible to all her students.
The moments were passing excrusiatingly slowly as
she could not wait for the clock to announce the end
of the class.
Sport browsed her thoughts and memories, learning
much about the woman behind the name. For one,
she had a long standing boyfriend whom she lived
with for the last two years. Another, was he was her
first, she had kept herself for marriage, but
eventually her own desires and the lengthy wait
forced her actions and she succumbed to the
throbbing manhood of her boyfriend. Sport learned
that she was a conservative lover, that both she and
her boyfriend only did it with him on top; the
missionary position. She thought of oral sex as
disgusting, and was ashamed of her own body. In
fact she has only had an orgasm three times in her
life. Miss Weaver earnestly went to church, but hid
her sinfull domestic life from everyone who knew
her.
She was a wonderful creation of contrasts. Her
beauty hidden behind a bun in her hair and droopy
drab clothing, yet take off the glasses and give her
the appropriate attire, she would look very desirable.
If not down right beautiful.
While the hour went slowly for Miss Weaver, it went
incredibly fast for Sport. The class bell startled him,
and broke the link he had with his instructors mind.
"Bye Miss Weaver", he said as he rolled himself out
of the class. She could do nothing but watch him
go, ashamed of herself for her performance and lack
of self control.
In the hallway, Traci met her young charge at his
new locker. They exchanged pleasantries and a
chaste kiss while the youth collected his things. Miss
Weaver was walking down the hallway to the staff
lounge, and almost went the other way when she saw
the young man; so unsure of herself and her body
that she didn't want to face the reasons that Sport
excited her so much. "Hello again Miss Weaver."
"Hi Sport", she looked up into the jealous eyes of a
beautiful young woman who had her hand placed
possessively upon the youth's shoulder, and felt a
strange jealously of her own.
"Would you like to come over for supper some
evening?" It seemed an innocent question, if not out
of place.
Before even thinking about it she blurted, "I would
love too!" She was amazed at her own words yet
asked, "When would be convenient?"
"This Saturday would be great." She nodded.
"Bring a bikini, we have a large swimming pool."
She nodded again, but was wondering how she could
be so unconcerned about her boyfriend, whom she
would not tell about her dinner date, and why Sport
had even asked her for supper. Perhaps it was about
English Literature?
Miss Weaver felt her knees grow weak and knew she
had to leave or her facaulties would disintergrate
while being about the young man. She wondered if
he knew the effect he had upon her, and wondered if
that was the reason for the invitation. Going to his
home would be unethical and would be looked down
upon by her peers, but she was determined to go.
"I...I have to go." She quickly turned and almost ran
back to her small cubby-hole of an office, then
closed the door. Without control she sat in her chair
and placed both her knees on either arm rest, her
legs spread wide exposing herself under the
conservative skirt. Frantically she pulled aside her
panties, suddenly hating the thing, and began to
manipulate her wet cunt. Even by herself she talked
to herself, "fucking wet...wiggle it harder", and when
her thoughts imagined herself being Sport's ancient
Roman slave, "...punish me master...cum in my
mouth...whip me..." Unexpectadly, Miss Weaver
came in a torrent of emotions and a gush of sexual
liquid which coated her hands and thighs.
The young school teacher was exhausted and just sat
amazed at herself while she recovered. Never had
she don't such things, nor said those words. And the
thoughts that she fantasized about as she
masturbated were totally foreign to her, she never
thought she had those desires. A part of her was
disgusted, another was still turned on. Her vagina
was still tingling, so she cupped it with both hands
and squeesed her sex lovingly, hardly waiting for the
weekend.