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"Don't forget that the next homework set is due tomorrow. I'm sure some
of you have yet to start it yet, so I hope you don't have any plans for
tonight, because this one's a long one. Alright, that's all for today,
you're dismissed." Jeorge's last word left Kimburlee Leone's lips in
time with the first tone of the last bell of the day. As her students
collected their books and shuffled out of the classroom, Jeorge settled
behind the math teacher's desk to grade the last few tests from earlier
in the week. A voice took his attention as he uncapped his red pen.
"Mrs. Leone?" Aemii Lister approached the desk her usual sleepy
expression hiding a little spark of excitement behind her thick glasses.
"Is tonight still okay? For that make up assignment you gave me?"
Jeorge smiled, Kimburlee's plump lips spreading comfortingly. "Of
course, I look forward to seeing it," he answered simply. Aemii gave a
smile of relief, thanking him before catching up with her friends waiting
at the door. Jeorge returned his attention to the tests, but found it
was a bit difficult to concentrate. This evening would be amazing, but
he had to make it through this grading and a 'short' staff meeting before
he could even return home and get comfortable.
Thursday was one of their gang's free nights, when they deliberately
avoided making group plans so that everyone was free to indulge their own
pursuits. Jeorge almost dropped the keys opening the front door of the
Leone's 3000 square foot residence in his excitement. The generous abode
was modest in comparison to the many that had been seized from the Old
Regime's political movers, and the Leone's had spent more than most in
imposing their personal style. A fusion of conquering and conquered
cultures danced among the design and decoration. While it was arguably
too big for the married couple alone, it would be a pleasant size to
raise a family in. Not that Jeorge had any intention of letting that
happen, whatever Kimburlee may have wanted.
Inside, the math teacher quickly abandoned her pumps and bag before
wandering upstairs. The master bedroom was dark and Jeorge slipped in
stealthily, padding quietly on stockinged feet. As he crossed the floor,
he stripped out of Kimburlee's blazer and skirt, letting them fall softly
to the hardwood floor until he wore only his lingerie. Daev Leone worked
a night shift Thursday into Friday, as one of the chief engineers at the
New City's electrical power plant. Kimburlee's husband slept soundly in
their four poster bed, but it was soon time for him to start getting
ready for his shift, and that often started with pleasing his wife.
Jeorge slipped under the sheets, snuggling close to Daev, he reached
below, pleased to find morning wood despite the afternoon timestamp.
Stroking it lovingly, Jeorge pressed Kimburlee's lips to Daev's neck,
feeling the sleeping man begin to stir awake at the sensations.
"Good morning, Love," Jeorge whispered as his partner's eyes fluttered
open.
"Good afternoon," Daev chuckled, craning around to kiss his wife. As
Daev grew more awake, their making out intensified. Jeorge lost
Kimburlee's bra, then her panties, Daev his boxers. Bodies shifted and
Jeorge lapped sloppily at Daev's hard member while his partner's tongue
played across Kimburlee's already moist vagina. As excited as he had
been all day, Jeorge did not require much foreplay before he wanted Daev
to shove his cock in Kimburlee's cunt. Rising from Daev's chest, Jeorge
spread Kimburlee's lucious legs, presenting her eager pussy to her lover,
an invitation Daev happily accepted, sliding his manhood into his wife's
womanhood. After playing with a few other positions, Jeorged sensed Daev
increased his pace.
"Ha..ha... Aahhh!" Jeorge panted as Kimburlee orgasmed for the third time.
"Do it inside, I want it inside me!" Daev's wife begged him. "I know
it'll work this time, Love!" She cried out as he came, gushing his seed
inside his partner's voracious pussy. They lay in the afterglow for a
few minutes breathing heavily, before Daev had to start getting ready for
work. Jeorge pretended to sleep as Daev showered and dressed, leaving a
kiss on his wife's forehead before he went downstairs to make dinner.
Taking his turn, Jeorge used the bathroom to freshen up a bit. He left
the bedroom in Kimburlee's favorite casual dress, a light sundress the
color of poppies in full bloom, joining Daev for dinner before seeing him
out for the evening. Jeorge smiled pleasantly as he watched Daev's
departure. Now the fun could begin for real.
He located Kimburlee's bag and her phone within it, sending a text before
leaving it to pack the leftovers from dinner. The tv flickered on and
Jeorge settled down before it to wait. Absently, a hand drifted up to
his chest to play with Kimburlee's double D's for a bit before floating
down to her crotch.
Finally, the door bell rang and Jeorge practically jumped to answer it.
He caught himself just before reaching for the door knob and straightened
out Kimburlee's dress a bit before opening the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Leone! Thanks for agreeing to tutor me. Math's never been one
of my strong suits," Aemii Lister beamed from the other side of the
threshold.
"Oh of course, Miss Lister," Jeorge replied, welcoming the girl inside.
"It would break my heart to have to fail you after knowing how much work
you put it. Let's see if we can direct that drive a bit better perhaps.
By the end of this I hope you'll find that math suits you just fine,"
Jeorge winked as he closed and locked the door behind them and guided
Aemii up to the bedroom.
"I apologize for rushing, but let's get started right away here," Jeorge
suggested excitedly, maintaining pretenses in speech if not in action, as
he quickly dropped Kimburlee's sundress to the floor. Aemii set her bag
by the door with a laugh, and began stripping out of her halter top and
skinny jeans. As he finished removing the sensual math teacher's
underwear, Jeorge continued the crude role play. "Now this may seem
basic, but I want to start with some division followed by some addition.
Arithmetic is an important basis for more complex math."
Reaching through Kimburlee's golden blond mane of hair, he felt along the
nape of her neck up a little into her hair line until he found a small
nub that he began working at until it began to open. Once started he
quickly traced down the woman's back to just above her tailbone, creating
an opening in her skin. Reaching back at the neck, he pulled and
Kimburlee's seemed to suddenly melt, losing shape, her eyes closed and
mouth hung open revealing bizarre floppy teeth and flat tongue. A little
stretching and a boy's head emerged from the opening at the neck; he had
tanned skin and scraggly short black hair. Jeorge knew he was in his
teens but his exact age had been lost with his earliest memories of a
peaceful toddlerhood before the war tore his family from him. Letting
Kimburlee's deflated head lay over her bountiful bosom, Jeorge pulled at
the tip of one of his fingers and, like pulling off a glove, slid his own
arm out of Kimburlee's, repeating the same for the other side. He was
sad to see her chest's lovely shape melt away as he pulled her torso from
his own and gave a firm clentch to her fine ass before hauling the skin
off his own buttocks. Free from whatever supernatural forces that power
the skinsuit, Jeorge's cock sprung to life and erection within seconds,
reflecting the level of arousal he had maintained most of the day. Like
the arms, he shed Kimburlee's legs like stockings and was finally fully
himself again. Aemii had finished stripping long before Jeorge had and
had a finger buried in her crotch as she watched the spectacle.
As Jeorge stepped away from the skin of the math teacher, Aemii gave a
thoughtful look. "Now, sure, that's division in a literal sense, but
mathematically, wouldn't it be, like, multiplication? Since there are
two 'bodies' where there was only one before."
Jeorge stuck out his tongue. "Dunno, don't care. I'm not a math teacher
anymore." He picked up the skin and offered it to Aemii. "But you will
be soon."
Aemii grinned as she accepted the skin. "And this is only loosely
considered addition, in that I'm adding to the number of skins I'm
already wearing." Despite her teasing, it was clear from her movements
that Aemii was eager to wear Kimburlee nonetheless. Jeorge sat on the
bed and stroked his raging hard on as he watched her more or less repeat
his process in reverse. Aemii disappeared into the back of the older
woman and Kimburlee quickly regained her proper womanly shape. Sealing
up the back, Mrs. Leone poked about herself to make sure everything was
feeling correctly. She gave a self satisfied nod before casting a
seductive gaze over the wanking teenager.
"Alright boy. Today's lesson is multiplication. That is, how humans
multiply." Kimburlee sauntered over to settle between Jeorge's legs,
taking his member gently in her supple fingers. Brushing a golden lock
out of her face, she guided the cock into her mouth. Skillful oral
transitioned smoothly to a tit job, not wanting to waste the math
teacher's plentiful mounds. In minutes, Jeorge found himself unable to
contain himself any further, and his semen burst from his cock, spraying
thickly all over Kimburlee's face and chest. Kimburlee picked off a
particularly large glob from her breast with a finger and deposited in
her mouth where she let Jeorge watch her swirl it around with her tongue
before swallowing. "Good boy," She cooed lasciviously. "Just like that,
except..." She sat on the bed next to him, and spread her legs, prying
open the lips of her pussy with her manicured fingers. "... in here this
time." Her love juices flowed visibly from the fleshy slit.
"Yes ma'am!" Jeorge chirped, moving around to face her. Hastily, he
lined up his re-erect cock with her lips and wasted no time sliding into
the warm embrace of her womanhood. Both parties moaned in pleasure as
the sensations mutually enveloped them. Jeorge directed Kimburlee
through the same poses Kimburlee had earlier enjoyed with her husband,
and then he pounded her through a few more, cumming twice more in her
thirsty cunt and ass.
The two laid there still connected a few minutes, seeped in a combination
of sweat and sexual fluids, catching their breath after the intense sex.
Finally, Jeorge pulled out and settled at the edge of the bed, looking
back over his shoulder as Kimburlee stirred.
"Thanks. I needed that. Want me to be Aemii or Kim?" He offered.
Kimburlee glanced at the bedside alarm clock and shook her head. "Nah,
next time. I need to get going soon. Let's get cleaned up."
"You go ahead, I want to be myself a little bit longer," Jeorge answered.
"Are you sure? Yuan said we should spend as little time outside our
identities as possible. You never know what kinds of gifts can do what."
"If someone were able to find us out here, then it'd already be too late
at this point. It's fine," he insisted. Kimburlee sighed and shrugged
and then set about taking a shower and cleaning herself up. Jeorge lay
on the stain soaked sheets fondly remembering the feeling of plowing his
favorite pussy. Being Kimburlee Leone was fantastic, but every now and
then he had an itch like this, partly out of a lust for the sexual body
he saw and felt constantly, but also partly out of a fear of losing
himself in his charade. He had talked with Yuan and Shonn about it, and
while neither of them seemed to be worried, they understood his concerns
as he knew he could rely on his best friends to. These flings were
Shonn's idea and Jeorge gladly embraced them.
Aemii emerged from the bathroom, moisture still clinging to her pale
skin, and strolled over to collect her previously abandoned attire.
Jeorge just watched her in silence, just because he favored Kimburlee did
not mean he could not admire the female form in others. Without
bothering to get dressed, he followed Aemii downstairs where they bid
farewell and he saw her out, locking the door behind her. The teenage
boy meandered back upstairs to haul the sheets off the bed and set them
running in the washing machine.
As Jeorge turned to return upstairs, to the outside observer it would
have appeared that the boy simply tripped, stumbling mid stride but
quickly catching himself. For a few seconds he stood there, examining
himself, flexing his hands and wiggling his toes. A hand wandered to his
slowly hardening member as he tentatively touched himself.
"Finally! I'm in! Now, then, where did he put Mrs. Leone..."
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