Give the twelfth graders easy questions.

From Create Your Own Story

You rattle off a few more no-brainers and shed your remaining shoe and socks. You cross your arms under your impressive bust and say with an impish smile, "I guess you'll know for sure whether or not I'm really serious after this next question, won't you? Ready?" The students murmur, the boys all nodding with cautious enthusiasm. "What was thrown into Boston Harbor on December 13th, 1773?"

A brief silence as their minds all worked, broken by an excited "Tea!" from Brandon.

"Yes," you say, fingers slowly starting at the top button on your blouse, "tea. The Boston Tea Party." The tightly pulled buttons across your chest pop open one by one, revealing your sizable breasts pent up into song-worthy cleavage by a lavender bra. You pull the fully undone garment from the waist of your slacks and toss it haphazardly into the crowd, landing squarely on a slack-jawed boy's desk. "Told you I was serious," you purr with a wink. "Who became a civil rights figure by simply refusing to move to the back of a bus?"

"Rosa Parks," a large black student responds without missing a beat.

"Very good," you say, swaying your hips as you undo your slacks. You spin around to give them the best view as you bend over and pull them to the floor, kicking them off to one side. Your generous ass is covered by a lacy boyshorts matching your bra's color. For someone who was running late, you muse, she sure did manage to coordinate a half decent outfit. Back to your students, you place your hands on the table at the front center of the room and sway your ass back and forth in slight motions. You hear some students mutter amazed obscenities. You continue with the next question, ass still swaying as you speak, "Where did the United States drop atomic weapons, effectively ending World War 2?"

"Hiroshima, and, uh..." someone starts, but trails off.

Fucking idiots, you think to yourself. You know the answers to all these even without going through your host's memories.

"Nagasaki!" someone else finally says.

Eschewing a verbal confirmation, you slip your hands behind your back and unclip your bra, slipping it off your shoulders and tossing it over your head blindly. You hear a brief scuffle for it, but ignore it and continue your rhythmic motions. You can practically hear their mouths watering as they watch your naked back. You wrap your arms around your chest and turn to face them. Several boys, and one girl near the front, have their hands down their pants. You raise your arms in a sudden motion, dropping your large breasts into open view. They jiggle pleasingly, small pink nipples stiff from the cool air and the excitement. "Since there were two answers, I guess I have to lose two articles of clothing, don't I?" you say, hooking your fingers into your boyshorts, damp in the crotch, and peeling them off. You toss them right to Brandon. You run a finger teasingly along your bald mound. "That was fun, wasn't it class?" you say, giving them a moment to take in the view. "For our next lesson..."

• You line up all the boys along the whiteboard and blow them all.
• Masturbate in front of them all while you verbally degrade yourself.
• Make everyone masturbate while you watch.

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Social Studies Teacher