Fred Orr reached up and fondled one of Miss Warren's candy breasts. This is the best class ever, he thought as he fulfilled one of his fantasies. He'd always wanted to touch the teacher's tits, and since she'd revealed that they were made of candy a few weeks earlier, the temptation had only grown more severe.
He peeked back at the classroom full of students. He was the biggest and the toughest, so those waiting could just wait. Nobody would rush him, so he was going to enjoy himself. He spotted Mikey sitting down and grinning at him. He'd have to teach that kid not to stare later; teach him with his fist.
Fred turned back to the teacher and brought his lips up to the candy. It tasted sweet. A warm feeling washed over him as he swallowed the taste.
Then something strange occurred to him. Sure, he loved these candy boobs, but as he stood and appraised the older woman what he really loved were her clothes. How had he not noticed before how awesome they were! The sweater, the skirt, and oh my god those shoes. They were to die for.
He let go of the boob so that he could take in the teacher's image a bit more. Even her make-up was divine. A memory of his mother's make-up table flashed into his mind, colours, textures, his knees felt weak with desire. Pushing aside plans to pick on that Madison kid he decided to head straight home after school to raid some closets and try some make-up.
Backing up from his teacher, he curtsied, thanking her for his turn, giggled and skipped over to his desk. This is the best class ever, he thought as he sat down and crossed his legs at the knee.
