With Mr. Prendergast satisfied, Missy was finally able to get back to work. Her thong had disappeared – perhaps taken as a trophy? Or perhaps she had only dreamed she had ever worn one. It didn’t matter. With cum leaking from her pussy and still salient in her mouth, the erstwhile media specialist was beginning to wonder if the rumors about her promiscuity were true. She’d already tit-fucked a student, sucked off the Coach and fucked the chem teacher, and it was only a little after noon. Still three more hours to go until the last bell rang and she delivered her proposal to Principal Vickers.

Her proposal! That snapped her from her contemplations and induced her to return to her desk. A small assortment of books sat on the adjoining counter where students had apparently left them for her while she’d been busy rutting. She blushed to realize the door had been open, and they had probably heard her squealing and grunting with clarity. Still, she had to admit, it was kind of hot.

It was only after she began working again that she realized her headache was once more gone, and this time she devoted serious consideration to the question of why. Usually strenuous activity made those worse, didn’t it? It seemed like it should. But then, it had gone away this morning after her tit-fucking with Matt Fischer, and though it returned after a couple hours, her recent exertions had helped the pains go away. She made a mental note of this as she buckled in.

Her report, she believed, was sorta done now, but she still needed to go back and edit, proofread, and rehearse the presentation. Every time she went back to it, she found more errors – especially from her work this morning – and the rehearsal was miserably slow-going, as even the simplest parts just did not stick with her. As soon as she finished reading a section, she realized it had not stuck at all. She pictured herself having to read directly from her note cards during the presentation, and what an idiot she would look like. Think, Missy, think!

Business was mercifully slow that afternoon – no classes were scheduled to come by, so it was just the occasional student popping by during their passing period to return something or grab something to read. The young men ogled her openly – and who could blame them with her boobies being on display in a blouse so tight? In an effort to begin to restore her credibility with the students after storming out bare-chested earlier, she made sure to be super gracious and extra EXTRA friendly, smiling brightly and making light hand on hand contact to show her openness and friendliness. One boy, a pimply little freshman, had simply stared at her chest as she tried to figure out how to work the scanner thingy that she was pretty sure did something to track the books – she felt badly for him, and took her time so he could get a nice eyeful. When she was done – though she never did figure out the thingy – she leaned up and gave him a peck on the cheek. Poor dear. He had a big old stiffy, she could tell. That thought distracted her for a few minutes, but with the urgency of her report looming, she forced herself to return to work.

Sure enough, the headache began to reassert itself. Missy tried to ignore it, thinking maybe she was thirsty and a some fluids might help. She downed her coffee in a gulp, and soon found herself feeling better. “Did they change the brand? That’s SUPER nummy,” she announced to no one in particular. Suddenly she remembered overhearing that the Coach’s jizz had wound up in there as she had fucked up the ending of his blowjob and let some of his stuff fly. She giggled in embarrassment, which further intensified when she distantly realized how much better she had thought the coffee tasted. “Cream, no sugar!” That was funny too.

The pain abated somewhat and Missy became even more sure that the sex and the cum were the cure. Of course, knowing that didn’t do her much good – after all, she worked in a booky place, not a sperm bank – but maybe she would find some way to get some more. The headache returned with a vengeance; she idly diddled at her clit, splaying her legs wide as she sat trying to type with one hand. It was slow going – she realized after an entire page of typing that she had misspelled the word “library” almost a dozen time. It’s li-BRARY, not li-BERRY! She could be so silly sometimes!

The deadline was looming though, and while she remembered she had not had very much left to do today, her slow progress, constant back-tracking, and the heavy side-tracking as she let the occasional lazy orgasm wash over her, were slowing her tremendously. The masturbation was barely keeping the headache at bay, though – not nearly as good as the fucking had done earlier – though each orgasm left her in a daze of several minutes. Once, three boys stopped in and snapped some pictures of her; she had been too lost in contemplating how best to get herself off again to sto them or cover herself. Or ask them to help.

And then Albert walked in.

That meant it was seventh period, fifty-five minutes to go until school let out and her presentation began. She still had not managed to get one full run-through done, and her head was such a jumble and she was so dazzled between lust and her head pains that she knew she had no prayer of completing one. After all, she had gotten two pages done in the past two hours. She needed another boost.

Hmm. Could Albert provide it?

As the plump boy said hello and began yammering on about some boring technical nerdy thing she could not begin to understand, she contemplated whether she might be able to use him to satisfy her needs. She’d caught him looking at her before – more than once, actually. And today, Missy knew she was looking hot – surely she could seduce him, get her fix, and then put in some good hard work on her presentation!

“... and that was when I said ‘hold on Mrs. Durst, don’t you mean the negatively charged ions?’ And she said... I’m sorry, I’m boring you. Was there any work you needed me to do?” Albert looked at the stack of books she’d been unable to figure out how to check in.

Missy straightened her posture, thrusting her chest forward semi-subtly, batting her eyelashes innocently. “Albert, do you think I’m pretty?”

The boy blinked, then looked down at the countertop. “Oh, well I guess... I mean... I dunno...” He grinned bashfully, and Missy found herself for the first time admiring him as a man, not just a pupil.

“Albert, look at me. Look at me, Albert.” Slowly, the boy raised his eyes; they never made it up past her chest. She giggled, and moved her biceps together to deepen the line of cleavage visible above where she had stopped fastening buttons. “Now answer my question. Do you think I’m pretty.”

His face reddened, but his eyes never strayed from their destination. “Oh gosh, Ms. Warren, I think you’re probably the prettiest woman in the whole school.”

“Call me Missy, Albert.” She grasped his hand where it rested on the counter, and with gentle pressure, herded him back around behind it to her work station, where they could have at least the privacy of the desk. “Don’t think of me as a woman – what about compared to the other girls here? Am I as pretty as them?”

Albert seemed to analyze the question, and she restrained herself from just throttling him to the ground and assaulting him with her mouth. “Well I guess so, Ms. Wa– Missy, I mean. You’re the prettiest girl I know.”

Missy’s grinned like the cat who ate the canary. “Am I just pretty, Albert? Use that big brain of yours. Tell me what else I am.”

As she leaned in closer to him, he stepped back. She followed him until he bumped into the back wall, and she stopped a few inches from him. “Oh. Geez. Well. Umm... you’re... hot? Is that what you mean?”

She felt her body respond to his timid praise like it had been Shakespeare. Or maybe that cute baby-faced singer she kept hearing the students talking about lately. “That’s what I mean, Alby. What do you want to do to me? Tell me.” Her chest pressed up hard against his. “Please.”

He was paralyzed. She nuzzled herself against him, grasping his collar in each hand and fidgeting with it. “Tell me.”

Apparently, words were not enough. In an instant, he grabbed each side of her blouse in his hands and shredded it down the middle, exposing her breasts to the air. Then his mouth and hands laid into them – there was no art to the teenager’s groping, no tactics behind his suckling, yet the sensation hit her like a freight train. Her knees went weak, and she soon collapsed to the floor at his feet. As if by instinct, she tore at his denim shorts, frantically working through them to get to his treasure trove.

Then it was there in front of her. His cock was glorious! Painfully erect, throbbing in time with his rapid heartbeat, thick and wonderful. Reason left her. All thoughts of her report vanished. She had to have this inside her, this wonderful perfect icon of sex.

“Mmm...” she purred. She nuzzled Albert’s cock with her smooth cheeks, her nose, her lips sneaking kisses as she alternated from side to side, luxuriating in its warmth on her flushed skin.

Albert was grinning down at her as she looked up to make eye contact. For the first time today, she saw no condescension, merely appreciation. He was smiling, but he wasn’t laughing at her. She trembled with desire as he spoke softly, his tone shy. “Umm, so do you wanna suck it, or–”

He was never given opportunity to present another option as she engulfed his member in her mouth. It was divine – the taste, the feel, the way his body tensed and relaxed as she lashed out at the sensitive underside with her tongue. She felt her own arousal building, sharpening, spiking as he patiently allowed her to deep throat him, looking up at him with a broad smile around his broad shaft until she felt pleasure so intense she could no longer keep them open.

Missy could not have said how long she had been sucking his cock before she felt him tense in preparation for his climax. She pulled off hastily, replacing her mouth with her silken hand so as to keep him close. “So do you wanna–”

This time it was she who was unable to finish the question as her hand evidently brought him too close and thick ropes of his semen launched forth. The first caught her square between the eye with enough force as to make an audible SPLAT. The one-time media specialist felt her tummy begin to tremble in preparation for her own release and she dimly realized she was about to orgasm merely from giving a man a blowjob. And then another jet of his cum spurted, catching her across the nose, mouth and chin, and several more across her bare chest before he laid still.

Missy shrieked as the sensation washed over her, falling onto her back and practically convulsing as the most severe orgasm of her life coursed through her body.

As she recovered, she saw him standing over her body, his manhood still as erect as ever. “I’m sorry, Ms. Warren, but that was just so amazing, and you just look so... you know, lying there, it just won’t go down!” Albert’s face was as apologetic as his voice.

She pushed herself to her feet, and like a gentleman, he offered her a hand up. She smiled at him through her jizz-plastered face, his own visage blurred by the glob on her left lens. “No apology necessary, darling. But I need you to do two things for me. First, I need you to call me Missy. ‘Ms. Warren’ doesn’t work here any more.”

Albert blushed. “OK... Missy.”

She smiled. “And two... I need you to fuck me as hard as you can. Can you do that for me?” She shed the remains of her blouse shamelessly, followed by her flimsy little miniskirt, then stood before him smiling wantonly.

Again he responded with action, and spun her around hard, grabbing her tits to pull her back against him. She could feel his dick nuzzling back and forth between the cleft of her ass cheeks. Holding her firmly against him, he walked forward until she was in front of her desk, and as she arched her back and widened her stance, she felt him glide that monster cock inside her.

She leaned forward across the library desk, the stack of returned books toppling sideways as she shoved them aside so that her body could achieve the ideal angle for fucking. Albert gradually increased his pace, giving her time to appreciate her situation. Before her eyes rested a copy of Beowulf, and on impulse, she flipped it open. It had the Old English on the left page and a modern English translation on the right. She smiled, both from the feel of having her needy pussy stuffed by such a fantastically girthy cock, as well as from reminiscing at reading the Old English version in college. The fucking was relaxing her, and she began reading a page about Beowulf’s battle with the dragon. And then she realized – she was reading Old English! With ease! No headache, no ditziness! Even while distracted by Oh GOD that felt wonderful!!!

“Albert,” she panted as she pushed her ass back to meet his thrust, “your cock, miracle, everything, clear!” She squealed with glee and suddenly had an idea – an idea! The first idea she had been able to have all day!

With effort, she lifted her naked chest up off the desktop and wriggled free of Albert’s embrace. He looked confused. “Did I do something wrong? Missy, I’m SO sorry if I did,” he apologized, his body heaving breathlessly.

“No no – just... sit in my chair, OK?” She gestured to her work station. Looking still more confused, Albert nonetheless complied, plopping down his naked ass in her leather swivel chair. She approached him, turning her ass to him right at face level, and he rewarded her brazenness with a two-handed grope. She let him enjoy it for a moment before she settled down pussy first into his lap, his cock embedded deep inside her. As she eased herself into place, she spun to face her computer screen, delighted at how, for the first time today, it was all so clear.

“Ummm, Alby honey? Can you do me a kind of weird favor?”

“Well everything about this afternoon has been kind of weird, so I guess why stop now, eh?” He laughed nervously.

She giggled, genuinely amused and sharing in his sentiment. “Your cock – your delicious, magical, wonderful perfect cock – is just melting my headache, and I haven’t been able to concentrate at all today and my presentation is in less than an hour, and... would you mind giving me a nice, slow fuck while I finish it up, just to help me think?”

Over her shoulder, she saw his face looking beyond puzzled. “Wait, you want me to have sex with you while you work, to help you concentrate?” The boy sounded skeptical, but she nodded, giggling, pleased he understood her request. “Well, if you want, only...” He mumbled something.

She frowned, concerned. “Only what? You can tell me, sweety. Let Missy make it better.”

He ventured a timid smile. “Well, it’s just that you’re so pretty, and this all feels so good, I just don’t know how long I can… you know.”

Panic welled up inside her. This had to last! He had to last! He was her only hope! Nothing all day had come close to making her head – or her cunt – feel this amazing and right! How to slow it down... “Hmm, can you find something to distract yourself with? Like thinking about baseball, or something?”

He frowned. “I don’t know anything about baseball.”

Her mind raced, until she saw the stack of books sitting there. “Oh! Or read something! You like books, right? Books are fun! Read, and just concentrate on the book and not on my pussy!”

He gave it a moment’s thought. “I guess I’ll try. Is it OK if I read out loud? I need to practice my Latin anyway,” he said as he grabbed a book of Virgil’s poetry sitting nearby.

She nodded exuberantly. “Perfect! You read as loud as you need – I’ll just be here working.”

He smiled. “OK. And Missy?”

“Yes Albert?”

“What happened to you today?”

She thought, and as she did, she spoke her musings aloud. “Well… I guess I used to take myself too seriously. Like, I was all ‘I’m the media specialist, call me Ms. Warren’ and all, you know? But today, I totally just realized that I like dressing sexy, and having sex and sucking and fucking and being sexy, and it’s what I’m best at, and I need to use my best talents for the school. It’s just been really hard, because...” Missy lowered her voice. “I’m not very smart, and I can’t even keep my thoughts together unless I have a cock in me. And honestly, Alby? Yours is the best I’ve felt all day – no, in my whole LIFE. Like, you’re actually fucking my brains in, if that makes sense. I hope you won’t mind if we, like, do this more often?”

Albert smiled brilliantly. “Missy, we can do this as often as you like. I want you to be good at your job, and to be able to use big words and read things – I like seeing you happy like this. I’ll do this stuff with you whenever you want, as long as you promise to return the favor.” He blushed a little.

“Omigosh, Alby, I would never get tired of this, not EVER! You can fuck me any time you want, day or night, for serious!” She giggled. Giggling wasn’t something smart girls did, she thought, but then, she wasn’t actually very smart except when she was getting cock.

He smiled. “Good, good. Now Missy? I’m smart, right?”

She nodded vigorously. “You’re like SUPER smart, Alby!”

He stroked her hair affectionately. “That’s right. And I have some advice for you, for your presentation. Before you start preparing, just take a few minutes to clear your mind of all this stress. It will help – I do it before all my big presentations, and it always works. Just for a few minutes, close your eyes and forget your presentation, and just think about your life. Think about today, and how great it has turned out, and how happy you are right now, how much you love being the way you are right this moment.”

She frowned. “But Alby, the presentation is like right after school! I gotta hurry and get ready – I only have like a half hour to...”

He put a finger to her lips. “I know. Just for a few minutes, OK? If you do it, you’ll work twice as fast afterwards, so you’ll get in fifty minutes of work in twenty-five minutes instead of thirty in thirty.”

She smiled at how numbers made sense to her again. “OK. Focus on today, you said?”

“Yes, close your eyes, and think about who you are, and how happy you are right now, right like this...”

She obeyed, closing her eyes, reliving the days’ fuckings, thinking about all her sexy outfits, about how awesome of a fuck Alby was and how much she wanted to keep doing him over and over all day, not even just so she could be smart, but just because it was fun. It was the best possible version of herself.

Back in the real world, Albert carefully positioned the naked media specialist’s body atop his cock – which, thanks to the very spell he was about to use on Missy, was every bit as impressive as it was in the dream she was having. After first using a spell to put her to sleep and another to give her a dream, he had focused on creating a scenario that would make the version of Missy that he wanted seem ideal to her. He needed her to want to become a stupid slut.

He had thrown away the actual clothes she had worn that day and on the floor lay a replica of the slutty uniform she had been parading around in during her hallucinations, the buttons cut off the blouse to simulate how he had torn it off of her body. He had switched out her usual glasses for the porno librarian pair (though the pair he had put on her had plain glass lenses, as he did not know her prescription), and while she lie there exposed he had nervously masturbated and ejaculated all over her face and chest, fearing that despite the door being locked, someone could walk in at any moment, or worse, that the sleep would wear off and she would wake up. But no one did. Now, her pussy – which was tighter and wetter than the virginal nerd could’ve ever imagined – was impaled on his cock, and the dream had reached the critical phase.

“No guts, no glory,” he murmured, and then he spoke the word to wake her up.

Ms. Warren shifted only slightly, and he thought she was adopting the pose she had held in his fabricated dream world. She didn’t scream. She didn’t panic. She didn’t even open her eyes. He tried to master his own panic, knowing that if this went wrong, he could be looking at some very dire consequences.

He tried out his voice. “Missy? Are you concentrating, just like I said?”

She responded in a sleepy tone. “Yes, Alby. Love being sexy. Love fucking, love cocks anywhere. Not smart. ‘Cept when you fuck me. You fuck me smart. I’m fucking smart!” She giggled – he had never actually heard her giggle before. He was glad he’d jerked off, or the sound alone would have made him cum all over.

“Good girl. Now you keep thinking that while I try to keep relaxed, OK?”

“OK, Alby...” One of her hands diddled at her clit, pleasuring herself to the lingering sensations of her dream.

The tome in hand, Albert began reading the spell, the one that changed people according to their own desires. He had first tested it on himself, made himself an inch taller and a few pounds lighter – enough that he would have measurable results to verify its efficacy, but not so much that anyone would notice. When he found it worked, he played with a few other things, but not much. Ultimately, Albert was happy with who he was. It was other people whom he wanted to change.

He chanted the words, practiced nearly to the point of memorization over the past week of study. Using a small pot of paint he had set next to their chair, he traced the required symbols on her bare back – she seemed to enjoy being touched. Thank God she’s not actually as frigid as she pretends to be, he thought.

He went on for several minutes, concentrating as best he could with her cunt pulsating around his cock. He had practiced the spell while jerking off to simulate the distraction; it was now paying off as he seamlessly conducted the ritual.

And then, per the instructions, he shouted the last few arcane words, and the spell was concluded. Missy turned to him, and in the sudden silence after the sudden loudness, she opened her eyes to look at him.

“Albert?”

He swallowed past a lump in his throat. “Yes?”

“Like, can you let me work on my presentation now?” She smiled hopefully, and behind her eyes, he saw the dim spark of intelligence that remained, the damaged cognition she had left herself hidden behind a smiling, cum-stained face.

“Of course, Ms. Warren.”

She giggled. “Call me Missy.”