Black Widow
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By Squorn

"So, Brian, what do you think you'll be doing now that you have finished your studies here? Have you considered attending college, maybe getting a degree? What was your subject again, media studies, was it?"

"Yes, Miss Brodmann. I would like to go to college eventually, but there's plenty of time for that, surely. I'm only eighteen, after all. My dad says I should go out and see the world, get some experience and broaden my horizons, so I haven't put in my application yet. I've arranged to go bumming round Asia with a couple of friends for a year or two. Then I'll worry about more studying."

"Of course, you're young. You should be enjoying life right now, not getting tied down with boring things like college. Speaking of enjoying life, I wondered if you would be coming to the end-of-course party this evening. The staff and I always hold a party at the end of the summer semester to say goodbye to all the students we have tutored over the year. Please do come. I can promise you that it won't be too dull, even though there'll be a few of us old fossils there."

Old fossils? Brian thought. Miss Brodmann was no old fossil! He tried to guess exactly how old she actually was. Mid thirties, maybe. Late thirties, possibly, but certainly no older. And what a body! He'd fancied her since the moment he'd clapped eyes on her almost a year ago. Indeed, everyone in his class had had a thing for Miss Brodmann, with those tight business-like skirts that she wore and those glasses that she kept permanently on the end of her nose, like some strict - but devastatingly sexy - secretary. Not to mention those firm, large tits of hers! Then there was her accent, which was upper-class and English. The first time he'd heard he speak, he almost came in his pants! He became aware that she was speaking again.

"... so you'll come then?"

"Well, I have to dash off afterwards. I'm catching an overnight flight, and I don't want to miss it. My friends are meeting me when I land at the airport. But I'll be at the party, sure."

I wouldn't miss it for the world, he thought to himself.

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The party was being held in the main hall. It was already packed with students when Brian turned up at seven. Students, but very few staff members. Mr. Roper, the economics teacher was there, chatting to Desiree in the corner. Lecherous old sod, Brian thought, he's just trying to get into her knickers. Mrs. Wyman, who taught mathematics, was dancing with a couple of boys in the centre of the room to the loud, thumping disco music. She looked ridiculous, he thought.

And then he spotted Miss Brodmann, chatting away to a small group near the fire exit. She looked amazing, and so relaxed. Instead of having her hair up in that tight bun, she had let it flow down. She was smiling and laughing, and generally appeared to be having a great time. While he thought she was fantastic, many of the other students didn't like her. He'd heard her referred to as "The Black Widow" on several occasions, and had heard that she had very little experience in education. Apparently, she'd spent most of her working life working for some pharmaceutical company, and there's was even some talk of a top secret government project.

Brian always felt a little uncomfortable at these things. He tried to talk to a few of the students, perhaps even chat up some of the girls, but he was no good at it. In the end, he ended up standing by one of the walls, trying to make the drink that he was holding last as long as possible.

"Brian, darling! You don't look as if you're having fun at all!"

Brian jumped. Miss Brodmann had appeared beside him, as if from nowhere. He smiled weakly. What had she said, 'Brian darling'? She must be a bit drunk, he thought. Better say something ...

"Erm, I'm just a little uncomfortable with all these people around."

"Perhaps we could go somewhere where we can hear ourselves think, then. I want to discuss your future a little more. Come with me."

That was a little forward, he thought, perhaps she's flirting with me. But still, the thought of going somewhere a little more private with the heavenly Miss Brodmann was a chance he definitely wasn't going to pass up. She walked over to the door to the corridor, and a few seconds later, he followed her. He saw her standing in the small tutor room.

"That's better," she said, smiling, "close the door and we can have a nice, cosy chat. So, tell me about this trip to Asia then."

"Well, it's not really a planned thing. I said goodbye to my parents just before I came here. I've got my luggage outside in the car and my plane ticket in my pocket."

"What about these friends of yours? Did you say that you'ld be meeting them?"

She's getting a bit nosey, he thought. Nah, it's just small talk.

"Well, I'm flying to Calcutta. They're going to meet me there."

"You are a brave boy. I would be terrified of travelling alone, you know, a poor, weak, defenceless woman like me. Look, Brian, I was wondering if you could do me a favour. I have to be up early tomorrow, so I need to leave soon, and I think I've had a little too much to drink. I was wondering if you could drive me home in that car of yours. It's only about ten minutes away, and you could be back at the party almost immediately. Please say you can help me."

"I'll be delighted to," Brian replied, his chivalrous nature and his dick both rising at the thought, "Just let me get my coat."

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"There's one thing I've always wanted to ask you, if I may, Miss Brodmann."

They were on the road, with Brian at the wheel.

"Sheila, please. Call me Sheila. I think we've known each other long enough for you to call me by my first name."

"Well, Sheila, it's a little embarrassing. I've heard some of the staff refer to you as 'The Black Widow', and recently some of the students have started copying them. Why do they call you that? You're not black, and I don't think you're a widow, are you?"

"No," she replied, laughing, "I've never married. Don't be embarrassed. I've been called the Black Widow as long as I can remember. It's a type of spider, found in Australia, I believe. It's called the black widow spider because it eats its mate after sex. Don't worry about it. I had a principal when I was at college who was known as The Dragon. It's just a nickname. Turn right here, and you'll see my house at the end of the road."

Brian pulled the car into Miss Brodmann's drive. As he stopped the engine, He got a shock. Sheila Brodmann had placed her hand on his knee.

"Look, Brian, I have a slight confession to make. I'm not drunk. I haven't touched a drop all evening. I wanted you to drive me home as I wanted us to be alone together."

"You mean, you wanted us to ...."

Brian couldn't finish that sentence. He thought he must have died and gone to heaven.

"Yes, I've always rather fancied you, and now that you've turned eighteen and you're going off round the world in a few hours time, it's hit me that I'll probably never see you again. I'd really like us to go to bed together. Please don't be offended. I'll quite understand if you never want to speak to me again."

Offended? he thought. Who's she kidding?

"Erm, I'd love to. It's only half past eight and I don't have to be at the airport for a couple of hours. So ... well ... let's go to bed!"

I can't believe I just said that, he thought to himself, but he immediately relaxed as Sheila planted a kiss on his forehead.

Once inside the house, it was a different matter. She grabbed him, held him close and clamped her mouth firmly over his. He was a little taken aback, and pulled away from her.

"I'm sorry," he stammered, "I guess I'm just a little nervous. It's all been so sudden."

"I understand," she replied, "Look, I've got just the thing for that." She busied herself in a nearby draw. "Try one of these," she said, offering him a little blue pill, "they're Viagra. That'll overcome your nerves and raise you to peak performance. You see, I've thought of everything!"

Nervously he took the pill from her and put it in his mouth. She passed him a glass of water, he took a sip and swallowed. That did the trick! In less than a minute, they were upstairs in her bedroom. Less than two minutes later they were both naked in bed. You can imagine what happened next, as they brought each other to orgasm again and again. Eventually, Brian felt himself drifting off into a deep sleep.

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He awoke with a start. Suddenly he was aware of a throbbing pain in his head and a queasy feeling in his stomach. Through blurry, swimming vision he looked around ... and saw Sheila sitting fully dressed in her tight skirt and hair bun on a chair in the corner of the room.

"How are you feeling, Brian, dear? A bit groggy? That's perfectly normal. It's your body chemistry changing. Trust me, you'll feel fine in a moment."

"What time is it?" he muttered, thickly.

"Oh, I'm afraid you've missed your plane. You've been out cold for about twelve hours. I'm afraid I owe you an apology. You see, that wasn't Viagra I gave you, but a little concoction of my own. It starts by giving you immense sexual energy and stamina, and afterwards it knocks you out cold. It also has other effects which you will soon appreciate. Have you noticed, for example, that you are starting to shrink?"

Suddenly Brian was wide awake.

"Shrink, you've got to be kidding me!"

"No, take a look at yourself in that mirror."

Brian slipped off the bed ... and almost broke his leg with the fall. The bed seemed immensely high for some reason. He ran what seemed like yards over to the mirror and looked in it. It was true! He could see the bed in the background and was surprised to find that he could almost have walked underneath it without bending down.

"I don't understand. What's happening to me?"

"Let me answer your question with a question. How old would you guess I am?"

"Erm ... about thirty-five, I guess."

"Wrong by more than half a century! Would you believe that I'm in my nineties."

"No shit!"

"Please don't swear, Brian. It doesn't become you. I'm not an educationalist by training. Indeed, I've spent most of my working life in the chemical industry, with a good few years in pharmaceuticals, developing drugs to prolong the human lifespan. As you can see, my work has been strikingly successful. Unfortunately, the drug I have taken needs an extra component to be effective - one that is only manufactured in the body of a young male."

Brian didn't like the sound of this. "Look," he begged, "I don't care about the flight. If you return me to my proper size, you can let me go, and I swear by anything you like that I won't tell anyone. Who'd believe me anyway?"

"Who indeed? That's why I picked you, Brian. You're ideal for my purposes. Parents who dump you in the academy for a whole year. Leaving for a long foreign trip round the world, and no-one to know that you didn't get on that plane. I chose you the moment you explained your plans at that interview we had this afternoon. You made it all too easy. Why do you think I was so careful that nobody saw us leaving the party together? Why do you think I hold the damn parties in the first place? It's to let me examine the goods, then take my pick. Mind you, the sex was terrific. Thank you for that, Brian, you're the best I've ever had."

"So what are you going to do? Kill me?"

"You won't survive the process, that's for sure. You see, that vital chemical your body is producing has to be taken orally. I'm going to swallow you in one gulp! Now you know why I'm called The Black Widow. I always swallow my mate after sex."

Strangely, Brian began to feel a little turned on by this. He looked down at his naked form, and saw himself stiffening again where it counted.

"If it's any consolation, Brian, this is the part of the process I like the least, although I see you are starting to enjoy the prospect."

He was. There was something rather erotic in the thought of slipping between those gorgeous, kissable lips and down that warm throat, into the inky blackness. That's why he didn't struggle when Sheila Brodmann picked him up between her thumb and index finger and placed him on the palm of her left hand. He couldn't have been more than two or three inches tall now, and he was as horny as a weasel!

"Bon voyage, Brian!" were the last words Brian ever heard, as he was placed face-down on Sheila's tongue, with his head towards the back of her mouth. Gently, and ever so slowly, she tipped her head back, as though swallowing an oyster. He felt himself moving into her throat, and she closed her mouth behind him. The sexual arousal was immense - perhaps it was another side effect of that pill, but he had never been so turned on in all his life.

Then, with an almighty gulp, Sheila swallowed, and Brian felt himself sliding quickly down the sticky, lubricated tube that was her throat, down into the darkness. Outside in the real world, Sheila lay down on the bed, and awaited the almighty orgasm that she knew would hit her the moment that Brian started to wriggle in her stomach. They always wriggled, and kept on wriggling for several minutes, causing waves of ecstacy to crash through her. She had lied when she said that she didn't enjoy this part of the process - it was the bit she liked the best. And she wasn't disappointed, either. Brian kept her screaming with sexual delight for almost half an hour!

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The next day, Sheila Brodmann,all done up with her immaculate hair and clothes, and her upper-class English accent, held her annual meeting with the staff to discuss the next year's intake of students.