| Sex Scene It was around two-thirty and almost everyone had left the building. That is, everyone except a math teacher and her pupil. She was a well-endowed young woman in her early twenties whose beauty rivaled even that of Venus (specific characteristics are too difficult to explain and are better left to the imagination anyway). The pupil was scrawny boy, weak and only moderately attractive. The kind of pathetic losers we see all too often nowadays: still a virgin too. He was rather bright, but for some strange reason he had not been doing well since his arrival in her class. He thought that maybe Calculus was a little tough, so he decided to stay after for some extra help. And that is the reason they are after school. They sat down and the instructor asked the boy “take it out” and at its sight she exclaimed, “That’s too big,” she hesitated and then, “… to be your notebook.” And the boy nodded. This time he drew out his notebook and they began to go over the day’s lesson. “Damn it! I just don’t get it, Miss Alma” the boy screamed. “I think I have a way to get you to learn,” she said. “Now listen, I’m going to make a deal with you,” the boy was eagerly awaiting the terms of this “deal”, “I’ll ask you some questions and for each one you answer correctly I’ll remove an article of clothing. And if you get all the questions right you’ll get a special prize.” The boy decisively agreed and soon they were off. Their agreement was a great success and the boy got the first question right. Off came Miss Alma’s shirt and exposed was her bra. A delicate piece of lace tightly wrapped around her ample bust was reminiscent of the things sold in Fredrick’s of Hollywood, which instantly gave the boy an erection and more incentive to get the next one right. The next question came and fell to the boy’s awesome drive, along with the educator’s pants (her shoes were already off because they were uncomfortable sandals and therefore there were no socks either), which she neatly laid on the desk next to her. Her panties, unlike her bra, were made of light cotton and had little cartoon animals on it. The boy felt an odd warmth come over him and was determined to go further. Since her modesty was in jeopardy Miss Alma stepped up the difficulty for the next question, it involved improper integrals. Now confident the boy scoffed at the request and quickly answered. Hesitantly she said, “r-right…” and slowly began to remove her bra. The boy’s eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of her perfect breasts: round and tender. He quickly called for the next quandary and so, it came. This time it was infinite series. After a few minutes he came up with answer. It was right. Slower than the last time and feverishly blushing she removed those panties that had been so endearing to the boy. He almost collapsed as he gazed upon the orifice for it was the first time he had seen one in person, though he frequently saw them in adult magazines as he partook in onanism. But this was not the last question. How could that be? What “prize” remained? And then he figured it out and she knew it by the smirk he had on his face. For the last question, trying to save her chastity, she asked one that required trig substitution. The boy was quite distraught, he sucked at trig substitution, but he would not give in. Soon he prevailed. He was ecstatic. The professor began to quaver, “Well then, here’s y-your r- reward…” she anxiously embraced him and then slowly began to unbutton, “ I’m going to relieve you of that awful v-virginity of yours.” The boy simply smiled. He was soon undressed and the fellatio began. She was a master at it, or at least it seemed so and he soon ejaculated, without warning, in her mouth. She smiled and gleefully swallowed it. “How I love cum. But this is just the beginning. Now lay down.” And with that she straddled him like she was riding a young buck. Pulsing up and down she asked, “Do you like it?” His response was the stupidest of smiles. Once again he climaxed, but she was unsatisfied. Tired of doing all the worked she ordered, “Get on top. You’re gonna do some work now.” To which he responded, “O-ok.” “Damn right.” It began slowly and pensively. Though toward the end it was in sporadic bursts and he emitted his seed once more. She ordered him to mount her like an animal and he did. Their now sweaty bodies glistened in the florescent lights and the pure passion could easily be seen. He was catching is stride as she began to moan. Deep unfettered sighs sprung from her lips and she shouted, “Oh yes! OH YES! More, Harder! More! More!” But of course, the inexperienced boy came right before she could climax. Indeed she was angry. Sheepishly he said, “I’m sorry.” “Sorry’s not good enough,” she turned toward him and spread her legs. “Now get to it!” “What? But m-my sper…” “Too bad! Just do it!” He undoubtedly submitted, like many of us would. As he began to eat out her pussy she began to moan once more. He delicately worked his tongue in the cavity and then started to thrust forcefully. Miss Alma’s level of elation heightened and so he decided to add his hand, firmly manipulating the crevice. She soon achieved orgasm and was quite pleased. They sat there for a while and then began to get dressed. During the process a very supple and ravishing young lady, a student, entered and then… This is purely fictional. All similarities to any person(s) is totally coincidental. |