The Perfect Teacher - part 1 |
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"Sonny, what can you tell me about electrons?" "Electrons are the molecules which build an atom." "Well, that's a good start. Monday, class, I want you to give me five reasons why life can't exist in the universe without electrons. I also want a list of their basic characteristics, and who first discovered electrons, keeping in mind that I'm referring to the 1905 discovery, not subsequent enumerations. I know it's your favorite, so give me a brief explanation of chapter 12, Matter And Energy And The Electromagnetic Spectrum. And, if you give me a verbatim textbook answer, don't bother turning it in. I don't want to see any more internet downloads turned in as YOUR original work. Somebody put a lot of work into rehashing old explanations that worked just fine a hundred years ago and needed no elaboration. So give them credit where it's due, it's all they will get for their efforts." A series of groans filled the classroom. Simon Adams closed his books, ordered his notes, and put them all into his briefcase. He was in a hurry, he had a weekend in Aspen planned. For the first time in a long time, he was going solo. He was tired of bringing a date to Aspen, only to find the she really didn't like skiing; she was having her period, her tooth ached, or any one of a dozen other excuses for staying in the hotel room and fucking, rather than going skiing. Hell, if he wanted to fuck, he could grab a girl from class. Simon looked up and flinched guiltily. Melody was still sitting in her seat, watching him closely. So what did she want? She had a very strange and expectant look on her face. Had he forgotten something? If so what, he wondered as he looked her over? He suddenly saw something wrong, very wrong. Melody was wearing a short plaid skirt. He had noticed this earlier in the day, of course, Melody had a killer body that demanded notice. She was following the new Britney Speers fad of a plaid skirt, white blouse, and pig tails. Anybody would take notice of Melody in such an outfit. What he hadn't seen earlier, was the fact that she was wearing no panties. He felt his cock hardening in his pants as he surveyed the sweet little slut. Her legs were open, a clear invitation. She had a cute pussy, if you could call a pussy cute. A pussy was a lot like a newborn child, everyone looked at the ugly red, sniveled-up baby on the bed and said, "wow, how cute," even though it looked like a used tampax with eyes. "Hi, Melody," he said carefully. "Hi Mister Adams," she said in a sweet, girlish voice designed to go along with her outfit. "Is there something that I can do for you, Melody?" "I can think of a lot of things, Mister Adams, but I wanted to talk about my grade. I'm failing your class." "Your work is substandard, even for this lazy bunch of students. You rarely show up, and you seldom pay attention when you do show up. You talk constantly, completely disregarding anything I have to say. Do you think that could have anything to do with it?" "Sure, but can we... negotiate?" she asked with a shy smile. Her left leg bounced open and closed slowly, drawing attention to her soft thighs and slightly-mounded young womanhood. "No," he said with a voice of doom. "If you want to make out, you are looking at the wrong person. If you want to have sex, I might be interested. But if we do, I can't promise a better grade. The two are not synonymous." "Ouh, you're tough. I got a B in Math." "Are you planning on fucking your way through school, Melody?" he asked, being brutally frank. "Yes sir," she said with a sly smile. "Well at least you're honest. But, right now I am off for a fun-filled weekend in Aspen. I should be going now." "Do you have a date?" "No, that's why my weekend will be fun-filled. I'm going solo. Have you ever seen the girls at Aspen, Melody?" "No." "Most are hot, most are stinking rich, and most can fuck your eyes out without even trying. Can you compete with that?" "I don't know, I'll try," she said, getting to her feet. Simon felt a cold knot fill the pit of his stomach. He was treading on thin ice. If Melody tried to use this against him, it would be his word against hers. But she may have some devious plan in mind. If he took her up on the offer, he must cover all the bases. She was hot enough to be barely worth the danger. In fact she did look a lot like Britney Speers in that outfit. A very lot. "I bet I can make you forget all about your trip," she said, sliding up on the unused corner of his desk. "I bet you can't." "If I do, will you bring my grade up one mark?" "No, Melody, I won't. I told you, if I raise your grade, it will have nothing to do with sex. "I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about a bet." "Really? What is your portion of the wager?" "A blowjob?" she asked hopefully. She had her leg bent. Her skirt slid down her leg showing a magnificent ass cheek and the puckered lips of her pussy. "That's sex." "Oh, I see. So you want a blowjob and you want me to wash your car?" "My car is one of the first 600 Austin Healy convertibles to roll off the assembly line. If you touch my car I will sue you." "Ow, lighten up. So what do you want?" "Since you're centered on sex, I will make a sexual wager. I will give you 30 minutes to make me forget my trip. If, at the end of that thirty minutes, I find myself wishing I had gone, I want you to find a lesbian lover, bring her to my house on Sunday night, and make love to her while I fuck the hell out of you. If you succeed, I will raise your grade two points. Now, are you willing to put your mouth where your mouth is?" "Holy shit," she gasped with a shocked look. A satisfied smirk lit his face as he closed the briefcase and prepared to leave. He had seen her ace and beat her with two queens. "So you're backing out?" he asked, watching the amazement on her face. "Hell no, that's no bet, that's a typical date for me. Are you ready?" "I..." Simon was at a loss. The mere thought of her doing as he had asked, was almost grounds for raising her grade on the spot. But no, she had to earn it. "Sure," he said, but held up a hand. "First I'm locking the door." She giggled and raised her knee even more, displaying all of her earthly treasures. She was a hot little bitch. A compact little beauty that liked to fuck. Now that he thought about it, she would make a great date, and possibly a girlfriend. She was almost as wild as he was. He had seen her bouncing from boy to boy. She usually went where the money was. That, in turn, was usually the resident drug dealer. Unfortunately, they all landed in jail, leaving her high and dry. What she needed was a more mature man with inherent wealth. She needed somebody like... him. He turned and looked at his desk. Melody was now naked from the waist up. Her tits were fantastic. One of the drawbacks of being a science/biology teacher, is he was intimately familiar with the makeup of a typical human female breast. He knew they consisted of a mass of disgusting yellow fat, tubes, and blood vessels, surrounded by a thin layer of skin. But rarely, such as in this case, he ran into a set of breasts so awesome, that it didn't matter. "My God, those can't be real," he whispered as he approached Melody. "Oh yes they can," she took one breast into her hand and licked it. She looked at him and smiled, while holding it out for his enjoyment. He gasped as he approached her, leaned against the desk and took both breasts into his hands. "Wow, now that's a set of breasts," he said, duly impressed. "It gives a man something to hold onto, while he's fucking the hell out of me from behind." "It certainly does," he said, looking over the rest of her body. "I've had my eye on you since your Junior year, Melody. I've often fantasized about a moment like this." "Me too. You are the most athletic, and best looking teacher at school. I wondered how long you could fuck me. I've never had multiple orgasms." "And you won't now, in half an hour. The clock is ticking." "Right," she said, sliding off the desk. She turned him and sat him in her place, on the edge of the desk. Her hands fumbled at his zipper. She had trouble getting his throbbing cock out of his pants, so she undid the catch and yanked them down. She fished his large cock out of his underwear, and took the time to enjoy it. It was just under seven inches, more than adequate for most jobs. Simon quickly stepped out of his pants, he didn't want them to impede his progress if he needed to move fast. "Wow," she said, holding his cock in one slender white hand. She stroked it briefly as she examined it closely. "I'll never be happy with BOYS again," she said with a smile. "Me either. Six minutes has passed," he said in a detached voice. It was all an act. Inside he was seething with impatience. He wanted to feel her hot lips around the shaft of his cock. It was literally straining to reach her mouth, only a few inches away. He felt like thrusting his cock forward and holding her head, while he fucked the hell out of her sweet red, designer lipstick. But he simply waited. She scooted closer, looked at him with a shy smile, and took the head of his cock in her lips. He gave a silent scream of pleasure, while outwardly looking cold and detached. She sucked briefly, then began sliding her mouth up and down on the shaft, while pumping her fist on it's base. Simon was in heaven. He had fantasized about this very thing so many times, while the students were busy with an assignment, and he had nothing to do but sit and survey the sea of young, beautiful legs and shorts skirts presented in all their youthful glory. Some displayed their wares unknowingly, and some, like Melody, liked to tease. Melody was the first one he saw every day, she was seated directly in front of his desk. So of course he fantasized about her the most. He had sat looking under her skirt at the silky smooth expanse of warm thigh and dreamed of sticking his head under that skirt. Now he looked down at Melody's sweet, childish face, her fantastic, firm, grapefruit sized breasts, and her upturned knees with the short skirt sliding down to her crotch. Simon suddenly realized that he didn't regret the slight delay in his trip. But would she earn that higher grade? "Enough of that, we are wasting time," he said, lifting her to her feet. A hurt, angry look crossed her face. She stood with a pout so effective that it made him glad that he was a man. He immediately wanted to kiss that pout off her face. But he would maintain his facade of invulnerability. "Lay on the desk, face down," he ordered in an impartial voice. She tuned, moved a few items out of the way, and laid face down with her arms spread. He knelt behind her sexy ass and lifted the skirt. There it was, the dark, erotic pussy of his dreams. And she had a perfectly rounded ass that just cried out to be kissed, and fucked. She opened her legs, lifted them to get a better stance, then rested her toes on the floor. Her legs were now widespread, waiting. It was his ass, to do with as he wished. "Wonderful," he said, partially to himself, and partially to her, to assuage her feelings. It worked. She turned and looked back at him with a smile. "Melody, you may possibly be the sexiest little female on this campus," he gasped in real appreciation. His hard cock wanted to sink it's length into her pussy. But first he wanted to fulfill his wildest desires. He leaned forward and sealed his mouth over the right cheek of her ass. He licked his right thumb and pressed it into the crack of her ass. With a little searching, he found and penetrated her small, puckered asshole. She gasped and jerked at the sudden, brutal attack. She tried to turn and watch, but it hurt her neck. She moaned, leaning her face against the varnish of his wooden desk. She felt lewd and vulnerable, presenting her ass that way. It was a desperate ploy to win their wager and now Simon had taken full advantage of it. Holding her ass cheek in his left hand, he began wiggling his thumb inside her ass, as he kissed and licked her soft, firm ass cheeks. He had her gasping now. His attack had been totally unexpected. He moved to her left ass cheek and bathed it liberally, while maintaining the rapid movement of his thumb inside her ass. She was gasping and pushing her ass back to meet his thumb. He extended his finger and began stimulating her pussy with the same hand. She moaned loudly, clutching the desk in her slender little hands. He bathed her ass cheeks a moment longer, then stood. He pulled his thumb out of her ass, grabbed his cock, and slid it between the moist lips of her pussy. "Oh yes," she gasped, pumping her pussy against his penis. It was very long, she noticed. Much longer than the boys she was used too. When he pushed his cock inside her pussy, it seemed to slide inside forever, before coming up against her cervix. Even that felt good, since he went slowly and surely. What she didn't realize was that he was simply lubricating his cock for the real fuck. She gasped in disappointment when he pulled out of her pussy. She froze in fear when she felt his cock touch her asshole, then grabbed the desk in desperation when it began pushing it's way inside. She squealed in a restrained voice as the head of his circumcised penis entered her ass suddenly. He froze in that position, with her asshole forming a ring around the head of his cock. She waited in horrified expectation, for the massive cock to continue it's journey up her ass. He patiently waited until her asshole relaxed, then pushed again. This time it didn't hurt too much. His thumb up her ass had partially prepared her. Simon was in absolute heaven. He was fucking one of the sexiest asses he had ever seen. In all his dreams of Melody, he had fucked her in the ass. Now it was a reality. Her ass was so hot and soft, around his throbbing cock. He was so close to an orgasm that he would press forward, then wait for the tremors to stop. If he plunged in and out twice, he would have a massive orgasm. He had to wait. "Rub your clit," he whispered above her back. "It will make you feel better, no pain, and you can have an orgasm too." She reached under her body and fingered her clit. She shuddered at the first contact, as ready for an orgasm as he was. Slowly, she began rotating her fingers against her clit. In a moment he felt her pushing her ass against his cock, willing him to continue his ass fuck. He had sufficiently relaxed to continue his fuck. Slowly, he slid in and out of her hot ass. He could think of nothing which felt as good as his cock in her ass. Her nethery soft ass cheeks were pressing against his hips. The intense heat and softness inside her ass was like nothing he had ever felt before. After several brief plunges, he found his hips coming up firmly against the flexible cheeks of her ass. He increased his tempo. She was giving out little kitten cries each time his cock thrust it's way inside her. He could feel her fingers touching his balls occasionally, as she stimulated her mound. Simon reached beneath Melody and cupped one firm breast in his hand. She shuddered at the touch, pushing her breast forward against his hand. "Oh, I'm going to cum so fucking big," she gasped. She was bouncing on his desk now, slapping her ass against his hips with each stroke. She liked the intense heat his cock was creating in her ass, and loins. It was a very peculiar heat, a heat that extended clear up to her breasts, and down to her toes. "That feels so fucking good," she gasped. She turned to watch his hard body pumping against her ass. He again marveled at her beauty, and her likeness to that famous singer. Since he could never get close to Britney, this was the next best thing. He found it ironic that he used to sit in his desk and fantasize about Melody, and now that he was actually fucking her, he was fantasizing about another woman. Of course most of the humor was lost on him, since he was about to have the biggest orgasm of his life. He held Melody's ass with a grip like a vise. Closing his eyes and panting, he intensified his attack, feeling the first tremors of an orgasm tickling his loins. It took only a moment for him to explode. Crying softly, he held his hard cock still, as it pumped it's thick cum into her ass. She quickly began stirring her mound with her fingers to bring herself to an orgasm as well. She didn't know that being fucked in the ass partially deadened her pussy and delayed her orgasm. She now had to over-stimulate her pussy to get herself off. It didn't take much. In no time at all she began panting, while grinding her ass against his sensitive cock. He swore, gritting his teeth while she humped her ass against his wilting cock, stimulating herself to a massive orgasm. Squealing and bucking, she closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against the cold wood of the desk, while her pussy tore her to pieces. Totally out of her control, it bucked and spasmed, feeling his wilting cock jerking inside her ass as she clenched it with her strong spinster muscles. Simon grabbed her soft hips and tried to hold them in a firm grip, but her wild gyrations continued. Slowly, after an eternity of over-stimulation, Simon felt her beginning to relax. He looked down at her perfect ass and reluctantly began pulling out. She gave a little cry when his cock pulled out of her ass, then wilted on his desk, breathing hard with her eyes closed, trying to regain control of her body. Simon took two packages of handi-wipes out of his desk drawer and handed one to Melody. He cleaned his hands and cock, then tossed it in the trash, before looking for his pants. "That was fucking wonderful," Melody gasped, slowly sitting up. "It was good," he admitted, "but I've lost a lot of time. Traffic will kill me if I don't leave soon." He saw the amazed, disappointed look on her face at his cool, calloused words. He stopped and smiled at her, then lowered his face to give her a kiss. "Just kidding," he said with a smile. "It really was wonderful. But I feel you only half won the wager, so I want to see you and your friend at 8:00 o'clock, Sunday night. I will, coincidentally, raise your grade two marks. Satisfied?" "Oh yes. Thank you, Mister Adams." "No problem. And any time you feel the need to improve your grade, stop by again," he said, grabbing his briefcase. He kissed her again and ran for the door. Melody laid across the desk with a dreamy smile on her face, until she realized that she was nearly naked and the door was unlocked. She quickly redressed. Crystal was a sexy redhead who had been giving her the eye in the shower. Most girls looked at Melody's tits in envy, but the look Crystal had given her was different. She had to make sure Crystal kept her calendar clear for Sunday night. She couldn't wait. Read 32457 times | Rated 77.2 % | (149 votes) Vote list (Close) : Please rate this text: |