"Tryst of the Arithmatic"
My name is Tim, and high school sucks. Especially when I'm stuck in tenth grade when I recently turned 18. See, my parents moved us around a couple times when I was younger, which meant that when I transferred to this school, I had to be held back because I didn't have the right classes taken to advance, or something like that. Combine that with my birthday being two weeks after new years eve, and I'll be 20 when I graduate.
Talk about uncool.
I've been taller than my class-mates for a year or more, but most of them were catching up to me by now. I had dark hair and dark eyes and an unremarkable build, so it was easy to be low energy and just blend into the brickwork. I didn't have any friends amongst them really, just one or two guys who I'd eat lunch with were all who i ever spoke to really. I just didn't feel right where I was, which is probably what allowed my general apathy about class to grow, which led to detention.
Quite a bit of it.
It started a couple months after I turned 18. I was in my English class, slumped down in my chair in the back of the class while the teacher droned on about something that only he was interested about. I was intent on covering the entire first page of my notebook with pencil graphite, but before I could complete it, the teacher had walked by and saw I wasn't taking notes. Since it wasn't the first time I hadn't been concentrating, Mr. Kilpatrick tapped his finger on my desk and said, "See me after class, Mr. White."
Needless to say, I got detention. I don't think he liked my attitude.
So when the final bell rang, I made my way to the detention classroom. I didn't even know who the teacher was, so when I entered the room, I was transfixed by the vision at the whiteboard.
She was of middling height, with dirty blonde hair that hung down to the middle of her shoulder blades, and big green eyes that flashed with authority when she glanced at me when I came in.
"Take a seat, Mr. White."
So I did, automatically, hardly taking my eyes off of her. Her body was perfect, not grossly fat at all, but not the rail-thin norm that you see too often on the porn sites. I doubt I would be able to see her ribs had I been able to see her with her shirt off.
She had a little ass that pushed out her skirt nicely, which, when she accidentally dropped the dry-erase marker, she inadvertently gave me a nice view of. Her hips were shapely, wide, but not ungainly; hips that give a nice hourglass figure. She wore a button-down shirt, which was tight enough that when she wrote with fluid strokes on the whiteboard a series of math equations, made her perky breasts jiggle inside the material, just enough to give me a show, but not enough for me to see all the details.
With her pale white skin and no-nonsense, yet understanding demeanor, this woman was a goddess to my mind. And I didn't even know her name.
She capped the black dry-erase and set it down, then turned around and put her hands on her desk, leaning over it and looking at me. I froze, until I realized that I had come in and sat down without even realizing I was the sole occupant of the room. Well, besides this vision of beauty, of course.
"I'm Ms Halvorsen, I usually teach 11th grade algebra, but today I'll be your detention teacher."
I just nodded, my attention on her, and nothing else.
"Since this is your first time here, I want you to write me a two-page paper on why you think you were put here today. You have less than an hour to complete it, so I would recommend you get started."
I loved the sound of her voice. It comforted me as a warm fireplace does when one returns indoors from the blowing cold outdoors, akin to the daily drudgery of my daily existence. I was in love, I was sure of it. So sure, that I knew she was saying something else, but I knew not what it was, although it didn't matter. Her voice was so lovely.
"Mr. White? Tim, did you hear what I said?"
I snapped back to reality, and clicked my teeth together before I began to drool. I didn't hear what she said after I heard my assignment, but I nodded anyway.
Ms Halvorsen arched one perfect eyebrow at me before returning to the whiteboard to complete tomorrow's equations. I was transfixed again, but managed to pull myself together enough to write a half-assed paper on why I thought I was in detention.
When 4:20 rolled around, I gathered my things and walked to the desk with paper in hand. When she reached for it, our fingers touched, and I felt an electricity spark between us, as though there was a deep connection just waiting to be realized. Ms Halvorsen dropped the paper and shook her hand with a surprised gasp at the static zap I had given her.
"Oh, these dry months are annoying!" She said as she reached for a lotion bottle from one of her drawers.
"Yeah, winter sucks." I lamely responded.
"Okay, you can go, young man," Her eyes met mine, freezing my heart as well as setting it aflame, "I hope to never see you in here again."
I stumbled out of the room in a daze. I had a feeling that I would be seeing her many times.
As I lay in bed that night, I formulated a way to see her that would seem like random detentions. I weighed the attitudes and dispositions of my teachers and figured how many times I could get a detention from them without them getting suspicious of me having motives, and at the same time to not fail their class. I wouldn't want to bomb out of school before I got this gorgeous woman alone again.
So, the following week, on a Wednesday instead of a Tuesday, from my math teacher instead of my English teacher, I got a detention.
I was actually excited when I got close to Ms Halvorsen's door, a strange experience, since I hadn't been excited about much in school unless it was the final bell to go home.
"Well if it isn't Tim White, gracing me with his presence again."
I grinned at her, and she smiled back. My heart fluttered as I took a seat in the once again empty room, analyzing her smile. Does she think I'm attractive? Or was she just being polite?
I settled into my seat as Ms Halvorsen dug in a desk drawer and came up with a sheaf of about 20 pages of paper with math problems on them, and slowly came around the desk to walk towards me, her low heels clacking on the tile floor. I managed to keep my eyes on hers as she came toward me, those bright green eyes set in that well-proportioned face making it easy to keep eye contact. She was so beautiful.
She dropped the sheaf of papers on my desk, making me jump. She giggled at my reaction, then tapped the papers.
"You aren't going to get through these by twenty after four, just do as many as you can."
With that, she turned on her heel and walked back to her desk. Today she had on blue jeans, very tight fitting blue jeans that showed me just how awesome her rear end was. And she was making it work too, almost as though she knew I was watching. Her hips swivelled with each step, one buttock clenching as she put her weight on it, and then relaxing as she stepped forward. Around and around.
As her back was turned, I adjusted my cock to a more comfortable position as it swelled and lengthened at the sight of her well-clad rear end.
I quickly averted my view and busied myself with the math questions in front of me as Ms Halvorsen glanced over at me as she turned behind her desk to sit down. It didn't take me too long to realize that I was in over my head with these mathematics. I had seen some aspects of this stuff on the white board in my math class, but it was just so very boring that I couldn't concentrate on it, and therefore it couldn't keep my interest.
I squirmed in my chair, my hard-on fading, wondering what to do. I had no idea where to start with these questions, so I figured I would ask the teacher.
The sexy goddess teacher who was also a math teacher. Lucky me!
"Uhh, Ms Halvorsen? I don't know what I'm doing here, could you help me?"
She frowned with concern and came over to my desk.
"These are tenth grade worksheets, and you don't know how to even finish one?"
I shook my head, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Sometimes I wonder what Mr. Lemmon does all day in that class…" Ms Halvorsen shook her head, then she saw my flushed cheeks and averted eyes, and changed demeanor quickly.
"Oh no, Tim, don't blame yourself." she said with concern in her voice, "Sometimes students fall through the cracks in the education system, it's not your fault!" she put a warm, soft hand on my arm in reassurance, and surprisingly, I felt reassured. I looked up at her gorgeous green eyes.
"What do I do?" I was surprised at how much I cared about math right now. Instead of feeling disconnected and unconcerned about math, like I did in Mr. Lemmon's class, I felt empowered and confident here in detention, next to Ms Halvorsen.
She patted my arm and smiled.
"Don't worry, you just need a tutor, someone who can help you along. I'd be willing to tutor you, if you want me to of course!"
A way to spend time after school with this wonderful woman without resorting to detention? Count me in! I nodded earnestly, eliciting another giggle from her.
"Okay, okay, I'll set up a tutoring schedule for the next few weeks, and we will go from there. Never had any student as excited to do math as you!"
It might've just been me, but I thought that Ms Halvorsen put a bit more emphasis on the word 'math' than regular conversation required.
For the rest of the detention, we worked out the basics of what I had missed, and I was even able to do some of the problems on the worksheet by the time we quit for the day. As I stood beside my desk, gathering up my stuff, Ms Halvorsen came over to me.
"Well done today, Tim. You're picking this up easily! I knew you just needed the right teacher. You've just got to work on your concentration."
Her eyes at this point flicked down to look at something, which was the small bulge in my pants from where my dick had settled post-hard-on as I was sitting down. She grinned coyly as she looked back at my eyes.
"And I've got an idea on how to improve your concentration that you might like."
With that, she walked back behind her desk, leaving me in a miasma of wonder.
"I'll see you on Monday at 4:30, Tim. Don't be late."
I nodded at her and gulped, making two steps toward the door before realizing I had forgotten my pack. I quickly grabbed it and stepped around the desks and chairs toward the door.
Casting one last glance at my new tutor, I saw that she was checking out my own rear end as I had hastily walked to the classroom door. She smiled at me as our eyes met, and I smiled back before pushing the door open and heading for home.
All the rest of that week and the weekend I wondered and pondered at what Ms Halvorsen had meant by helping me to concentrate. I knew what I thought was inferred by the looks and smiles and everything else, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions and make a fool of myself. So in the end I decided to expect nothing but straight-edged teacher stuff, probably a mental exercise of some sort.
Try as I might though I couldn't keep the vision of her ass as she walked slowly away from me out of my mind.
Monday came slowly, the weekend seemed to crawl by. I didn't remember any other time that I was so excited to get to school. The classes themselves dragged by as I waited to see what Ms Halvorsen had in store for me.
Finally I arrived early, and knocked on the door to her classroom. I looked up and down the hall nervously; there was no one else in sight, not even a janitor. The banks of lockers stretched away towards the hallway junctions only interrupted by classroom doors, not a sound was to be heard.
The door opened, and I beheld a vision of beauty.
There she stood with her dirty blonde hair curled and teased in an elaborate shape, her green eyes highlighted by the makeup she wore. Her lips were a soft shade of red, a complimentary contrast to her whitener teeth as she smiled when our eyes met. She wore another button-down shirt, one that had the top couple buttons already undone, showing me some of her cleavage that I frantically attempted to avoid staring at.
"Come on in, Tim! I'm glad you're early, we can get started immediately."
I stepped through the doorway and she closed the door behind me as I took a seat in the front row, dropping my backpack on the chair next to mine. Again, we were alone, our only companion the afternoon sunlight casting a beam through the windows that stretched across the floor.
The whiteboard was already covered with equations that made me groan inwardly. Despite my surprising progress the previous time I was here, the sight of so much math to do was already making my eyes cross with apprehension.
Ms Halvorsen must've picked up on my reluctance.
"Don't be nervous, Tim. I'm going to help you through this, and soon enough you won't need my help."
She came around her desk, a couple of note cards in her hands, which she dropped on my desktop.
"These are cheat sheets, which will help you to remember the equations and when to apply them."
I half-heartedly glanced at them, and nodded. She bent over my desk to point out something specific on the first note card, but that's when I lost what she was saying.
From this angle, with her shirt open as much as it was, I could see all of the insides of her milky white breasts, and where they were held in place by her lacy white bra. My mouth opened some and I stared, too distracted to remember what Ms Halvorsen was explaining; they were just so wonderful. After a moment, she got my attention finally.
"Tim? Tim are you paying attention?"
I snapped my teeth together and looked up at her eyes, her lovely big green eyes. Her face held a knowing look, as though she was not surprised in the least. She stood up, and rolled her shoulders, making her breasts heave and relax, along with my breathing. She put her hands on her hips as I stuttered to apologize, but she just smiled and waved it off.
"Its okay Tim, I know how you feel. In fact, last time we spoke, I mentioned that I have an idea about how to make you focus, and now is as good a time as any to implement it."
She reached up to her button-up shirt and began to undo more buttons. I couldn't believe my eyes as more and more of her alabaster skin was revealed, her breasts held in place by her white bra. She looked up at me as she worked.
"So you find me attractive, Tim?"
I nodded slowly, mesmerized by the sight in front of me. I didn't even realize that I had a boner the size of the Washington Monument, and it was staring my teacher in the face. She looked down and grinned at the sight between my legs.
"Yes, I can tell that you do."
Off came her shirt, which she folded neatly. She was by no means flat chested, in fact just the opposite, but her breasts were not huge or ungainly: they fit the frame of her body perfectly. I dazedly figured that one of her boobs would cup perfectly in the palm of my hand. My dick surged in my pants at the thought.
Ms Halvorsen pointed a well-manicured finger in the general region of my crotch as she began to turn towards the door, giving me an awesome profile shot of her body.
"Why don't you free that monster while I lock the door, okay?"
I nodded and busily fumbled with my pants zipper while Ms Halvorsen threw the bolt on the door and pulled the shade down over the windows, denying all prying eyes any sight of what was about to happen.
Finally I freed my monster, which was about average size from what the internet has told me. Five and a half inches long and half again as big around as a half-dollar coin. It must've been adequate at least, because when Ms Halvorsen turned back to me, her eyes lit up and she bit at the side of one lip, a hum of appreciation coming from her throat.
"Why Tim, you have a nice penis! Let me get a closer look."
She stepped closer to me, every step making her bra-clad boobs jiggle suggestively. She giggled as she watched me stare at her, and ran her fingers through my hair as she came up close to me, her tits staring me in the face from behind their cover.
"You're so cute." she said as her fingers left my hair. She picked up her folded shirt and laid it on the floor between my feet, and gingerly got to her knees between my legs, using her shirt as a pad for her knees. She sighed as she ran her hands up my jeans-clad legs, staring at the throbbing member in front of her face. I was nervous and excited at the same time, watching as she edged closer and closer to my cock. Before she touched it though, her gaze looked past my cock and into my face.
"Now, I'm doing this to help you concentrate. This is going to be fun, for the both of us, but I do want you to succeed at school. I have your best interests in mind."
I nodded, but right now, math was very far from my mind. I would have nodded at anything she said at this point.
Ms Halvorsen licked her lips, gently grasped my shaft in her right hand, pulling back so that it stood up straight, opened her mouth and daintily closed her lips over the head of my cock. I groaned lightly as I felt her tongue feel around the end of my cock as she let it slowly, wetly, slide out from between her lips with a slight popping noise. Then she dove gracefully back onto it, taking the glans of my dick plus an inch or more into her mouth; the bottom of my shaft sliding over the silkiness of her tongue as she slowly drew me out again.
I was entranced by the way her gorgeous lips formed around the shaft of my cock, her lips stretching as she allowed my swollen purple glans to slip out between them. For a moment she kissed at my cock, at the curves where my glans gave way to the thin skin of my shaft, and at the old dark scar of my circumcision; her gentle lips melting against the muscular heat of my fully erect member.
Her eyes, all but closed as she sampled her new toy, flicked open as she kissed my cock, looked at me in the eyes as I watched her, fascinated. I had never had this done to me, and despite having seen this done on the porn sites, I was in completely new territory. I was getting my dick sucked by my math teacher!
She closed her eyes again as she leaned forward and grabbed my cock-head with her lips again, letting go with her hand, and slowly pressed her head down on my rod. Her hair fell forward around her face as she descended, a cascade of varying shades of dirty blonde came to rest with a tickle on the exposed skin of my hips and upper thighs. More and more of my shaft disappeared past her lips, with each half inch gone into her mouth my fascination and arousal rose another notch. I felt my glans press and slide against the roof of her mouth until it pushed past some tissue, which I assumed to be her uvula, and pressed up against the back of her throat. She angled her head differently and pushed some more, and I felt my dick slide an inch more past her lips and slip down her throat a little before seeing and feeling her nose press against my lower belly.
I leaned my head back and groaned as I felt the entirety of my cock held in the slimy, hot embrace of her mouth and throat; her tongue wriggling against the anterior side of my shaft as she lightly bounced her head against my pelvis. Finally she backed off of me, her hands pressing against my thighs as my now-soaked dick emerged from her mouth. Her lips were pressed tightly against the skin of my shaft as she drew off of it, as when the head of my dick popped from between them, she blew out her breath on my slick dick and delicately drew in a deep breath before going back to work.
Flipping her hair over her shoulders, Ms Halvorsen once again entrapped the last few inches of me inside her mouth and began bobbing up and down with a regular rhythm. Her eyes looked up at me, and it gave me such a thrill to look into my math teacher's eyes as she was sucking my cock that I felt a familiar stirring in my loins.
It built so rapidly that I hardly had time to say anything.
"Ms Halvorsen, I'm- ugh!"
Her repetitive head-bobbing had done the trick. My balls drew up tight against me as my seed was coaxed forth, mixing with various fluids before rushing out through my cock and into her mouth. She had intuited the meaning of my hasty words, and backed off so that she held the head of my cock in between her lips, allowing my semen to gush forth and collect on her tongue and beneath it. I grunted and groaned and my hips bucked unconsciously as I unloaded burst after burst of my cum into her mouth.
I finally quit shooting, and looked back down at her as she carefully let my glans slip from between her lips, careful not to dribble any of my cum onto the floor. She pushed her hair back again, worked her jaw as she used her tongue to gather the thick liquid together, and then swallowed it all in one gulp. She ahhh-ed in appreciation and then licked her lips, keeping her eyes locked with mine.
"That was a lot!" she said, her hands rubbing my thighs as she coyly watched me catch my breath. "I knew you wouldn't last long, but that's okay."
Gently she cleaned off my cock with her tongue until it was drier than before, then pulled my shorts up over my junk, letting the band settle around my waist. Then, she got to her feet, catching her shirt up off the tile floor, and shook it out before pushing her arms into the sleeves and buttoning the shirt back up. I watched with a sort of sadness as her wonderful bra containing her secretive breasts were hidden once again behind a layer of fabric. Doing up my own pants, I looked around from my seat; it was as though nothing had transpired besides regular school activities.
"Okay, mister, now that we've had our fun, let's turn our attention to mathematics!"
In my post-orgasm haze, I found that I was indeed able to concentrate better, even learned a few things that day. For an hour after the blowjob event, we worked at math, and I was surprised to find that I felt confident in my ability to get better at math, in fact it was even enjoyable. By the time 5:30 rolled around, I was doing the basic-level math without my teacher's help.
"You're picking this up well, Tim! I'm so proud of you!"
"Thanks, Ms Halvorsen, I couldn't have done all this without your help."
She smiled at me, the sincerity of the smile somehow evident to me. I knew right there that I loved that smile, and would do most anything to have her smile again. I realized I was staring, and quickly averted my gaze and continued to pack up my stuff. Her hand resting on my shoulder made me look at her concerned face again.
"Don't feel ashamed about what we did today, Tim. That was a harmless bit of fun designed to help you relax and concentrate, and it worked. It wasn't anything more than that. And look at all you've done!"
She pointed back to the whiteboard at the list of equations that I had solved today. I nodded, a sense of accomplishment resettling in my chest.
"You're right, Ms Halvorsen. Thank you for everything."
"You're very welcome!"
We paused at the door before leaving.
"Same thing, next week?"
I nodded, "Sounds good to me!"
My teacher laughed with a dirty look in her eye, "I'll bet it does. Now go home and take a shower!"
And I did just that.
Every Monday for weeks after that, I would finish the school day, go to Ms Halvorsen's class, get my dick sucked, and then we would do math for the remainder of the allotted time. I was actually showing marked improvement in my mathematics, and even my math teacher was surprised. I actually had a vested interest in the subject now, could be because of how Ms Halvorsen associated a sexual event with mathematics for me, or it could be just that I needed the right person to assist me in learning. Whatever it was, I was improving, even outstripping my peers as the months went on.
It was so hot when Ms Halvorsen was sucking on my dick, even more so when I came in her mouth and she swallowed it all. She obviously liked the taste of what I produced, even though she never said it, there was never a souring of the face or any other bad reaction, all she ever did was smile and lick her lips. Five more mondays, five more blowjobs before the tutoring sessions, Every time I was blown away by the experience and couldn't imagine anything cooler. I strutted through the halls between classes, feeling on top of the world! But by the time the sixth tutoring session drew near, I had a thought occur to me.
Every time she went down on my dick, she removed her shirt and used it as a kneepad, but she never removed her bra. I didn't know why, but then again, I didn't know why she was doing this in the first place. Was she hot for me, and wanted a future with me? Was she just getting a sexual thrill from sucking me off and the improving school performance was just an unexpected side-effect? Or was she telling the truth, in that yes, blowjobs were fun, but it really helped with concentration, and that she was seriously concerned with my well-being. I had no reason to believe that she was lying to me, so I decided that she was in fact sincere, so there was no reason that I shouldn't be sincere with her as well.
"Ms Halvorsen, can I ask you a question?"
It was the sixth tutoring monday, at the beginning of May, and Ms Halvorsen had just finished unbuttoning her shirt. She smiled at me as she slipped it off her arms; her unblemished white skin gleaming like alabaster.
"Of course Tim, what is it?"
I looked at her chest as she folded up her shirt in anticipation of kneeling on it, her breasts supported by a white bra again. Her cleavage called to me, and I returned my gaze to her eyes, my dick already halfway hard.
"Can I see your boobs?"
She cocked her head at my question, then flexed her chin and raised her brow, a thoughtful expression, then quirked the corner of her mouth in a sneaky half-smile before saying, "Oh why not, we've gone this far."
Her smile broadened and she laughed a little bit before reaching behind her back with both hands and gave a little twist of her wrist. Her boobs, formerly held in place, descended the slightest bit, and Ms Halvorsen pulled the bra off of her chest and her arms out of the straps.
And there they were.
I was dumbfounded; I had never once seen a pair of boobs in real life, and I was not disappointed by any means. They were round and plump, with pink aeriolas and nipples that got hard when they were exposed to the fresh air. As she turned to set her bra down on her desk, I got a side view of them as well; her boobs sat such that her nipples were slightly upturned, proud and wonderful, with full, curved plumpness rounding out the undersides. They were perfect in my mind at that moment.
She turned back to me with a mischevious grin on her face and shook her shoulders back and forth, causing her boobs to jiggle and bounce back and forth across her chest. I was agape, hypnotized by her boobs, my mind in lockdown as I tried to process what I was seeing. I knew I liked it, a lot, but beyond that, you couldn't get anything coherent out of me if you tried. So when my jaw dropped open, Ms Halvorsen giggled sweetly and glanced down at herself.
As my teacher reached up and tweaked her nipples between her thumb and index finger, she met my eyes and asked with false innocence, "Do you like my boobs, Tim?"
I nodded, my mouth open a little bit and my steel rod of a cock straining at the front of my pants.
She stalked toward me, one foot in front of the other, her boobs jostled ever so slightly at every step. I was still seated at my desk, so when she came up to me and reached out to run her fingers through my hair, her boobs were just above eye level for me.
"You can touch them if you want to."
At her permission, I reached up slowly with first one hand and then the other to gently grasp her boobs, which were both soft and firm at the same time, with a surface that my fingers sank into, but maintained the original shape when my hand drew back. When I touched her, she drew in a deep breath and sighed, a little bit of her voice leaking into the sigh. I ran my hands along her contours, the shapes and borders of her breasts giving me an erotic thrill as I learned them.
"Here Tim," Ms Halvorsen said as she took her hand from where it had been playing with my hair, and put it on the back of my head, "kiss my nipple."
I allowed her to move my head forward as she pressed her chest toward me, and guided her right nipple to my lips. I opened my mouth and then closed my lips on her nipple, which was big enough for my lips to get a little grip on. My teacher sucked her breath in through her teeth as I kissed her nipple, and I felt her fingers tighten in the hair at the back of my head. I got the impression that she didn't just want me to kiss her once, so I continued to kiss her now-hard nipple. Soon I was suckling on her, pulling her nipple into my mouth and sucking on it. It felt right, doing this, like I had done it before, although I didn't remember doing so.
I could hear my teacher's breathing now, her breath ruffling my hair. She pressed me against her a little harder, so I sucked a little harder on her. Another minute went by this way before she pulled me off of her, her nipple snapping from between my lips with a little popping noise. I looked up at her face as she used both her hands to cup my cheeks.
"You're so cute, Tim." she said with a breathless smile, and she leaned in to plant her lips against mine. We kissed for a moment, she leading the action, since I was completely clueless about what I was doing; her lips opened against mine, and her tongue snuck in for a moment to touch my teeth and tongue.
We broke apart soon after, and as Ms Halvorsen displayed her boobs for me to suck on again, I saw her hand creep down the front of the skirt she was wearing. I didn't think much of it immediately, since I had boobs pressed in my face again, so I just pressed my mouth against her left boob and caught the nipple between my lips, and went to work.
It wasn't long before Ms Halvorsen began to breathe heavier and louder, and then her breaths quickened, her breasts heaving on her chest until finally, with the hand she had had in my hair, she grabbed my head and pulled it against her chest, smashing her boobs against my face, and her whole body convulsed once, twice, three times, in time with the breaths she pushed out into my hair, tinged with her voice.
For a moment, she just vibrated ever so slightly, and held me to her breast. I didn't quite know what to do, so I just wrapped my arms around her midsection, my hands caressing the bare, warm flesh of her back. I felt comforted in her arms, pressed against her boobs, and since I could breathe, I didn't mind it at all, in fact it felt nice!
She finally pulled away, and I was surprised to see a glimmer of a tear before she brushed it away with the back of a finger.
"Thank you Tim, I haven't had someone- well, thank you Tim. You're a fine young man."
I smiled at her, taking in the sight of my teacher topless again. It was strange seeing her without a shirt or bra on, with those wonderful boobs hanging out, but it was a good strange. I wanted to see her like that more, in fact.
But time was against us. Ms Halvorsen glanced at the clock, and gasped in surprise, "Oh my God, look at the time!" her eyes flipped over to me, with my hard on still tenting my pants, "Let me take care of you real quick, we've got to get some work done!"
So she laid her shirt on the floor and knelt on it as I fished my dick out of my pants, the end of which was soaked in pre-cum, and held it out for her. She kissed the head and licked it, smiling and humming as she tasted my pre-cum, then opened wide and sucked it in. As my glans disappeared past her lips, I clasped my hands behind my head and let her go to work on me, familiar now with the proceedings.
I saw her now though as completely topless, and could imagine her boobs swinging as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. The soaking wet insides of her mouth combined with the flexible movements of her tongue soon had me groaning in pleasure.
I held my breath as I felt my insides open up: I shot rope after rope of fertile semen into my teacher's mouth; she had drawn back, keeping just the head of my cock in her mouth as I came, flicking at the underside with the tip of her tongue, her eyes boring into my eyes as she watched me cum. I released my breath in a whoosh as my orgasm high passed it's peak, and only a little squirt or two came out of me after that.
Ms Halvorsen slurped a little bit as she popped my drained and deflating dick out of her mouth, leaned her head back and swallowed the load in her mouth before getting to her feet and grabbing up her shirt. Through my post-nut haze, I watched her boobs jostle as she got to her feet and then reached down for her shirt and bra and put them both on. I fumbled putting my dick back in my pants, but managed it by the time Ms Halvorsen was clothed, and was rearranging her hair and pulling at corners of her clothing to make sure everything looked normal.
"Okay, time to do some math!" she said as she went to the board and after a quick peek at her desk book, began to write out an equation. Outwardly, it was as though nothing had happened.
By the time June rolled around, I was as good at the math at this grade as any other kid in my class. I was genuinely learning from my new tutor, and began to feel a little pride in myself for being able to do the work, instead of a pressing disinterest like I had felt before. Who knew that all I had needed was to be sufficiently motivated? Or maybe it was the specific person who helped me; perhaps Ms Halvorsen was the key ingredient here.
Regardless, I can say honestly that the methods that Ms Halvorsen used helped me to not only learn, but to want to learn. And I value that greatly, especially looking back on it in later years.
But as of right now, learning math was off to the side for me. I was getting a sexual education by a beautiful, tall, buxom beauty who administered her attentions with grace and enthusiasm. For the last six weeks or so, she took her bra off in from of me and let me suck on and play with her boobs while she frigged herself before she sucked the cum out of me. I was having the time of my life, and she seemed to be too!
But all good things must come to an end, and so when we entered the last couple weeks of school, I came at last to my last math-tutoring session. The final examinations were to begin later in the week, and I was completely prepared for them and confident. What I wasn't prepared for was my last math-tutoring session...
I walked down the hall towards Ms Halvorsen's room after class early in June, came to her door, and entered, smiling at the beautiful woman sitting behind her desk, and told her as much.
"Hello Ms Halvorsen, you look very pretty today!"
The middle of her cheeks got pink as she grinned and gave a self-conscious chuckle, "Awww, thank you Tim! You're a real charmer!"
I crooked a smile and set my back pack down next to my chair and got out the appropriate materials for learning as Ms Halvorsen came out from behind her desk, walked to the door and locked it, then headed toward me. She undid the top couple buttons of her shirt as she came toward me, and her shirt opened up to the point where I saw that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.
Sitting at the desk, I leaned back as my teacher leaned on her elbows in front of me, pressing her boobs together so that her cleavage lengthened and gave me quite a swell show. My eyes flicked from her boobs to her eyes before she started to speak.
"Tim, I've had a lot of fun with you these last few months, and I know you've been having fun too," she quirked a knowing smile at this, "and I'm so very glad that you've picked up on mathematics so well since I've been helping you."
She leaned closer to me over the desk, more of her breasts peeking through the half unbuttoned shirt, "And I'm happy to share my body with you, as I am happy to play with yours."
Then she stood back up, her breasts being once again swallowed by her shirt, and only a bit of cleavage peeking through the now narrow opening.
"I need to you to promise me something more dire than anything anyone has ever asked you."
I looked at her face intently, waiting.
"Never tell anyone- ANYone- what we have done here these past months. Never. If you do, the school could find out and I could get fired, or worse. Do you understand? This is a huge secret, just between you and me."
I nodded firmly, I was prepared to acknowledge that. I hadn't told a soul about what was going on between me and Ms Halvorsen, and hadn't planned on it, but it felt good to promise it. I knew in my heart that I would never intentionally betray her, and as I looked into her eyes, I resolved to never break that trust.
She must've seen it in my eyes, because she broke into a big smile.
"Good. I trust you. Now let's have a little fun before we get to work!"
Her smile turned a little teasy as she reached up with her hands and grabbed her boobs with her hands and gave them a jiggle as I watched. She giggled as my dick began to grow visibly beneath my shorts, and slowly stripped off her shirt, revealing her wonderful boobs. I looked at them with longing in my eyes, and she came close to me so that I could latch on to her with my lips. As I suckled at her breast, she wrapped her arms around my head and sighed as I stimulated her.
"I'm going to miss this." she said as I kissed and sucked. I felt the same, but my mouth was busy so I didn't respond. For a while I just sucked on one boob and fondled the other while she held me, and we were content. But after a while, she drew away from me, pushing me back against the back of the chair I was sitting in, and reached down with her hands to undo my pants, freeing my throbbing monster. My dick jumped forth when she pulled down my pants to my ankles, all five and a half inches standing proudly at full attention.
Instead of kneeling before me, Ms Halvorsen crouched down in front of me, grasped my dick, and enveloped the head with her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. I hummed in appreciation as I leaned back, letting this beautiful woman administer pleasure to me. I loved the feeling of her mouth surrounding my sensitive flesh, the sight of her beautiful eyes looking into mine as my cock slid in and out of her mouth.
She drew back, then plunged into me, letting go with her hand and engulfing every inch of me inside her mouth, my glans slipping down her throat slightly. Her nose pressed against my lower stomach for a second, before she slowly lifted her head off of my crotch, my cock drawing slowly out of her mouth, her lips clasping my shaft tightly until they bulged around my glans, which popped out of her mouth. She grinned and giggled, and reached for it with her hand, jerking my glistening member slowly.
For a moment she stared at me while she jerked me; she seemed to be lost in thought about something. She chewed on the corner of her lip in thought, and I was about to ask her if something was wrong, but she let go of me and stood up, my soaked cock slapping back against my stomach. I looked at her quizzically, unsure about what she was doing.
"I have a gift for you, Tim, for being so good to me, and because you worked hard at improving yourself."
Ms Halvorsen grasped the hem of her skirt and began to hike it up her milk-white thighs, my eyebrows rising higher and higher too, until a pair of white panties were revealed, which she stripped off and deposited on the floor somewhere. Formerly hidden was a patch of blonde pubic hair where her thighs met her torso, hiding treasure beneath it.
"Have you ever seen a woman's parts before, Tim?"
Her voice was husky, insistent. I shook my head no, "I saw diagrams in sex ed, but nothing else."
My teacher put her fingers in her mouth and rubbed the moistness in her crotch, exhaling sharply before saying, "Well, you're about to feel a woman, right now." And she closed the distance between us as I watched in wonderment. As she made her intent apparent, my chest seemed to surge: I wanted her so very badly.
She stepped over each of my legs in turn, and bent her legs to press her womanhood against my rigid shaft. I gasped; it was a lot wetter than I expected. She slid her wet parts up and down the underside of my shaft a few times by rocking her hips, her breasts just below my eye level. I looked up at her eyes, which were looking down at me with a mixture of emotions: care, excitement, and a terrible NEED.
"Don't hold back." She said, but before I could ask what she meant, she lifted up her hips and reached between us to grasp my cock with one hand. I felt my glans pressed against wet, hot flesh for a moment, and then I was suddenly gliding into her womanhood, feeling her flesh open up to accept my girth.
I gasped and exclaimed lightly as she pushed her hips down in one motion to rest solidly in my lap: she groaned with ardor and effort as she plunged my cock as deep as it would go in one fluid movement. I felt the end of my dick brush against a wall as it became completely engulfed by her hot and tight interior, and my balls rested against the bottom of her butt cheeks. Her hands came to rest on my shoulders, one hand holding the back of my head, the other gripping the chair back.
Before I could adapt to the situation, with a desperate gasp of her own, Ms Halvorsen used her legs to start sliding up and down my length, never drawing me more than an inch or so out of her at a time. Each time she sat down in my lap again, she vocalized, "Uh!", her voice echoing in the tiled room, and her boobs bounced in my face, her dirty blonde hair cascading down her chest to half-cover them.
Her voice changed the more she bounced in my lap, her vocalizations became more insistent, slightly louder, and more vowels added to them, like she barely had her mouth open at all and was grunting more and more through her teeth.
All this happened within the space of about ten seconds, after which I began to cum. Hard.
"Ms Halvorsen!" I managed to say, and she seemed to take my meaning.
"Agh! Don't! Hold! Back! Agh!" my teacher repeated, each word bitten out in time with slamming her entire pelvis against mine. I felt my cock swell as my fluid rushed through me; the slick walls of her vagina seeming to close around my shaft.
As I unconsciously flexed my butt and pressed upward against her, my teacher slammed herself against me and held herself there pressed against my crotch, and a drawn-out breathy squeal came from her throat, her brow furrowed, her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth wide open.
My cock erupted like a volcano as deep inside my teacher as I could reach, four, five, six times globules of my semen spit out of me and splashed against her interior. Her eyes opened and found my gaze as I painted her insides with my expended arousal. Her legs shivered on either side of me as we rode our respective climaxes to their end.
Impulsively, Ms Halvorsen leaned down and kissed me as our orgasms wound down, our tongues exploring one another's dentition while my cock twitched. I will never forget her taste, nor her passion. In that moment I loved her with every fiber of my being.
When we broke apart, I looked down and grasped one of her boobs, guiding the nipple into my mouth and sucking on the rock-solid tip. The woman in my lap with my dick buried in her guts moaned deeply, her arms winding around my head while her hips rocked ever so gently, moving me within her ever so slightly.
Finally, since my no-longer-virgin dick was deflating, my teacher got her feet under her again and lifted herself off of me, my completely sodden cock slipping out of her depths to smack against my belly wetly. She sighed as I left her embrace.
One, two, three little drips of my cum came out of her, one splashing on my hip, and the other two on the floor as she stood on slightly unsteady feet beside me and pushed her skirt down to it's regular length, her golden bush being hidden once again.
"Oh, Tim…" she said, running her fingers through my hair, "that was soooo good. Thank you. Thank you so much."
At the sound of her regular voice, logic descended upon me again. We were in a school, doing something we shouldn't be. So as she went over and picked up her other clothes, I pulled my pants up and made myself look presentable.
"But, Ms Halvorsen, I took sex education, doesn't this mean you're going to get pregnant?"
My teacher turned around from doing up her shirt and looked at me square in the eye, "Don't worry about that, Tim. It's not a problem."
I wondered how it couldn't be a problem, but as I looked at her face filled with satisfaction and certainty, I nodded and brushed my concern away.
She hooked her long blonde hair behind one ear and came toward me.
"We aren't going to have any more tutoring, not any more today, and no more this school year. You're ready for the finals."
I nodded, because I agreed with her.
"And here," She said, holding out her hand, "take these."
She bequeathed to me her white panties, with a damp spot in the crotch. I took them and stared at them before returning my eyes to her gaze.
"Remember me." She said before giving me one last smooch and walking me to the door. With all my belongings gathered, with the exception of the semen I left inside her, there was nothing else to do but leave now. I was sad to go.
I turned to her at the door, "Maybe I'll have you for math class next year?" I asked hopefully.
She smiled and said, "Anything is possible!"
We said our reluctant and all-too-hasty good-byes, and I left.
She was right: I was ready for the final exams. I aced the math tests, and barely squeaked by With a passing grade in the other classes. School ended before I could find some way to see Ms Halvorsen again, and I entered the summer months in a mixture of emotions. I smelled her panties every day until they ran out of smell, the scent bringing back vividly the events of that last day with her. She affected me heavily.
But, I was a young man, and even though I kept the memories, I became less and less sad as the summer dragged on, figuring that this is the way that things had to be. I didn't put too much more thought into it, besides the fact that we had met, experienced each other, and left one another to go our separate ways. I became content with that.
The months passed, and I found myself facing the 11th grade. I wasn't nervous or anything, but when I saw my teacher list for the new year, my heart jumped up into my throat.
There at the top was Ms Halvorsen as my math teacher.
I came to school on September 1st nervous as hell, as my first class was mathematics. I walked in a case through the familiar halls crowded with students until I came to her door. I hesitated, took a deep breath and walked into the room.
Most of my classmates were already present, and so was Ms Halvorsen, seated at her desk, writing something on a sheet of paper. She didn't notice me, so I went and took one of the desks that were still empty, near the middle of the room. She looked stunning, her hair a little longer than when I last saw her, her skin still the flawless shade of alabaster.
The ball rang and the students slowly quieted down. Ms Halvorsen I looked up and put her pen down and addressed her class.
"Welcome back! I'll be your algebra teacher this year, my name is Ms Halvorsen."
She stood up and moved around her desk, and my jaw dropped to the floor.
Her body was just as perfect as it was more than four months ago, but her belly pressed out against her blouse, creating a quite-noticeable bulge beneath her breasts as she stood up straight. Her eyes caught mine as she fiddled with a dry-erase marker in her hand.
She was pregnant!
She held my gaze for a split second, then popped the cap off the marker and turned to write at the board, her profile showing just how far along she was; about four months. Four months ago she had taken my seed, and I knew she wasn't married, and never spoke about a boyfriend.
I was completely dumbstruck. I had given my teacher a baby.
"This is a tough class," she said as she began to write an equation out on the whiteboard, "so I'll be glad to tutor anyone who has trouble grasping the math once a week after school."
She capped the marker and turned around again, displaying her pregnant belly. Her eyes roved the class, lingering on me again, and fire lit in her eyes for me. I surreptitiously grinned at her, and she slow-blinked at me before returning to her teaching.
I began to look forward to my eleventh grade math classes.
