As predicted, Ms. Vanessa Lawrence's plan to improve his grades had proved itself in spades. Thanks to his thorough fuck session with his voluptuous guidance counsellor, (and the several since then), Paul had pulled his grades out of the gutter. His confidence had also increased considerably. He suddenly found it easier to talk to girls, who, in kind, reciprocated with mutual interest. Apparently, Ms. Lawrence had kept her promise of spreading the word about his well-endowed 10 inch dong that hid beneath his pants.
Acting almost like it was on instinct, Paul noticed he was receiving more flirtatious interactions with the girls in his classes- and not just any girls- the popular cheerleaders- the truly developed, busty ones who typically pursued the football breed of douchebag. Paul was on top of the world. He hoped he'd soon be able to apply the things his goddess, Ms. Lawrence, had taught him.
That following Wednesday, Paul was finishing up with his habitual after-school love session with Vanessa. Despite her sexual insatiability and prowess, Ms. Lawrence had lost none of her tact. Once again he had her mounted among the papers and computer on her desk. He had her legs spread wide and dress bunched up about her waist as he sawed in and out of her with his huge member. His throbbing cock was soaked with the juices of her countless orgasms. He loved it.
"Ooooooh, Paulie, your penis is so good." She began panting heavily as her immaculate C+ size exposed boobs rose up and down hypnotically with every powerful thrust she received. Ever since their initial passionate encounter, Vanessa had broken it off with her boyfriend. She didn't want to keep living a lie with him- and besides, her home was a far more subtle love pad for her and Paul's illicit encounters.
Once again, Paul had hit his limit. With a final grunt, he emptied his hot load into Ms. Lawrence's welcoming vagina. Vanessa pulled herself off his member with a slurp and took it in his mouth, licking off the last hot remnants. She looked up at him and smiled.
"I think you're ready," she said, grinning in approval of her eighteen year old lover. She gave his cock a playful, well-meaning pat.
Paul was confused. "Ready for what?"
Vanessa looked at him incredulously as she began doing up the buttons on her blouse.
"For Mrs. Davis- your Health teacher. The Academic Improvement Plan. Remember?" She winked at him and began the enviable task of stuffing her perfect melons back into her blouse. She stuffed her bra in her handbag, not bothering to put it back on. She then sat onto the desk and began pulling on her soaked panties.
"Oh, yeah..." Paul said, hesitantly.
"What's wrong, hun?" Vanessa inquired, stroking his hand. "We've been practicing for weeks. You're more than ready."
"Yeah, but is that even necessary now? I mean I'm already doing way better in class." Paul said.
"Let's not get ahead of yourself now, Paulie. You're squeaking out 70s. You're capable of much more than that."
"I guess so... But Mrs. Davis seems so experienced. What if I can't compete?"
"Honey, once she sees what you have to offer, you're a shoe-in!" She gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. "Besides, maybe you'll be able to learn some new techniques to share with me."
"Now that," thought Paul, "is an excellent point."
"I'll do it!" he announced in total naked glory.
***
The following day seemed to shoot by. Paul now found himself in his Health class with Mrs. Katrina Davis. The whole class seemed to be a sensual blur. He couldn't concentrate to save his life. He was way too fixated on his after-school meeting to learn anything. He became focused on the tight teal sweater that clung to Davis' curvatures. Even though she was in her mid-thirties, she was still one hot number. Paul had no doubt that Vanessa too would possess such sexiness ten/fifteen years from how. Thanks to Ms. Lawrence, Paul was trained to drink in every nuanced jiggle that breasts had to offer. Though they were not as large, Mrs. Davis still showcased sizable boobs in her low cut top that showed the tops of her cleavage. It wasn't until he heard a slight gasp that he realized he was sporting a huge boner under his jeans. Despite his best efforts, one could easily see the outline of his enormous schlong.
He looked over to see the source of the noise. Beside him sat Emma Lord, a dazzling blonde, who apparently, had grown impressive breasts over the summer. She had also just turned eighteen the previous week, so she was open for business as far as Paul was concerned. Shocked by her neighbour's package, she snapped out of her daze as she noticed Paul timidly smile at her, red-faced. She gave him a smile of approval and winked. Paul's boner swelled. Emma tried to suppress her awe, overcome by the unexpected discovery.
Paul closed his eyes and tried to imagine dead puppies, or that time as a child when he had walked in on his grandmother getting out of the tub. He thought himself in the clear when suddenly he felt a hand underneath the desk. He almost screamed in shock. He looked down to see that Emma had begun to run her hands over his rock-hard penis. Paul did his best to employ all of his preventative-ejaculatory tricks that Ms. Lawrence had taught him. The exhibitionism of the situation was too much. Thank god they were in the back row and Mrs. Davis had her back to the class.
He put his hand down to stop her. He was again caught by surprise as Emma grabbed it and shoved it under the depths of the short skirt she was wearing. What he felt was a wet blissful warmth. Emma was not wearing underpants. "What is going on?" he wondered.
Seizing the brief second of opportunity, Paul returned the favour to Emma, expertly locating her clitoris and rubbing it gently between his fingers. His thumb and forefinger moistened at the touch. He looked up to see Emma's nipples, now hardened and strained agains the white fabric of her shirt. He began to suspect she was also going braless.
Suddenly Mrs. Davis spun back round to the class, her brilliant blue eyes pierced the crowd. In a flash, Paul withdrew his hand from Emma's pussy and began working on his class assignment. His penis was on fire. Emma looked positively elated.
After what seemed like hours, the bell for lunch finally rang. The class rose to bustle out of the room. Still swollen, Paul waited for the others to leave, trying his best to look nonchalant. Gazing out the window, his attention was drawn to the sound of something being dropped on his desk. It was a note. Eagerly grabbing the paper, Paul read it. It said:
Dear Paul, where have you been hiding THAT?
I'm very impressed. I've been holding out for the right guy.
I think you're it. I'm ready when you are.
Come and get it,
Em. XO
Although he was not a religious man by any means, Paul couldn't help but look up at the ceiling and thank whatever righteous God of Sex was up there, looking out for his cock.
From the front of the room, he heard Mrs. Davis ask, "Are you ok?"
