Though your imagination begins to run rampant at just what Miss Lange could have meant when she asked you to assist her with her "research," you have seen one too many low quality creature feature movies that begin just this way: some student is tempted to be a lab rat by a beautiful woman, and is turned into some abomination. Though Miss Lange is an English teacher, not some mad chemist or biologist. Nonetheless, you are new to this school, and with all the rumors about Miss Stoller trying to expel every one of the newly admitted males, it is probably in your best interest not to agree to anything blindly...just yet.
"What sort of research Miss Lange?"
"Ah," says the red headed professor, "I see you are a bit of skeptic. Well fair enough. You know how method actors spend months becoming the character they are to portray? I like to look at myself as the novelist's version of a method actor. In the novel I am working on, a young female teacher becomes...involved...with one of her students. The main difference between what I am trying to do with my book and the increasingly frequent news coverage about similar teacher/student liaisons is that my story will take place within an environment which is far more permissive in matters concerning sexuality. That is a large part of the reason on why I took this job. Skyviews School allows me the ability to immerse myself in the character I am trying to create."
As Miss Lange has been explaining her unique writing style, you have noticed several changes in her appearance. Though several of the buttons on her shirt had been undone by the time the rest of the class had exited, now it is completely undone and her sheer lace bra is doing little, if anything, to hid her arousal. Through the material Miss Lange's nipples are standing very erect, almost to the point where you began to find it difficult to concentrate on what she is saying to you.
"That is where you come in ," hearing your name snaps you back to reality, "while my experiements with your female classmates have been incredible, to say the least, in the setting of a school like this one lacks even the slightest sense of breaking any social boundaries. I want you, one of the few male students in this predominately female student body, to serve as my muse of sorts. If you are interested I would like you to become the inspiration for the student in my novel, but for that to work you are going to have commit to many long nights of...co-operation"
"I must say, Miss Lange I am intrigued by your offer. I would certainly be interested in becoming the inspiration for your novel's hard body," you say with perhaps an over-eager grin on your face. The prospect of a long term affair with the gorgeous red head is almost unbelievable, if it had not been for the prior events you have gone through since arriving at this school, that is.
Now it is Miss Lange's turn to smile at you. "I am glad to hear you say that , though you do not have the position just yet. The stories your classmates have written about you and...other indicators," she says as her eyes drift down to the bulge in your pants, "have merely earned you an application of sorts." As she says this she steps forward and places her crimson lips upon yours. As her tongue enters your mouth you reach down and grab her full ass with both hands, squeezing and pulling her even closer into you. When your teacher finally breaks the kiss she moans, "However, I think you have more than earned a trial run."
As soon as she says that she re-attaches her lips to yours and you both begin to rapidly remove each other's clothes. As she removes her skirt you discover that she had not been wearing any panties and that like all the other girls you have encountered thus far Miss Lange's pussy has been shaved bare. Once the last piece of clothing has been removed from you both you pick her up and carry her over to her desk. Lesson plans and textbooks are scattered accross the room as you lay her down. In the midst of deep kissing you and removing all of her clothes Miss Lange has become so aroused that her pussy is begining to leak and puddle upon a class roster and several students' most recently submitted homework. Her breathing has become heavy and a faint blush has spread down from her face to the top of her massive, heaving breasts. ", what are you waiting for? FUCK ME!"
Not being one to disappoint a damsel in distress, you quickly oblige, thrusting your hard cock into her hot cunt. "Oh my God Miss Lange, you are unbelievably tight!" You exclaim as you begin to withdraw.
"Like I said , it has been a while since I have been with a guy. Even longer since I have been with a cock this large" the busty teacher gasps. "And I think we can drop formalities at this point. Call...me...Kristen!...!" Miss Lange screams as her body is wracked by a series of mini-orgasms. Despite your previous exertions, you feel that you are rapidly approaching another orgasm.
"Kristin," you moan as you increasing the pace of your thrusting," I am going to cum soon."
"OH GOD! Me too" Exclaims the increasingly out of breath teacher. "Please , cum at the same time as me!" As you begin to work towards your final release you cannot help but notice admire the way her large breasts are moving which each of your thrusts, and her once perfectly managed hair has become a wild, firely mane that has spread out to cover much of the desk.
Conversation has become inpossible for you two as you race towards a mutual orgasm. With a final thrust you push as deep into Miss Kristin Lange as you can, filling the deepest parts of her pussy with your hot cum. Load after load you fire into your teacher as you reach down with your lips and begin to kiss her. Eventually you roll over and the two of you lay there on top of her desk, panting for breath. After a while, as your breath returns, you turn to her and ask "So, do I get to help with your 'research'?"
Laughing Miss Lange replies, "I think we can work something out. What is your schedule like for Thursday nights?"
As you two lay there collecting yourselves you hear the faint squeal of a door opening behind you... |