"I think you need one more biology lesson."

His teacher said, "I think you need one more biology lesson, Paul." She started shedding her conservative female business suit with skirt. "I could tell you satisfied Ms. Hunter from her moaning and screams. My husband has a dick of average size, and it just isn't enough. Oh, he's talented and all, but sometimes I just want to be stretched to the limit." She was now in her bra and panties, still rather conservative white. "You don't mind sharing your wonderful cock with a teacher, do you?"

Paul could hardly take his eyes off Mrs. Loewenhaupt's bra-clad breasts. "No, Ma'am. I don't mind sharing." Mrs. Loewenhaupt removed the clip holding her bun in place and unraveled her long hair. She took her glasses off. Paul finally looked up into her eyes and saw that she was a pretty woman, once she stopped being so severe.

"What is your next class, Paul?"

"English Literature with Miss Wilson, Mrs. Loewenhaupt." Miss Wilson was a beautiful black woman from London with a sexy British accent.

"Oh, please call me Phyllis. This is my free period. I will give you a pass out of English Lit if you have sex with me. A recommendation for her to fuck you, as well, if you want." She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall and releasing her well-formed tits to the open air. Her nipples were already thick, her aureole wrinkled in the slightly cool air of the classroom.

"How do you want me?" she asked as she wiggled her chest to wobble her tits in Paul's face.