Helping hand. (A week later)

It was Monday morning and John flexed his bicep in the mirror. It was three weeks to the day that John had been gifted the Master PC program and he admired the gains his body had made. He now stood at six foot three and was incredibly handsome; his muscles were yet to fill in but they had a certain definition that made him look cut. He also felt incredibly athletic, revelling in the extra energy he had.

“So your changes to your build and to Maria, will be complete on Tuesday next week.” Jane typed on the computer.

“Great!” John responded.

John hadn’t even used his third change for that week, spending most of his nights spying on his sexy teacher having her intense dreams about him. He had forgotten on most days and on others he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Is there a way for my unused changes to stack? Like can I use them later?” John asked.

“I’ve told you this before John… Unfortunately there isn’t… But the program doesn’t have an expiry date, so you shouldn’t worry.” Jane comforted.

The school bell rang and signalled the end of the day. John had endured yet another day of catching his sexy teacher looking at him and blushing when she spoke to him. Other students hurried out, eager to get home, but John remained seated.

Mrs. Chanelle was organising her own belongings when she looked up and saw her favourite student still seated. “Something wrong John?” She asked kindly.

“Oh… it’s nothing.” He answered, still unmoved.

Lara gave him a questioning look as he stayed unmoved. “What’s going on?” She laughed, confused.

“Ahhh… my… leg fell asleep.” He panicked, “I can’t get up.”

“Oh!” She laughed, “Well come on, I’ll help you up. Try and walk it off.” She said, approaching him in his seat.

“No, no, no…” John leaned forward in his desk, covering his painfully massive erection.

Lara crouched down next to him, shaping for him to put an arm around her shoulder. “OH!” She covered her mouth in shock, seeing the enormous tent in his pants. “John I’m sorry… I’ll just… Um.” She stood and hesitated, unsure of what to do.

John leaned back. She had already seen what he was hiding, what was the use in covering himself anymore. Lara stood there ogling his crotch for a few moments. John felt her gaze make his hard-on grow stronger.

“Was that… because of… me?” She said softly.

John just nodded.

She felt her arousal skyrocket at the thought of her student crush fantasising about her. “I’ll just…” Lara turned to leave, she approached the door.

Mrs. Chanelle put her hand on the door handle. Suddenly a divide approached her. She clearly realised her two choices in actions. Lara felt the raging fire between her legs and chose the less responsible decision. She locked the door.

“Do… you… want some help?” She asked turning around and eyeing her student lustfully.

“Help?” John asked dumbly.

“You know… I could… help you out… If you want… I could give you a hand?” She asked hesitantly

He nodded again.

She approached him slowly, brushing her hair behind her ears. She stood next to him and sank to her knees. She stared at his crotch and the huge tent he was pitching.

“Wow.” She said softly, smiling. “Do you mind?” Lara whispered.

John shook his head vigorously as his beautiful teacher reached a slender hand out and touched his erection over his pants. Her touch was impossibly gentle but John twitched at the feeling. She caressed him delicately.

“What are you doing?” Lara thought to herself, “You shouldn’t be doing this! But… He’s so hot… and so big…” Her thoughts conceded.

Mrs. Chanelle continued her featherlight touch for a few minutes. John was just getting used to the feeling of a woman touching him when she whispered. “Do you want to take it out?”

If he hadn’t been as hard as he had ever been before, he was now. John unzipped his fly and released his monster.

“Holy shit!” Lara said loudly. She covered her mouth and checked that the door was still locked.

Again she reached out one of her delicate caramel hands. As soon as her skin met his, John twitched violently. The sensation of another hand on his cock, let alone his beautiful teacher’s, sent a lightning bolt through his spine.

“John… you’re… really big.” She gawked, laughing slightly.

“Thanks.” He whispered quietly.

He lithe fingers reached around his shaft. His girth was so prodigious that she couldn’t quite grasp him entirely with one hand. Slowly she began to stroke; impossibly slowly. Her thumb massaged the underside of his head, moisturised by his pre-cum. Her handjob continued. Mrs. Chanelle drank in the sight of his shaft while she did, feeling her cunt ache with desire.

Her grip tightened gradually as she overcame the nervousness of holding her students dick. Her legs clasped together as she became more and more aroused. Lara began to stroke firmly. She looked up at her student and saw him staring at her and immediately felt more aroused.

John, emboldened, leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. Initially shocked, Lara made to pull away, but quickly switched and returned the passionate kiss. She pumped faster as their lips locked. Faster and faster she built, until eventually she was massaging as quick as she could up and down his giant pole.

John moaned into her mouth, feeling his orgasm approach rapidly, as their tongues danced. He erupted; sending rope after rope of hot sperm onto the underside of his school desk.