Lu talks about love

"This certainly puts your story in a new light ... !" Miss Wilson remarked. "But, Paul ... you say that you don't want to have sex till you're married. So why ... ?"

"Oh, that's different. Mrs. Hunter explained that practice doesn't really count, not if I make sure it's with a professional, and it only made sense that Mrs. Loewenhaupt needed to teach me some more because she knows biology. She told me that science could learn a lot from me."

"I don't doubt it ... !"

Paul had always been vaguely intrigued by Miss Wilson wearing hot pink shades of lip gloss contrasting with her skin in a way reminding him of Neapolitan ice cream, and he was able to look back up enough to notice her licking those lovely lips over and over.

"Uh ... " He thought about how he had handled this with Mrs. Jones. "Listen, Miss Wilson, I'll just go in that corner and -- "

"Please, Paul, you can call me Lu." She smiled warmly and kindly. "It's short for Tallulah. I'm afraid that in my home country, the sound 'loo' has certain connotations, but here i seem to be able to get away with it. Paul ... there's more to life than science, you know. Don't you agree?"

"Oh, absolutely, Miss -- Lu."

"This is more than just a sex organ, Paul. This is also an instrument of love. We haven't had D. H. Lawrence yet, but Lady Chatterley talks about worshiping the balls of her gardener ... " Lu came around the desk to him, her eyes still on his erection. " ... but I have a feeling that Lady Chatterley would have gone absolutely stark bonkers over you!"

Paul gave two quick gasps, first as Lu brazenly reached down and touched his glans, helping to slather his pre-cum around with her palm, and second as her staggering shelf of she-flesh mashed right up against him.

"I'm as close as this school gets to a love expert, Paul." She sure was licking her lips a lot. "I think I'd better teach you ... love."

Paul sighed as she opened her blouse and and her mammaries came surging forth, the nipples curiously blue and set in areolae each wider than his own outstretched hand. He had little chance to check that impression, however, as she sank right down, steadied his shaft in her dead warm cleavage, and then proceeded to impale her head upon his cock, eagerly pistoning her head up and down, back and forth.

This was feeling curiously more like more sex and not love. "Uh ... Lu?" Paul tried to ask. Yet Lu could only keep sucking him into her and swirling her tongue all around him. Paul relaxed a little, figuring that this educational professional surely knew what she was doing for her student.