Paul thinks of Bruno's babe

It seemed to Paul that there was not much more to be learned, since Phyllis had by now stretched her pussy to its maximum, but as she rode him to climax and then straight on towards another, Paul idly cupped and handled her dangling breasts and felt his mind wandering, for as attractive as Phyllis was, Paul still felt haunted by a certain presence. He glanced over at the chair where Jessica "Bruno's Babe" Simmons had just sat, and at last he dared to wonder: is Bruno's Babe accessible?

Pretty much the entire male half of the student body harbored feverish fantasies about luscious lovely Jessica, and several girls besides, and yet always she seemed too devoted to Bruno Bratslavsky to be worth pursuing. Now, he thought back on the odd look she had given him, and he dared to wonder if he could get to her.

The truth was, though, that while he wanted to be her friend, friendship was hardly the primary objective. Paul, a healthy red-blooded heterosexual male, wanted very badly to fuck Jessica, and as considered his success with women lately, his imagination went wild. Suddenly it was not Phyllis riding him cowgirl but naked Jessica, and the very idea of that triggered something in Paul, an aggression he had never known before.

"P-Paul?" Phyllis wondered.

Paul got up, still buried to the hilt inside her, and slammed Phyllis up against the wall, madly jackhammering into her. He shut his eyes and imagined it was Jessica Simmons, and that was all it too to transform him into some crazed fuck beast.

For her part, Phyllis could only cling to him for dear life. "Oh-oh, oh, YEAH!" She raised her legs and wrapped them around him as he went on thumping her entire body. "That's it, oh wow, are you ever learning, YEAH!" Paul forcibly **** orgasm after orgasm out of her, until she gasped "My God, Paul, I don't know if I can take this!" and he pulled out of her. She slumped down to the floor just as he let loose and gushed and spattered his marshmallowy manseed all over her upper body.

"I'd better go," he said.

"Oh, wait, let me write you a note for Miss Wilson!" Phyllis **** herself back up, scribbled on a slip of paper and handed it to him. "Paul, I'm thinking -- you need to be scientifically tested. Really, you could teach science so much!"

"Maybe later." Paul left bio class, eager to get to English. True, Miss Wilson could be quite a distraction herself. She had arrived quite plump but had slimmed herself down remarkably in the past year, though still retaining a massive bosom which she kept minimized at all times underneath big formal loose-fitting jackets or sweaters. More to the point, she was angelically lovely and had a very crisp clean charming British accent. So, yes, she was a possible diversion -- but, Paul reasoned, he had been through gym and bio, whereas English was entirely different, and Miss Wilson was kind but also very orderly, constantly urging her students to raise their consciousness towards higher ideals. Yes, if there was any remedy for the morning he was having, it was surely Miss Wilson.