Perfect Score = Special Reward

Erik and Marcus look at each other in confusion. They both make the same face at each other, having the same moment of confusion as to why they have opted to look at each other, while their curvy big-tittied professor, stands behind her desk with just a bra on. They both turn back around.

“Well well, boys.” She says, arching her back, sticking her chest out for them. “A small reward.” She chuckles. “Though, I know.” She grabs her breasts, both the boys inhaling sharply. “These two are something you have gotten quite familiar with.” She says through narrowed eyes.

Marcus sits up straighter as Amelia glances at him. “Especially you my big boy athlete.” She purrs hungrily, looking him up and down. “You have done me so proud with your submissions.” She circles the desk, Erik getting both harder and more jealous as she bends over in front of him, her hands on the armrests, inches away from his face. “I might have to come to one of your games one day… Maybe come help you with your studies in the locker room.”

Marcus swallows, his eyes fixated completely on her hanging cleavage. “I could definitely use the extra motivation.”

Amelia chuckles softly, reaching down and cupping his cock.

The boys look at each other again. She’s never rewarded one boy in front of the other…

Marcus turns back to Amelia, lifting his hips in anticipation. Erik For his part swallows nervously. Is this a punishment for him? Did he fail so badly that he has to watch her reward, Marcus? But she knows… that Erik wouldn’t hate that…

She slowly rubs her palm into his bulge. “Amelia… He’s still here.” Marcus murmurs.

Erik doesn’t blame him for wanting to get rid of another guy while he gets rewarded, not everyone is a freak like him.

“Oh. I know.” She purrs, tracing his jaw with the tip of her finger. She tilts her head, pressing her thumb onto his bottom lip, leaning forward, her breasts pressing into his chest as she licks his jawline, her eyes narrowing at Erik. “You don’t want him here? But he’s a loser, Marcus. I feel sooooo bad for him. It’s been so long since he got a reward.”

Erik’s eyes go wide, his whole body tensing, his arm shivering as he grabs onto the armrest.

“Damn…. Amelia, I don’t… He’s not…” Marcus responds, his brain slowly losing any sort of capability to speak with sense.

She chuckles, her eyes still on Erik her hand still rubbing Marcus’ crotch. “Naww. Sticking up for your fellow boy. It’s sweet really.”

She does lean back though, now moving over towards Erik. She looks down at him, giving him a similar show that she did for Marcus. Her manicured fingertips glide up his forearm. “Are you a loser, Erik?”

Erik shakes his head. He may be behind Marcus in the rankings currently. But he’s not going to give up his dignity by agreeing with her.

She chuckles in response, her fingers going into his hair, she grabs and pulls his head back. Erik can’t help but groan, a slight shuffling sound coming from Marcus’s side of the room. “Are you sure, baby? You’re three behind Marcus now.”

“A bad run… I’ll recover.”

‘Do I even want to?’

She laughs, letting go of his head and taking a few steps back, sitting on the edge of the desk, she stretches her arms above her head, slowly opening her legs, flashing her matching dark green lingerie panties for the boys.

“You’ll recover…” She repeats, dropping her arms, leaning back on the desk, looking between the boys, studying them both closely.

“Marcus.” She says, turning to look at Erik her eyes boring into his. “Tell Erik what you and I have done together.”

Marcus licks his lips, an unusually nervous expression on his face. “Uhm… Are you…”

“Doubt me, and I’ll cancel our relationship completely.” She says sweetly.

“Uhm…” Marcus stammers. “Sorry bro.” He says in Erik’s direction, Erik not wanting to break the eye contact he has with Amelia.

“We have… I guess… You have.. jerked me off, I’ve eaten you out and you’ve let me… Fuck.. your tits.”

“You’re leaving one out there.” She says, grinning at Erik.

“Uhm…”

“And I want you to say what led up to it.”

An audible swallow comes from him, but he obeys. “Well, you said that I technically… Got a freebie and jumped ahead… But we have sixty-nine…”

“Which means?” She asks, finally looking at him with a hungry look.

“I’m… Not sure.” He admits.

“You’re not three in front of Erik, you’re 5 in front.”

The room is silent.

She giggles. “But, do either of you remember what I told you when this started?”

They shake their heads.

“Of course you don’t.” She chuckles, reaching behind her and grabbing two stapled stacks of paper, she shakes them lightly. “That if you get a perfect score, 10/10, 100/100, 100%, if you’re behind, you get to jump up to the other person’s position.”

“Right,” Marcus says. “And if we’re in front we get…”

“Well, I kept that a secret, to really push you two, didn’t I?”

Marcus nods.

“Well. Both of you did, amazingly in this submission.” She says, really drawing the words out for them. “But one of you…” She says, staring at Marcus. “Has gotten a perfect score.”

Marcus can barely contain his grin.

She hands one of the three page stacks to him. “Read that score out for me baby.” She purrs.

“100/100.” Marcus grins, looking up at Amelia, nodding, any sympathy he had for Erik previously completely gone.

“Marcus.” She says. Looking back at Erik, her eyes narrowed and teasing.

“Get out.”

“What?” Both boys say at the same time.

“Read the name on the paper.” She responds, grinning at Erik.

“Fuck….” He groans, fumbling with the paper. “Erik Doe.”

She looks back at Marcus, handing him his own paper. “You did well too Marcus. But Erik was just better…. This time.”

Marcus now in a depressed mood, takes the paper and reads out his score. “Fuck man, 95.”

“Better luck next time.” She says winking at Marcus. “You two are nice and even now.”

Marcus groans, grabbing his bag and taking a rueful look at the professor before leaving the office.

“Now.” She says. Walking towards Erik. “How about you stand up, and lie down on the floor for me.”

“Do… I get to use my banked win?”

She laughs, a genuine laugh this time, his brazenness catching her off guard. “I suggest saving that for a loss.” She replies. She leans close and whispers in his ear. “Now get on the floor, I want to see if you know how to eat like Marcus.”

Erik lies down on the ground. Hungrily grabbing Amelia’s thick jiggling thighs, greedily sticking his tongue out as her sweet-smelling pussy descends onto his face.

He wishes he could see what she was doing to his cock, because the sensation is well, sensational.

Erik cannot fathom how she’s so good at this, being a married woman and all. Either her husband and she are insane freaks and he fucks her real good, or she has a lot of experience with men.

Either way, he’s getting the full experience today. Her heavy breasts weighing down onto his legs, the vulgar sounds of her throat and mouth closing in around his throbbing, soaked shaft. She can take his entire length almost without effort, her tongue swirling expertly around him, each flick of the tip of her tongue somehow hitting the perfect spot on the head of his cock.

But Erik is not one to not try and fight back, he sinks his fingers into her thighs, pulling her down closer, desperate to flick and swirl in reply. Her wet pussy juices coat his chin and nose, the smell of her arousal is intoxicating to him, he can feel his cock throb against the flat of her tongue.

He reaches up, grabbing her ass, spreading her cheeks open, both for some oxygen or himself and to get a slightly different angle, his nose pressing into the bottom of her pussy, his tongue able to flick her clit with the tip and come down along the wet, slit, lubricated for cock.

“Good boy, Erik!” She purrs from between his legs, grinding her hips down. “Next time you can be on top! Fuck me deep in my throat!”

{fn]’s leg tenses in pleasure, focusing for a moment, to resist an orgasm, he wants her to orgasm too, he wants her to cum first.

He doubles his speed, he increases his technique, moving his head more against her, covering more of her clit with the stiffness of the muscle in his tongue. And it works, she tenses up as well, her nails digging into this thigh as she drops her head again, she must be turning her head now, his cock head can feel resistance, she fucks her own face, his cock pressing against the side of her cheek, her tongue sliding with his shaft.

He manages to win, she cums first, she tries to hide it, but she can’t stop the grinding down of her hips, she can’t help the metallic taste that coats his tongue. Erik grunts in response, no longer having to hold back.

She chokes, taking his dick down to the hilt, his warm cum coats his own cock, her tongue hungrily moving to gather his seed and swallow it down.

She pulls her head off, dragging her tongue up slowly. “See… How good it feels to win, Erik?”

That little voice inside Erik’s head recently is; for the moment, quiet. Erik doesn’t seem to notice, nor wonder why that sliver of self-doubt has disappeared for the time being.