Notoriety

From the moment Mrs. Hunter first began to gallop atop him, Paul felt somewhat concerned. He did not doubt that she was attending to his needs like the professional educator she was sworn to be, yet there was a distinct air of reckless abandon about her. It began as she stabbed her leg out to one side, and it thrashed about wildly, repeatedly hitting some electronic control panel. Later, however, she managed to keep herself on almost entirely on the couch.

Paul's male ego was tickled by her attentions, but her exclamations quickly became an embarrassment of riches. Among her comments were "OH GOD, PAUL, I LOVE FUCKING YOUR THIRTEEN INCH COCK!" and "OH FUCK, YOUR COCK IS THICKER THAN A FUCKING COKE CAN, IT HURTS SO GOOD, NO WOMAN IN THE WORLD EVER FELT SO FULL OF COCK!" and even "OH YEAH, I'M GOING TO HAVE MY TWENTIETH ORGASM!"

Paul was happy, not just for her but for himself as she finally relaxed her viselike control over his cock. She slipped off him just in time to watch him ejaculate and cry "OH FUCK, YOUR COCK IS LIKE A GEYSER, LIKE AN ERUPTING VOLCANO, IT'S SHOOTING ALMOST UP TO THE CEILING, WOWEE!"

After all that, it did seem unfair to him when he began to say "Thank -- " and she immediately placed her hand over his mouth.

"Excuse me, Paul, I need to check something." She looked sheepish as she checked her long hair and appeared to rediscover a headset hidden therein. Then she went to the panel she had kicked earlier, and sighed "Oh dear, oh oh!"

"Is anything wrong, Mrs. Hunter?"

"What!? Oh, a-ha-ha, don't be silly! Paul, listen ... I have this funny feeling that you may meet some girls who are into sex, and I think it would be a good idea if for your ongoing training you stayed with an education professional ... like ME!"

"Gosh, Mrs. Hunter, do I really need more training?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah, oh, I sure -- I mean, a-ha-ha -- you sure do, trust me!"

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Hunter. Thank you!"

Paul quickly cleaned himself up and left just as classes were changing. He felt like he was in a bit of a daze, though he could still clearly recognized a concerned-looking Mrs. Jones rushing into the main office that he had just left.

Things seemed different as he walked. From day one, the school felt like a constant **** on Paul's resolution to remain sexually pure, as it seemed to be packed with lovely bodacious babes in teasing outfits all giggly and wiggly and eager for some hot nasty action, but they caught on that Paul was off limits and so they sometimes gossiped that he was probably gay anyway but pretty much left him alone.

Not so now. Every girl he passed looked right at him with unmistakable predatory lust.

He felt relieved when a friend named Peter approached. Peter uncharacteristically high-fived him. "Hey! Way to go with Mrs. Hunter, man!"

"Oh, we just discussed my getting credit for phys ed," Paul played down.

"What!? You mean, you don't know!? Man, Mrs. Hunter had the public address system on the whole time! The whole school heard everything!"

"Everything!?"

"'Oh, Paul, I love fucking your thirteen inch cock, your cock is thicker than a Coke can, oh God, I'm cumming for the twentieth time, your cock is shooting its load right up to the -- ""

"Okay. Everything."

"See you around -- you're my hero."

Paul felt oddly unashamed. It was regrettable, that the whole school had to listen in, but he did not doubt that Mrs. Hunter had simply performed her professional duty. Surely, everyone could -- and would -- recognize and respect that.

Still, it did seem odd -- just under one hour ago, life had been perfectly ordinary, and then Mrs. Jones had asked to talk with him, and all of a sudden life was seeming quite strange. But surely that was all over with now, and he was eager to return to the good old school routine.

He walked into his next class.