Remedial Studies

Jeremy had just walked into his free study period when the teacher, Ms. Miyazaki, called him up to her desk at the front of the classroom. Feeling typically awkward, he made a quick glance over the classroom to gauge but he was the last thing on his peers' minds when given a hour to do as they liked. As expected, a little under half were studying or getting set up to do so, while the other half were engaged in a variety of casual sex acts with each other. The only person who showed any sign of noticing was Evie, a bony, nerdy girl that sat directly behind him, and usually said something to him most days. She was looking directly at him, completely ignoring the foursome fucking on the floor mat in the back of the room directly behind her. Uncomfortable being seen, he looked away quickly.

When Jeremy reached Ms. Miyazaki's desk she put down the phone she'd been holding since he entered the room, letting the professional bukkake video she'd apparently been watching continue to play. The woman on screen being near-drowned in semen by eight huge black guys was also Asian and of a similar body type to his teacher. Jeremy fought off a vivid recollection of the several times he had seen her and his fellow students acting out such a scene at the front of this very room.

"... office for this period." said Ms. Miyazaki, waving a hall pass card at him.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said, you've been asked to report to the guidance office for this period" she repeated with a hint of annoyance. The porn video on the desk visibly tugged at her eyes.

Jeremy leaned forward and took the hall pass from her outstretched hand, and in doing so, caught a glimpse of the end of a thick black dildo peeking out from between his teacher's bottomless pale thighs. As soon as the pass left her hand it was as if he ceased to exist to her.

"Dashawn, could you come help me for a minute?" she called out as he turned away.

On his way to the classroom door he stole another glance around, but again the only person who seemed to be paying the slightest attention was Evie, and she looked... concerned? Disappointed? She gave him a small wave, but he couldn't make himself return it.

Out in the hallway he was able to relax a little without the pressure of eyeballs, but only a bit. As he walked, he wracked his brain for a reason to be called to the office, but nothing at all seemed reasonable. His path took him by the school library and though the windows he saw the librarian getting plowed on a study group table by a student he didn't know. The pale redheaded thirtysomething was on her back between two open textbooks with her ass partially hanging off one end the of the table. Her modest freckled breasts sagging gracefully off each side of her ribcage, swaying in time with the forceful pounding. A chubby blonde girl was slouched down in a chair with her shorts around her ankles going to town on herself with both hands while her study partner fuck the faculty. None of them were looking towards the window.

Jeremy had been assigned to the front row of his previous class and his general awkwardness always kept him from jerking off in that period. Normally he'd quietly beat one out in study period, or sometimes between periods if necessary. He already wasn't in any hurry to find out why he'd been called to the office and this show had restored the pressure anxiety had drained from his cock. Looking over both shoulders revealed that he had the hallway to himself. He unzipped his shorts and got to work.

It only took about two minutes of pumping his overdue prick and imagining himself between the librarian's legs before he started launching jets of thick white jizz that struck halfway up the window with some ****. The blonde girl in the library turned her head by the third or fourth impact and gave him a friendly wave when she found the source of the sound. The attention paralyzed Jeremy but didn't quite reach his ejaculation muscles. When he was finished the glass bore a thick curtain of white glaze slowly sliding towards the floor. The blonde gave him a smile and a little clapping gesture. Jeremy only hurried away as fast as he could, pulling his shorts back up as he went.

***

The guidance office was empty when he entered. There was just a standing-height receptionist desk and two chairs in one corner with no arms and heavily stained fabric seats. All the adjoining doors were closed. The sound of a photocopier running carried from around an open corner. When the door closed behind him with a loud clunk, a middle aged woman stepped in from that direction. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, with dyed-black hair and too much eyeliner, wearing a see-through black bra and a leopard print miniskirt framing softly muscular abs. Her obviously fake breasts formed a cleavage that looked tight enough to cut off circulation.

"Need something, honey?" she asked in a small-town friendly way.

"Umm...I'm Jeremy McAllister, my teacher told me to come here?"

"Ah, yes, Ms. Ramirez sent for you, but..." the woman turned and looked at a closed door behind her, "...she's probably on a phone call right now." Now she looked him up and down: "Want to screw a bit while you wait?" Her hands went to the hem of the miniskirt and started pulling it upwards.

"Uh, n-no thank you, ma'am."

"Oh?" Mild surprise passed over her face. "You sure? The backdoor's open for business too, if that's what you need, sweetie."

"N-no, really, I'm fine, I... played on the way here."

The office worker looked pointedly at the obvious bulge that had formed in his shorts at the offer of easy anal access and then back up at him. "OK, suit yourself. Have a seat, I'm sure it'll just be a minute." She disappeared back towards the sound of the copier.

Phones and computers could only access educational resources on school grounds during school hours and he was too anxious wondering why he'd been called to this office to try doing any classwork. Not knowing know what else to do with himself while he waited, he pulled up the latest issue of the school newspaper on his tablet.

On the main page the top story was about the school dance held the previous Friday. Of course Jeremy hadn't attended. Apparently the theme had been the common retro party idea of "Use your imagination", meaning wear complete outfits without nudity. This had been a smashing success, with all the teens driven wild by the unusual modesty. The piece was heavy on photos of hands reaching up skirts and down into pants. Quotes from the attending students mostly raved.

"I love trying to guess what all the guys are packing!"

"There's something special about feeling before looking."

"Sure, clothes get in the way but I get my **** by cumming on them, so it's all good."

Also included was a detailed report of the climax of the evening: a wet t-shirt contest for the girls and a wet sweatpants contest for the boys. The winners were crowned King and Queen of the dance and they fulfilled the expected custom of a quick standing fuck together on stage, cheered on by the audience.

"Jeremy Neuwirth?"

He looked up from a photo of the top three winners of the wet t-shirt contest, wearing their prize tiaras and some very wet shirts. A short latina woman had come out of the closed door and was looking at him.

"Yes, ma'am"

"Wonderful, come in, please" she held the door and waved him into her office with a kind smile.

"I'm Selena Ramirez, a social worker for the school. Please, have a seat" she said from behind him.

The office was small, with just enough room for two chairs very similar to those outside, stains and all, to fit comfortably in front of a desk pushed against one wall. Jeremy sat and heard the door close. To his surprise, Ramirez did not go and sit behind the desk - she turned the other chair towards his and sat in it, facing him at a slight angle.

The woman was probably right around forty and thick but not flabby. Her skin was a rich medium brown with a beautiful shine to it. Very large tits sagged a good distance under their natural weight but the skin on them was taunt, as elsewhere, topped with large lighter pinkish-brown nipples. She wore nothing but a gold necklace and black stilettos.

Jeremy suddenly realized he'd been staring at her body for more time than he was sure of. He looked up quickly, but she was just watching his face. He could feel a massive erection straining his shorts uncomfortably, but he didn't want to bring attention by adjusting it.

"Jeremy, do you know why you're here?"

"No, ma'am".

"First, you're not in any trouble at all, OK? I just wanted to talk with you a bit."

"Um, OK?"

Ramirez gave him another warm smile.

"How are you feeling about your classes this semester?"

"Fine, I guess."

"Are you worried about any of them?"

"No, not really."

"Good, good... and how are things outside of school?"

"Huh? Like what?"

"Well, how about at home. Do you like being at home?"

"Sure, doesn't everyone? I mean, it's better than being at school."

Ramirez's eyebrows popped up momentarily at this.

"I wouldn't say everyone does. Especially in senior classes. Do you hear similar feelings about school from your friends?"

Jeremy went silent for a long minute. Ramirez just waited patiently, never looking away from him.

"I don't really have friends." he eventually mumbled, looking at the floor.

"That seems unlikely. Why do you think that, Jeremy?"

"I mean, I have friends, I just don't see them very often anymore."

"Anymore?"

"Yeah, y'know... since we started senior classes. They're... busy."

Ramirez re-crossed her legs, casually showing him her smooth-shaved vulva. It was the same pink-brown as her nipples and had the same glow as the rest of her skin. Delicate inner folds lined neatly up between thick outer lips. His prick pushed painfully against his shorts.

"Jeremy, your teachers tell me that you're not interacting with your peers much during class time."

"Huh? Like group projects? I do my fair share." This felt like an accusation. There had been a group project in chemistry just last week and the required socialization had him anxious for days.

"No, no, nothing like that. Sexual interactions. Your teachers have noticed that you aren't having any. At all, they say". He felt like her concerned gaze was drilling a hole in him.

"Um...but...what?", his heart was racing now.

"Ms. Stone in your first period says that she's offered herself to you at least three times. Do you remember her doing that?"

"Um...I guess so, yeah."

"Why did you turn her down? She's very attractive, isn't she?" In fact, she was extremely attractive, one of the youngest and hottest teachers in the school. Most of the girls hated her, because it made it that much harder for them to get laid in her class.

"I dunno" Jeremy mumbled, "Maybe she's not my type?"

Ramirez gave him a look of total skepticism. "Mmm-hmm, our preferences absolutely must be respected, of course. I also hear from Ms. Miyazaki that there's a girl in this very period that pays a lot of attention to you, but she's never seen the two of you have sex." Ramirez checked a notebook that had been sitting on her desk. "Evie? Does that sound right?

The idea gave Jeremy such a shock he lost all sense of place. Evie liked him? That couldn't be true, could it? But... she was always talking to him out of the blue.

"Jeremy?"

"What? No... I mean, yes that's right. Evie is just some girl that talks to me a lot."

Ramirez set her notebook back down and gave him a long, strange look. As it went on, Jeremy looked

"Jeremy, have you had sex yet?"

"Yes, of course" he said, too quickly.

"Oh? When was the last time?"

He froze again, heart pounding, unable to think of a way out of the question. After a dozen seconds, Ramirez took pity on him.

"It says in your student record that you live with just your mother. Is that right?"

"Yes, it's just us."

"And your mother - she's immune to the nymph virus, I understand?"

"Yes... that's right, why do you care?", defensively. Sometimes people treated his mother like she was contagious or, perhaps worse, too pitiable and delicate to treat normally.

"So would I be accurate in guessing that you aren't exposed to sex at home?"

"Pfft, I have the internet. I watch movies and stuff."

Ramirez put on a mildly exasperated face.

"Of course, but you know I mean in person."

Jeremy just stared back sullenly.

"Jeremy, what if I told you it's really common for kids in your situation to have trouble... breaking the seal, so to speak, when they turn eighteen."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he stared hard at the wall.

"You probably heard about the eighteenth birthday parties other kids' parents threw for them. Or the birthday red light tours other kids went on with their parents. And I'm guessing you didn't get any of that?"

He looked at her now, the sympathy on her face felt real.

"All of a sudden everyone you know seems like an expert on sex. All your friends and all the girls you might want to fuck already got theirs and the longer you're a virgin the bigger and bigger that difference feels. Does that sound about right?"

Jeremy kept looking at her if only because he thought he might cry if he did anything at all.

"Jeremy. I promise it won't leave this room: You are a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes." he whispered.

She gave him a simple encouraging smile and he felt the weight lift off of him, if only a little.

"Jeremy, you know that next semester you will have to pass Technique in order to graduate, right?"

He hung his head, misery gripping him again. "Yes, it's kind of all I think about."

"So don't you think you should get ready for it?"

"I mean, obviously," again at the floor.

He felt her hand settle on his knee. He looked up. She was leaning hard forward to reach him, and her massive teats dangled nearly a foot below her chest.

"Jeremy, you're actually a pretty cute kid. Would you like to have your first time with me?"

He threw himself back in the chair, his cock was suddenly so hard it was actually going numb.

"Ye...I mean...you wouldn't want to..." he stammered.

"Let me tell you a little secret, honey." Ramirez stood up with her legs a bit farther apart than would be natural. A long web of sticky ooze stretched from those delicate folds he'd seen earlier down to the spot on the chair they'd just been pressed against. "Everyone wants to fuck a virgin."

Jeremy watched the string of vaginal secretion slowly stretch farther and farther from the open pussy within arm's reach. He marveled at how it didn't get any thinner even as it became longer, then realized that more fluid was pouring out of her to make up the difference.

"...eremy?" Another thick glob of pussy silk descended into her web. "Jeremy? As an employee of the school I need you to indicate consent before I can come any closer."

His heart seemed to stop and his vision became a tunnel. Then he passed through the tunnel and came out the other side.

"Yes! Uh, yes, I consent!"

He barely got the second "yes" out before she had stepped forward and shoved his shoulders down level with her dripping pussy. Then her hand grabbed the back of his head and mashed his face into her soaking gash. Her smell became his universe. He stuck out his tongue, clumsily, and she angled herself so that it entered her vaginal passage. By reflex he pushed further into her and probed various directions. One of which caused her to reward him with a load moan. It was a firmer sort of mound and he pushed it back and forth a bit with his tongue, which she seemed to really like.

"Suck on my clit," she told him, her voice strangely educational despite the heavy panting it interrupted. Her hands spread her fat lips apart. Jeremy had seen way more than enough sex on TV to have the general idea, and it didn't take him long to locate the obvious ridge at the top of her slit. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard.

She hit his ear with her palm, firmly but not painfully. "Too hard, too hard!". He released from her completely and tried to pull away, but she shoved his face back to her body "It's fine, it's OK, keep going, but gently!" She didn't sound as educational this time. He sucked on her surprisingly thick bud for a time he couldn't measure. Everything from his chin to his sternum was covered in her juices.

"OK, take your shorts off." she had her teaching voice back, but strained now.

As he wriggled out of his bottoms her hand kept his mouth pressed to her slit. When he lost focus and stopped using his tongue, she ground herself onto it to remind him of his purpose. He wasn't able to tell her when the shorts were all the way off, but the instant they were she was pulling him up off the chair. When he was standing she tipped herself back onto her desk and let her legs fall wide, knees in the air.

"Ready when you are" she said gently, with another encouraging smile. He lined his six inch length of granite up with her still-dripping hole and slowly eased in. Once again, Jeremy's universe was replaced with one overwhelming sensation. He struggled to understand how she could be so slippery and have so much texture at the same time. When he bottomed out he just froze there, unmoving for a solid thirty seconds.

"However long you last is OK. When you need to cum, just cum and don't worry about it, all right, sweetie?"

He started thrusting, slowly. After ten strokes he wanted to cum, after twenty he desperately wanted to cum, after thirty he wanted to cum more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life.

"Still with me?" she asked when he paused to try and prevent the inevitable.

"Barely."

"It's totally normal, you're doing great," she cooed at him. When he remained unmoving she lifted one great tit in each hand and shoved them into his face. Once he latched onto a pink nipple she moaned and started to grind her hips up into him.

This time was it, Jeremy could tell as soon the motion began. He'd edged enough while jacking off to know that even if she stopped his body wouldn't. It was commit time. He grabbed her hips and started pounding into her. The drawers of the desk rattled loudly with each thrust. He made it five strokes before he blew his load hard against her cervix.

"Ohshitohshitohshit", Ms. Ramirez gasped as her birth canal was suddenly tightly pressurized with teen semen. When Jeremy had pushed his last few spurts into her his mind cleared and he savored the novel sensation of drifting around her inflated cunt, his prick separated from her on all sides by the buffer of his own massive load, trapped in her by her tight opening clamped at his root. He leaned back and started to pull out of her, but she held him in place with her heels and reached down to rub her clit. Shortly, three things happened simultaneously. First, she screamed. Second, her vaginal walls slammed back down on his prick. Third, he felt his recently deposited load jet against his balls and splatter off the desk as she squeezed down. Not knowing else what to do, Jeremy just waited patiently, cock fully buried in his counselor until she opened her eyes.

"Well. I'd call that a breakthrough, Jeremy."

*****

When Jeremy had his shorts back on, Ms. Ramirez asked him to sit with her again.

"This was obviously a great first step today, Jeremy. I want you to know that you can come back here and work with me again as many times as you need to. You can come during any period, your teachers will give you a pass."

"I'd really like that," Jeremy said with complete sincerity.

"Great, great. We can work on your stamina or try other sex acts. If you, for example, want to lose your anal virginity in a safe environment. We can bring in the other counselors or Ms. McAllister, who you probably met in the waiting room. They can create a group setting if you're not ready to perform in the classroom yet."

"Yeah, maybe" Jeremy said, the idea making him both nervous and excited

Ramirez looked like she could read his mind.

"Jeremy, while we will help you, you know that we can't meet all your needs here, right? That wouldn't be healthy. The goal has to be you fucking your peers out there, in class, regularly."

"Yeah, alright, I get it."

"OK, so here's the deal. I want you to push yourself to start fucking at least one girl here at school every day. This Evie seems like a great candidate based on your teachers' reports. Would you like to screw her?"

Jeremy thought about fucking Evie in the back of fifth period, really doing it, and for the first time it seemed like something that he could actually do.

"I mean, she's not my dream girl, but I can definitely get hard for her."

The bell rang, announcing the end of the period. They both stood up.

"OK, let's set that as our goal then. Each time you come back to visit me, before we can practice together again I'm going to need you to talk with me about your progress on this goal and what's holding you back. No free rides, understood?" She winked at him and gave his limp bulge a playful squeeze through his shorts.

Jeremy very much wanted to come back and tell Ms. Ramirez how he'd railed Evie in the middle of a classroom full of students like it was no big deal. He imagined she'd be so proud of him she'd let him fuck her tits. And then maybe she'd call Ms. McAllister in and he could fuck her asshole like she'd offered and in front of Ms. Ramirez so she could help him do it right, and then...

"Understood, ma'am. I'll do my best."