A PASSING GRADE

Hal sat watching Mrs. Hawkins passing back the papers they had written for their last assignment. He had, had a crush on her since the first day he saw her. He always got flustered and tongue-tied when she called on him.

Then as she handed him his paper, he looked up at her and smiled like a lovesick calf.

"Uh, thanks, uh, thank you, Mrs., uh, Mrs. Hawkins," he mumbled, and then looked down at his paper expecting to see a big 'A' at the top of the paper.

He had never seen so many red marks on a paper before. And a 'D'? How could he have gotten a 'D'? He thought that it was one of his better papers. Why had Mrs. Hawkins given him a 'D' on it? And why was it a copy of his paper? Why did she copy his paper and keep the original? That was weird. Did she have it out for him or something, he wondered? Then he saw the note in the margin of the top page.

It read "Please see me after class."

Looking up at her desk, he saw her look up and smile at him as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

How could she do this to him? He felt like he'd been punched in the belly. Like having your girlfriend jilt you for another guy. She was now his enemy. Didn't she know that he had a 4.0 grade average and had never, in all of his eighteen years received a failing grade on anything?

Maybe she was on the rag and had decided to take it out on him for some reason. But she had always seemed friendly toward him. In fact, he sometimes thought she was a little friendlier toward him than the other boys in the class. But now this. What had he done to deserve such underhanded treatment?

Damn her anyway. He'd just have to wait until class was over and see what she wanted.

They were supposed to be reading Coming Through the Rye, but he couldn't concentrate on the book as his mind kept wandering back to the paper and Mrs. Hawkins.

Then it was as if his mind was trying to punish her and he found himself wondering what she would look like naked as he tried to undress her with his mind's eye.

She had to be forty-something. And a pretty forty-something. She wore glasses, but had a cute face in spite of that. And it had no obvious wrinkles or blemishes.

As he studied her, the soft glare of the fluorescent lighting glinted off her glasses and the hints of silver and gray that were scattered through her blondish-brown hair. He thought the pageboy style of haircut she had fitted her perfectly.

Leaving her face, his eyes quickly strayed down to her two most outstanding attributes. Her mountainous breasts. Swelling out against the material of her lilac blouse, they reigned supreme over all of other breasts in Bradyton High School. They had to be the envy of all the other women teachers, large for any woman but seemed even larger on her moderate frame. Hal could only fantasize about how it would feel like to snuggle down between them. He would probably never come up for air.

Suddenly, the shrill buzz of the bell brought the class to a merciful end. Hal flipped his book shut and sat apprehensively watching Mrs. Hawkins grading papers as he waited for the rest of the class to slowly file out of the classroom.

Slouched down in his chair, he saw the last student leave and slowly got to his feet.

"Oh, Hal, I'm sorry, I'd forgotten that I asked you to see me after class," he heard Mrs. Hawkins say as she looked up from her desk and smiled at him.

Hal miserably clomped up to her desk and stood waiting as if he were about to receive a sentence to the firing squad.

"Uh, how could I get a 'D' on my paper?" he asked her, standing in front of her desk looking down at her as the fragrance of lilacs wafted over him.

Lilacs. Everything was lilac with her. Clothes. Perfume. Car. Everything. What was that all about? Why I bet she even has lilac panties on. If she's wearing any panties.

Even with thoughts of doom swirling through his head, he was unable to keep his eyes off her commanding breasts as they sought escape from the restrictive confines of her lilac blouse.

He felt like a twelve-year-old being punished for something he hadn't done instead of the eighteen-year-old jock he was.

"I don't have time to discuss it with you at the moment," she said, looking down at her watch and the back up at him as she shifted her body slightly.

As she did, her big tits seem to swell even bigger, thrusting out at him, almost asking him to grab them.

"But if you could come by my house tonight, say around seven-thirty, I could go over your work with you then," she smiled.

"Uh, seven-thirty, uh, okay, uh, seven-thirty," he stammered, feeling like a dolt and wondering if the move she had made was on purpose.

Was she trying to impress him with the size of her giant melons?

"I'll see you then," she said, smiling and absent-mindedly brushing her hand over her breasts as she turned her attention back to the paper she had been grading.

"Uh, okay," he muttered, seeing that he had been dismissed.

What was wrong with him, he asked himself? Why had he acted like such a frigging moron? Why did he feel so intimidated by her? She was just a teacher, not the principal or anything. Why he was eighteen, the captain of the baseball team, and on the student council, plus all the girls in school were gaga over him. So why had he acted like such a wimp in front of her?

The rest of Friday blew by in a blur for Hal as his mind kept replaying his confrontation with Mrs. Hawkins over and over again.

Wondering what his meeting with her would be like, he stewed about it all day until suddenly it was seven-fifteen and time to head over to her house.

Coasting up in front of her house in his souped up Ford, he saw her lilac BMW parked in the driveway of her pale lilac house. All this damned lilac was making him dizzy, he told himself as he rolled to a stop and got out of his car.

He hadn't brought his books with him. All he had was the ink-stained copy of his infamous paper that had gotten him the first 'D' in his life. As he finally got up the nerve to ring the doorbell, he felt like wadding the paper up and throwing it in her face when she answered the door.

He didn't have to wait long for the opportunity as the door slowly opened and Mrs. Hawkins stood in the doorway smiling at him.

"Hal, right on time. Come on in," she laughed softly, stepping back so he could go inside.

"Uh, yes, yes, ma'am," he said contritely, once again feeling small and insignificant in her presence as he stepped around her and into her lilac-adorned living room.

As he did, the subtle fragrance of her lilac-scented perfume filled his nostrils. Then it suddenly occurred to him that she was wearing a long, flowing gown. It was lilac satin and it flowed over her body like a lilac stream concealing the abundant charms underneath it but giving more than a subtle hint of their magnificence. Strange that she would be dressed so informally, he thought but couldn't keep from running his eyes over the curves of her body that were resplendently displayed by the shimmering satin. As his eyes brushed over the swell of her large breasts, he could easily tell that she wasn't wearing a bra under the gown as the giants jiggled and bobbled unrestrained under the glimmering gown.

"Uh, that sure is a, a pretty, uh, gown, uh, Mrs. Hawkins," he stammered like a twelve-year-old and felt more like a six-year-old.

"Why, thank you, Hal," she smiled, turning to make her gown billow out around her. "It's just my lounging around the house gown."

"Uh, is Mr. Hawkins playing ball tonight?" Hal asked looking around the room as she stepped over to a table that had papers spread out all over it.

"Oh, I thought you knew," she said, leaning over and leafing through the papers on the table, "Arnold's team won the Senior League and they're in Cedarville playing in the playoffs."

"No, I didn't. Aren't you going over to watch him play?" Hal asked, knowing that she was usually in attendance at all his games.

He knew that because he liked to watch baseball himself and had gone to several of the games, too. And he had seen Mrs. Hawkins sitting up in the stands cheering her husband on at several of the games.

"No, not this time," she said, looking up and him and smiling, "I told him to go ahead and have a good time with the boys. I didn't want to be a weight around his neck what with all the partying they do after the games."

Then she apparently found what she was looking for because she smiled again and lifted a paper up from the others.

"He should be back late Sunday afternoon," she added almost as an afterthought.

"Is that my paper?" he asked her, his eyes dropping down to the swell of her breasts jutting out under the satin gown again as he walked across the room to where she stood.

"Yes, it is," she said, holding it out to him when he stepped up in front of her.

As he took the paper, he saw that even the frames of her wire-rimmed glasses were lilac.

Then he looked down at the paper and took a step back in surprise.

"What? What's going on? This says I got an 'A+'!" he grunted, staring down at the paper in wonder as there wasn't a mark on it except a scribbled 'Excellent' across the top of the page. "The one you gave me in class was marked a 'D'."

"Oh, come on, Hal," she laughed, leaning back with her butt resting against the edge of the table as she looked at him. "Did you really believe that? Why, I'll bet you've never gotten a failing grade in anything in your life."

"No, no, I've never gotten a failing grade," he mumbled, wondering what in the hell was going on.

"You're one of the, if not the best student I've ever had," she told him, leaning away from the table and daintily padding over to the wet bar that sat in the corner of the living room.

"Really? You really think so?" he grinned, pride swelling up in his chest like an over-inflated balloon as he watched her round butt daintily swishing from side to side under her shimmering satin gown.

Seeing the 'A+' on the paper had changed his demeanor a whole one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked him as she slipped around behind the bar and started making herself one while she looked over at him with an amused look on her face.

"Uh, sure, uh, yeah, that sounds good," he laughed, wondering why she had invited him over if he had made an 'A+' on his paper.

Could it be? Naw, not Mrs. Hawkins. She wouldn't do anything like that! Would she?

"You are eighteen, aren't you?" she asked him, reaching for a second glass.

"Yes, I'm eighteen," he said watching her big tits freely jiggling under the shimmering gown as she stirred her drink.

Hal knew that most of the girls in school would jump at the chance to have a roll in the hay with him. But he found it more than a little titillating to imagine that a good-looking older woman like Mrs. Hawkins might want to sample his wares, too. Why else would she invite him over and then run around bare-footed in a gown that showed off her curves and left very little to the imagination. Then ask him if he wanted a drink.

"What would you like?" she asked him, finishing her drink and lifting it up to her full, lilac-shaded lips.

"Uh, whatever, whatever you're having," he smiled, laying his paper back down on the table.

"Well, I hope that you don't mind me being forward," she said as she made his drink, "but I've always thought that being forthright was the best way to go."

"What do you mean?" he asked as she stepped out from behind the bar and strolled toward him.

"So," she smiled at him as she stepped up in front of him and handed him his drink, "I have decided to award you the Piece de Excellence for your work this year."

"Huh? Piece de Excellence? What's that? I've never heard of it?" he muttered, taking his drink and taking a sip of the lilac-colored concoction. "Tastes good."

"I'm glad you like it," she smiled coyly, leaning back against the table again. "It's my own little invention. I call it Lilac Lemonade."

"Is the Piece de Excellence a school award?" he asked glancing down at the swell of her breasts then back to her face.

"No, and I'm glad that you've never heard of the Piece de Excellence. Because that means that the previous recipients have honored their vows."

"Previous recipients? Vows? Uh, what are you talking about, Mrs. Hawkins?" he asked her, now having doubts about his earlier thoughts.

"When a student excels in my class and shows the skills and dedication to the arts that I feel are far and above the remainder of the class, I award him or her the Piece de Excellence," she told him. "And you are the first one to come along, pardon the pun, in four years."

Pardon the pun? What pun? First to come along in four years? What did she mean by that? This is all getting just too weird.

"First things first," she said solemnly. "If you wish to receive the award, you must vow that you'll never, ever tell anyone about the award."

"Uh, okay, I guess, but what is the award?" he asked, now wondering what she was really talking about.

"You'll see," she smiled coyly. "And you also have to promise not to tell anyone what went on here tonight or on any other subsequent night were anything else to occur."

"Huh? Uh, I, I promise, I guess," he mumbled, confused, but sensing that something momentous was about to happen.

"So you promise?" she asked, setting her glass down on top of his paper and smiling at him.

"Yes, I promise," he said, staring into her eyes.

Hal watched on in bewilderment as she slowly reached up and lazily pushed one shoulder strap of her gown down off her shoulder. Then he watched on raptly as she then did the same to the other strap. As the strap slipped down off her shoulder, the lilac gown suddenly went slithering down her body ending up in a puddle at her feet.

Hal's mouth dropped open in shock as he openly gawked at her naked body.

"God, uh, Mrs., uh, Mrs. Hawkins," he groaned, staring down at the big, beautiful tits that he had fantasized about for so long that were now hanging down within his reach. "You're, you're gorgeous."

"Well, as I was about to say," she said smiling at him, "I hope you're not squeamish about not being the first recipient of the award and that you don't find me unattractive. If that is the case, it's all yours."

"Jeez, uh, god, you mean." he exclaimed, still gawking down at her big, bobbling breasts.

"Yes, yes, I mean you and I," she laughed, picking up her drink and taking another sip of it. "And I would prefer that you call me, Edna. At least here! But not at school."

Hal was in a state of shock as he stood looking at her. While she was no movie star, she was a very good-looking woman. She was more rounded and mature than the girls he was used to and was very pleasing to the eye.

"Boy, it's going to be hard from now on," he muttered as she turned and took a step toward the hallway.

"What's going to be hard?" she giggled, reaching back and rubbing his cock through his pants. "This?"

"Yeah, that," he snickered, "and sitting in class knowing what you look like under your dress, but not being able to do a damned thing about it."

"Well," she said, taking his hand in hers, "if your skills in bed match your skills in writing, there may be more awards."

"I hope they meet your high standards," he commented, walking along behind her as she tugged him toward her bedroom.

"Oh, I'm sure they will," she murmured as he admired her jiggling ass.

"I hope so," he said again, hoping that he could please her enough to return for more awards.

"Well, here it is," she said walking into her bedroom and letting go of his hand.

"Just what I had imagined," he laughed, seeing that almost everything in the room was some shade of lilac. "Why do you like lilac so much?"

"Oh, a man once told me that the lips of my pussy were the most beautiful shade of lilac," she giggled, reaching out and hooking her fingers under the bottom of his tee shirt. "So I thought I would flaunt my femininity by having everything I own the same color as my pussy. But you're the first one to ask and now know the real reason why I love lilac so much. Arnold doesn't even know."

"Oh," he grinned timidly as she pulled his shirt up over his head. "I guess that I was right then."

"Right? Right, about what?" she asked him, reaching down and unbuckling his belt.

"Well, this morning when I was standing in front of your desk," he said as she unsnapped his pants and found the zipper tab with her fingers, "I bet myself that you were wearing lilac panties, uh, or, or no panties at all. I guess either way, you were wearing lilac."

"You were right," she laughed, looking down at his pants as she eased his zipper open. "I was wearing lilac panties, but maybe I won't in the future. Maybe I'll just move you to a seat where you can see and you'll be the only one to know what I'm wearing.or not wearing under my dress."

"That would be great," he snickered, amazed at how nonchalantly she was going about seducing him.

"Oh, very nice," she murmured as she pushed his pants down to reveal the bulge of his penis under the thin, white cotton of his jockey shorts. "Arnold used to have a Louisville Slugger like yours, but now it's more like those number one fingers you see at all the games. More like foam rubber now."

Tracing the outline of his seven-inch cock with the tip of a lilac-tipped finger, she looked up and smiled coyly.

"Maybe I can hit a home run with it," he smirked as she dug her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down.

"You'd better," she said as his big, half-hard cock flopped out into the open, "if you ever want to bat in this park again."

"I'll try my hardest, pardon the pun," he laughed, stepping out of his pants and shorts to toe his shoes and socks off.

"Would you like a taste of my lilac taco before you feed that hot dog of yours to me?" she asked, reaching down and slowly spreading her cunt lips apart with her fingers.

"I've never tasted a lilac taco before," he grinned at her, "but I bet it tastes delicious.

"I've not had any complaints about my taco before," she said.

"Nor me about my hot dog" he retorted.

"Why don't you get on the bed first," she told him.

"Uh, sure," he said, lifting one leg up and putting his knee on the bed.

But as he did, she reached out and grabbed hold of his big, dangling balls. Then as he stood bent down over the bed with one knee on the bed and the foot of his other leg on the floor, she began to fondle and toy with his balls with one hand while she ran her other hand over the cheeks of his ass. Hal didn't move as she continued to knead and massage the muscles in his ass for several seconds.

"You have a very nice ass," she said as she finally released his balls and moved her hand away from his butt. "I like a boy with a nice, firm ass. Arnold's ass has gotten all soft and droopy."

"Sorry," Hal snickered, crawling up on the bed and flopping down on his back.

"Oh, that's okay," she laughed. "I've got yours to play with now."

Then Hal watched her as she daintily crawled up onto the bed on her hands and knees. He saw her crawl over and shove his legs together as she straddled him and began to climb up his body

Hal watched her big, heavy tits dangling down under her wiggle and dance as she crawled up until they were dangling down over his face. As he stared up at the beautiful treasures, Edna slowly lowered them down until one of the big, puffy nipples touched his face. Then she began to move it around over his face teasing him with the rubbery, hard berry as he chased it with his mouth.

Finally, he caught it and clamped his lips down around it.

"Mmmmmmm," she mewed out as he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across the swollen knob. "I love to have my tits played with."

Reaching up, Hal wrapped his hands around the dangling melons and began to roughly squeeze and knead them as he teased and toyed with her nipple.

She let him play with her tits for several seconds before she slowly pushed herself up and pull her tits away from him.

"Enough of the lilac grapes," she laughed, reaching out and grabbing hold of the headboard. "Now it's time for the main course. My lilac taco."

Hal watched as her pretty pussy crept closer and closer to his mouth. Then the musky scent of her overheated pussy mingled with the fragrance of lilac perfume filled his nostrils as he inhaled deeply.

"It even smells like lilacs," he grinned, reaching around behind her and cupping her soft buttocks in his hand.

"Just for you," she murmured, easing her pussy down onto his lips.

Hal didn't hesitate. He immediately flicked his tongue out and began to explore the soft, smoothness of her pussy-lips as he pulled her into his mouth. Then, as he lovingly mouthed the soft, yielding flesh surrounding her vagina, he looked up to see her watching him with her smoky, brown eyes. He ran his tongue round and round the opening of her cunt for several seconds reveling in the smoothness of her soft, silky lips on his tongue. But at last, he lifted his mouth up to the jutting bud of her clitoris. Encircling it with his lips, he quickly attacked it with the tip of his tongue, flicking and tickling it as she ground her pussy into his face.

"Oh, oh, yes, Hal, yes, like that," she cooed out as he roughly attacked her clit with his tongue.

Even as he hungrily consumed her pussy and clit with his mouth, he looked up to savor the sight of her big, heavy breasts jiggling and bobbing just above his head.

Edna continued to gurgle and mew as she leaned forward to rest her forehead against the headboard. Then she dropped her hands down and cupped the back of his head in her palms. Balancing on her knees with her head resting against the headboard, she gently humped her pussy and clit at him at the same time she pulled his mouth against her.

As he tortured her jutting clit with his tongue, he could feel the muscles under softness of her ass begin to tighten and tense up. As they did, he could feel the strength and fervor of her hunches growing.

"Oh, yes, oh, yes," she panted, humping her pussy against him harder and harder. "Going to come, going to come, going to come."

Spurred on by her obvious elation, Hal attacked her with frenzied abandon as she groveled in his lustful attention.

All at once, she groaned and roughly shoved his face into her pussy as her ass began to quiver and jiggle in his hands.

Gasping, she ground her pussy into his face as a gusher of thick, hot juice spewed out of her cunt and poured down his chin.

Keeping his lips locked around her clit and his tongue rapidly flicking back and forth across it, he let her ride out her orgasm as she quivered through it.

"Oh, God, that was good," she moaned, easing her hands out from under his head and letting it drop back down onto the pillow. "Damned good."

"Glad. Glad you enjoyed it," he grinned up at her as she slowly inched back down moving her pussy away from his juice-drenched lips.

"Look at your face," she laughed softly, looking down at him. "It's drenched. I must have spewed out a whole cup of juice."

Flicking out his tongue, he ran it around his lips, licking away her juices at the same time he lifted his hand up and ran it across his chin.

"That's different," he smirked up at her.

"Different from what?" she asked him, looking down at him and inching farther down his body.

"You're the first woman I've ever fuck-, uh, had inter-, uh, you know, done it with," he blushed. "None of the girls that I did it with ever had that much stuff come out of their pussies."

"It didn't repulse you, did it," she asked, frowning at him.

"Hell, no," he said, watching her scoot down until her pussy was poised just above his rock-hard cock lying flat on his belly. "I think it's cool to know that you got that excited. Cool to know that I made you that hot."

"Well, you did that," she laughed, rolling up off her knees onto her feet. "You made me very hot and now it's time for me to return the favor."

"I can't wait," he grinned watching her balance herself on her dainty feet with one hand on his shoulder as she reached down to his cock with her other hand.

Looking down between her legs, she lifted his cock up until it was perpendicular to his body. Then, holding it up, she lazily lowered her pussy down until the fat, meaty lips encircling it slowly enveloped the head of his big dick.

Hal felt the tapered head of his cock slowly slide up into the velvet-lined channel of her pussy as she let go of his cock and dropped her hand down to his other shoulder.

"Unnnnnhuuuhhhhhh," she groaned out as she dropped her pussy lower and lower consuming more and more of his cock.

Finally, his whole cock was buried up inside the tight, clutching channel of her pussy. Waiting for her to start sliding her pussy up and down his cock, he could feel her clenching it down around his cock over and over again. She just sat there smiling down at him as she milked his cock with her tight cunt for the longest time.

At last, with a soft grunt, she slowly pushed herself up, letting her sopping cunt slither up his cock leaving it drenched in her in her hot juices. Hal couldn't believe how wet his cock was as the thick, viscid juice ran down the glistening shaft and puddled around the thick base of his cock.

"Jeez, Mrs., uh, Edna," Hal muttered, still staring down at his cock as it lazily disappeared back inside the velvet-lined channel of her cunt, "Your pussy is really pouring out stuff."

"Un-huhhhhhhhh," she gurgled, as she pushed up off his cock once again. "Makes your big cock slide in so easy."

"I love the way it looks when it goes back up into your pussy," he grinned, lifting his eyes up to her big tits as they bobbled and jiggled in cadence with her pace.

"Unh-huh," she mumbled starting to work her hips up and down faster as Hal reached up and latched hold of her big tits with his hands.

He loved the way her big, heavy udders felt in his hands as Edna continued to work her pussy up and down his cock faster and faster.

Finally, after four or five minutes of jerking her pussy up and down on his jutting cock, she ground her cunt down around him and slowly eased down onto her knees.

"I'm getting too tired that way," she panted, now straddling him with her legs bent at the knee and resting beside him on the bed. "This way's not as tiring."

"Here, I'll help," he grinned, releasing her big tits and dropping his hands down around her softly rounded waist.

With his cock buried up inside her tight, clinging cunt all the way to the hilt, Hal gently lifted as she pushed herself up letting his cock ooze out until only its big, round head remained inside the drooling slit. Then with a happy smile, she began to work her hips up and down as Hal began to hump his cock up into her pussy.

Hal continued to stare down at his glistening cock as it hypnotically sloshed in and out of her drooling cunt.

The bed creaked and groaned out its protest as they bounced up and down on it. And the lewd noise of their groins wetly slapping together filled their ears with its vulgar sound. Grunting along with her, Hal jerked her up and down on his cock impaling her on it every time she went sliding back down onto him. Their love weapons clashed together with such momentum, the room was filled with the wicked thunder of their adultery.

Now without his hands to restrain them, her big tits were flouncing up and down wildly as she lewdly fucked him.

Then as she rocked up and down on him, she reached down and took hold of his wrists. Gently, she led his hand back up to her big, jiggling tits.

"God, I love your hot cunt, Mrs., uh, Edna," Hal groaned out. "It's so hot and tight."

"No kids," she panted, grinning down at him as she clutched her cunt down around his pistoning prick.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," she groaned out as Hal felt her body straining and tensing. "It's coming, it's coming, feel it."

Hal could feel another orgasm beginning to coalesce and grow down inside of her battered pussy as he continued to hump his cock up into her tightening cunt.

"When, when, are, you, going, going, to, come?" she panted out as she bounced up and down on his cock.

"You, you finish, finish first," he huffed hunching up at her bouncing puss.

Groaning with the effort, Hal dropped her tits and dug his fingers into her waist, lifting her up and dropping her down onto his upthrust prick.

She was slamming her ass up and down as hard and fast as she could, but Hal dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her waist jerking her up and down, helping her work to another level of fucking.

She was the rider and he was the bull. She rode him as hard as she could and he bucked her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her hungry cunt with every lunge.

"Me, me, gonna, gonna, come, soon, soon, oh, godddddd," she moaned out, thrusting herself down onto him and grinding her pelvis into his.

Her body began to shake and shudder as Hal thrust his cock up into her convulsing cunt and held it there. Mewing and grunting, Edna dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she rode out the orgasm that was washing over her and filling her mind with its ecstatic pleasure.

Holding her shoved down onto his cock, Hal watched her eyes roll back in her head as she threw back her head and let out a long, gasping whimper.

Hal could feel the sticky heat of her juices pouring out onto his balls as she continued to grovel through her orgasm.

Harder and harder, her cunt muscles compressed down on his cock as she trembled and shook above him. Ten, twenty, and finally thirty seconds drug by as she quaked and gasped her way through her orgasm.

At last, ever so slowly, he felt her muscles relax and then she abruptly flopped forward to land on his chest.

He could feel her breathing. She was taking fast and shallow breaths as she ground her tits into his chest.

Hal's penis was still hard and achingly rigid, jutting up inside the silky sheath of her soft, juice-filled pussy as she lay pinning him to the bed. Twice now, she had reached the summit, only to climb the mountain by herself. Now he needed his own release. He could feel that his heavy, juice-slathered balls were full of boiling hot cum and it needed to be released inside the tight, clutching core of her cunt.

Unable to contain his need any longer, he wrapped his arms around her and roughly rolled her over onto her back. Her arms and legs flopped about lifelessly as he did. He felt a fleeting stab of shame but hoping that she would understand his need, he reached down and hooked his arms underneath her long, limp legs. Lifting them up in the air, he scooted up until his rock hard penis was pointing down at her seeping love wound. Quickly aiming himself down into the soft, wetness of her inner sanctum, he carefully fitted his head of his love muscle into her hot, sopping socket. He loved the feel of her hot, sopping cunt wrapped around his cock as he slowly sank the entire length of his manhood into her clenching love wound.

Impaling her to the limit, he ground his belly into hers, twirling his long, thick cock around in the scorching wetness of her womanhood. As he did, he felt her stir below him. Pulling his cock back out of her, he quickly sent it crashing back into her waiting oven as she mewed out softly. The wonderful feeling of her soft, mushy cunt sucking on his steel-hard cock was almost enough to finally trigger his eruption, but he strained to hold it back as he fucked her with long, deep strokes.

As he fucked her, his penis plowing in and out of her dripping slit, he saw her slowly open her eyes. She was still dazed as she looked up at him bewilderedly. A look of rapture filled her eyes as they glazed over and closed again. Blinking her eyes open again several seconds later, he saw her smile up at him and begin to respond to the pounding her cunt was taking from his rock-hard cock.

He couldn't hold it back any more. Even as she struggled back to consciousness, he couldn't stop.

Suddenly, his cock lurched, erupting inside the fiery heat of her cunt. Driving his steely hardness into her as deep and hard as he could, he felt a searing white flash of ecstasy rip through it as his it began to spurt out its thick, creamy essence into her.

"AHHHHH, GOOOODDDDD," she suddenly wailed as the white hot gusher of boiling cum burst out into her cunt, "It's SO FUCKING HOT!"

Unable to restrain himself, Hal continued to hump his spewing, spitting wand into her ravenous cunt as fast as he could, sending it into her all the way up to the hilt every time.

"Oh, Yes, More, Unhhhhhhhh, Oh, Yes, More, UNnnnnnn," she cooed every time she felt his big penis swell and squirt another gusher of his virile, seed-laden cum into her.

Hal couldn't believe how long his awesome orgasm was lasting. Over and over, again and again his peter erupted inside his teacher's deep, steaming wetness.

He must have shot a gallon of the gooey syrup into her before it began to give up as the intensity of the spurts grew less and less. Until finally, his balls had been drained dry by her greedy cunt.

Gradually the instinct to drive his cock into her gave way to overpowering fatigue and he leaned back away from her. Gently easing his shrinking manhood back out of her overflowing pussy, he released her long, firm legs and rolled over on the bed beside her as a river of his thick, creamy ejaculate flowed out of her bruised and battered womanhood.

They both lay flat on their backs gasping for air for the longest time.

Finally, Hal raised his head up and rolled over onto his side. Looking down at her with an egotistical grin, he ran his hand over to one of her gravity-flattened tits and cupped it. Squeezing and fondling it, he tickled its big, rubbery nipple back to hardness as Edna looked on with a dreamy look on her face.

"Well, did I pass?" he finally asked her.

"Yes, yes you did," she smiled up at him. "I am definitely giving you a passing grade. And you can take the same test anytime you feel like it. Take it to improve your score, you know."

"You mean that I didn't get an 'A+'?" he asked her with a frown on his face, somewhat disappointed by her remark.

"But, of course, you did," she laughed softly. "But for extra credits, you know."

"But how will I know it's safe to visit?" he asked, tweaking her swollen nipple with his finger and thumb.

"If you drive by and see the curtains over there are open," she said, pointing over to the corner window, "then it's safe, but park your care down the block so it doesn't seem to obvious."

"Oh, okay," he laughed. "Sounds like you've done this before."

"Could be," she smiled coyly. "Could be."