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Anatomy Teacher

... her from enjoying him sexually after school that day. She was assuming, safely, he would be more than willing, because none of the young men she had targeted as sex partners had ever been even the least bit averse to her ample charms. Knowing Brian would be coming to see her in the classroom after school ended for the day, Carolyn had made the necessary preparations. She had cleaned off her desk so the top was empty except for a large purse on one end. The shade on the window that looked out into the hall was pulled all the way down and, when he entered and closed the door behind himself, it had locked the way she had set it to. Nobody could see into the class room and nobody could enter without a key until she or the student opened the door from the inside. More important, to avoid delays and any kind of fumbling, she had removed her bra and panties and shoes and stockings. "Well, Mr. Johnson, I know you're not stupid. I believe what you need to help you learn more about human bodily functions is a practical demonstration. Come up here and lie on your back on top of the desk." "Lay on the desk? Will that help me remember?" "It's 'lie' on the desk and, yes, I guarantee it will help." Curious but somewhat reluctantly, Brian got off his chair and, as Miss Brown watched, lay on top of her desk. He noticed her breasts seemed more visible than they had a few minutes earlier, and realized most of the buttons of her blouse were not fastened. Puzzled but willing to learn, he ...

... stretched out on top of the desk and rested his head on the purse she slid into place for him. Carolyn smiled at the way things were working out and stood up next to where she could see a bulge in his pants. "I'll start with a demonstration of this," she said, reaching out to lightly take hold of the cock that was growing bigger and harder inside his pants. "But first, I need to get more comfortable." Hardly believing what was happening, Brian gawked at the anatomy teacher. Having her hand squeeze his cock had been one of the greatest surprises in his life, but another was happening before his eyes. Miss Brown was unfastening the rest of the buttons on her blouse and, when she was done, she pulled it off and hung it on the back of her chair. She had not been wearing a bra, although he was sure she had been before, and her big breasts swayed enticingly when she moved closer and leaned over his crotch. This time she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his blue jeans and started to pull them down. Reflexively, he raised his ass from the surface of the desk, and she pulled his pants to mid-thigh. His jockey shorts were treated the same way and, when she was done with that part of the demonstration, her hand was lightly holding his cock, which was about as hard as he could remember it ever being. Her hand was well-filled, but that wasn't what the eager woman had on her mind. "I'm sure you know the function of this," she said. "But watch how well it fits together with the parts of a woman's ...