Janice stood up, and I could plainly see the girl's pointed nips outlined against the thin material of her t-shirt. She was about nineteen, with long, blonde hair, green eyes, an all-summer tan covering a tight, curvy body, and a pair of double-D knockers topped by those sexily jutting protrusions.

"My story is titled The Summer of My Discontent," she said solemnly.  I stared at her chest, thinking, here comes another poignant memoir about a girl's first period. She proceeded to shatter my bored expectations, however, by regaling the stunned class with a searing tale about a forty-something woman who goes on a hot weather sexual rampage with everyone from her son's football team's starting D-line, to a daisy-chain of her daughter's lesbian cheerleader classmates. But when she got to the part of her story dealing with 'richly anticipated anal fireworks', even I had to draw the line. The class was Adult Ed., but not that adult.

"Thank you, Janice," I interrupted hastily. "I think we can all see where your story is, um, headed." I grinned nervously at the wide-eyed students in the suddenly-humid classroom, not daring to stand up. "Class dismissed," I said, my mind gone blank.

After all of the other students had staggered out of the room, I found myself alone with the hot-minded honey known as Janice.

"Aren't you going to criticize my story, Mr. Lanigan?" she asked.

"Criticize? Your story? Well, um ..." I stared, transfixed, at her huge, heaving chest as she rapidly walked up to and around my desk. I rose in self-defense and she kissed me on the lips.

"I know it's just fiction," she said earnestly, "but it rings a lot truer when you get your facts right."

I nodded dumbfounded agreement. As a man dedicated to life-long learning, who was I to stand in the way of this girl's quest for the artistic truth?

Plus, with forty-five years of living and loving under my belt, perhaps I could even teach the teen a few things. So, I grabbed her in my arms and squeezed her hot body against mine, kissed her hard, and then jammed my tongue between her lips and into her mouth until it swirled up against her own tongue. We frenched each other passionately in the empty classroom, my hands drifting down to her cute, tight ass, grabbing and squeezing the round, firm cheeks that swelled her cut-off blue jeans.

She broke away from my hungry mouth and asked, "Could you show me how a man would tit-fuck a woman?"

"With pleasure," I replied, assured that we both had the appropriate learning tools for the task in question.

I helped her pull off her t-shirt. Her sun-kissed tits were unbelievably huge and heavy-looking, her brown nipples thick and long. I felt up her jugs for a good long moment, marveling at their size and weight, before she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me. She cupped her mammoth mams, holding them up and together and inviting me to slide my cock in between their awesome, fleshy goodness. It was going to be one helluva tight fit.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants and shorts, and my six-inch teacher's aid sprang out and quivered in front of the knowledge-deprived girl. She spread her tits apart, and I slid my cock in between her humungous hooters, before she closed them over top of my dick. The heat and the tightness were incredible. I tentatively thrust my hips forward and began tit-fucking that gorgeous, top-heavy teen.

"How does that feel?" she asked, packing her mountains even more tightly together and glancing down at my peek-a-booing cockhead.

"Gooood," I groaned. I told her to spit into her tit-tunnel, as the going was pretty slow, and she quickly lubed my schlong and her tits with hot saliva. That allowed me to really pound my meat in between her tremendous ta-ta's. I fucked her chest like I was fucking her pussy, which I prayed was next.

But she surprised me yet again by looking up at me with her jade eyes and saying, "I'd like to experience anal sex, as well, Mr. Lanigan. If it's not asking too much?"

I almost blew my load right then and there, in the incredibly deep, super-heated skin valley formed by her all-natural casabas. This girl truly had the unquenchable curiosity of the modern-day realist author. I pulled my throbbing cock out of her pillows and instructed her to drop her shorts and bend over the desk.

As she did what I asked, I noted with satisfaction that she eschewed underwear on the bottom half of her succulent body, as well as the top. Her pouty, pink slit was shaved and glistening; it was obvious that I was getting through to her. I fingered her twat monetarily as she leaned over top of the desk, then was reminded of my scholarly duties when she said, "Fuck me up the ass, Mr. Lanigan," and reached back and spread her taut butt cheeks.

I slickened my rigid pole with more spit, and steered it up against her tiny starfish. She groaned softly as I pressed forward, plowing my mushroomed hood into her pucker until I was penetrating her tight, tight ass. Then she unexpectedly pushed back into me, swallowing up my plump tube-steak with her luscious ass. I was quickly buried to the balls inside that sweet young thing's gripping bunghole.

I started banging away at her butt, her golden ass cheeks bouncing along to my anal plunging, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until I was pounding her perfect petoot with an animal intensity, desperately trying to derive as much pleasure from her virgin ass as I could before the inevitable explosion. I plowed her trembling behind over and over, my balls smacking briskly against her bronze butt flesh, the desk creaking and rocking.

"God, that feels good," she moaned, hanging on with whitened knuckles.

"Even better from this end," I grunted, brutally assaulting her bottom with my flesh-pole. I held out for as long as I could, and then I strangled her waist, tossed back my head and let out a primal roar, and blasted her ass full of semen. "Christ almighty!" I shouted, rocketing white-hot cum into her craven crack, again and again and again, my body quivering uncontrollably, my brain spinning off into space.

Only when I'd emptied a good cubic liter of spunk into her heart-shaped trunk, did I collapse on top of her, drained of all energy. I pawed weakly at her tits, and tongued her dewy ears and neck.