gracie-adv.1

 mf humor series


Grace Fitzpatrick looked down her glasses at the student sitting in her
office. It was difficult to maintain the proper distance and respect between
herself and her college English students, but the prim outfits she wore and
the glasses she didn't need helped. At least she hoped so. She would need
all the help she could get to retain her composure in front of this muscled
football jock whose gaze kept drifting to her chest. She tried to hide them
as much as possible, but Grace did have unusually large breasts, and there
just wasn't that much that she could do about them. She tried not to look
down, hoping a button hadn't come undone. They often did.

"So, Pete, it's been a full week since I assigned that memorization and
analysis to the class. It was due Thursday and you didn't show up to class.
It's now Friday. Where is it?" She endeavored to look stern, but her glasses
kept slipping off her elegant nose, and she had to push them up with a
delicate pink-nailed finger.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Fitzpatrick. You see, I was helping a little old lady
across the street on my way to class, and a car came barreling out of
nowhere and hit me. I cracked several ribs and broke an arm, so I had to
miss class. I haven't been able to write, so I can't hand you the
assignment, but I memorized my analysis as well as the scene.. Would you
like to hear it?" Pete smiled up at her, the light catching his perfect
teeth.

Grace was stunned. She had expected some tawdry excuse and a request for an
extension. She had thought that all the bandages swathing his massive body
were from a football injury. To realize how noble Pete's actions really were
almost caused her to swoon. But wait...first she had to hear him recite.

"Oh. All right. Go ahead, Pete. I'm listening."

Pete sat up straight in the wooden chair, opened that wide-jawed mouth and
began to recite. "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty
pace from day to day..." Grace was awed by the power in his voice and the
obvious time and energy he had put into his presentation. She had been
standing by her desk, but as he continued, she sunk down to perch on the
edge, not realizing that the motion caused her cream-colored skirt to slide
up her thigh, exposing a few more delectable inches. Pete continued to
recite, and Grace's heart was captured in a quick flutter as she gazed at
that large, firm mouth moving so...commandingly. When he finished, there was
a long moment of silence.

"Very, very good, Pete. And the analysis?" This was the true test, since the
boy might only have been blessed with great talent, but little brain. Grace
could never truly love a man who was not as intelligent as she. He began to
speak, addressing the problem of despair with what was clearly a razor-sharp
mind. Grace ran her little pink tongue around her seashell lips, her heart
rate beginning to climb. He cited references, proving not only that he had
done his research but had understood it. Grace suddenly realized how
overheated the room was, and undid the top two buttons of her blouse,
opening the way for his eyes to fall on the tops of her delectable breasts.
Pete continued steadfastly, moving from exposition on the historical aspects
of the question to analysis of the motivations of Shakespeare in writing the
piece. Grace crossed and recrossed her legs, trying to ignore the burning
heat between her thighs. He finally moved to a resounding critique of the
secondary sources, reaching heights never before achieved by one of her
students, and Grace was lost!

She flung herself off the desk and into his lap, dropping hundreds of tiny
kisses all over him as she ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying.
Her chest heaved and her own buttons flew off. Her immense breasts popped
out of the brassiere that was simply incapable of restraining them and Grace
grabbed Pete's head and buried his still analyzing mouth in the creamy
mounds. His mouth kept moving, sending delightful shivers through her. Grace
straddled him, her slim skirt sliding up stocking-clad thighs to reveal the
cream lace garters that were her one indulgence. Her soft breasts pressed
against Pete's hairy chest, and her fingers worked quickly to undo his
pants. His stiff erection slid out smoothly, and before Pete could say
historicity, her bare virgin cunt was swallowing his cock.

He pierced her in one vigorous stroke, and Grace moaned in pleasure as they
began sliding smoothly in sync. Pete's mouth moved skillfully over her
nipples and his fingers were somehow laced together behind her back, helping
her move up and down on his lap. Her velvety cunt milked his cock, and
Grace's nails dug into his powerful back under his shirt. Pete hammered into
her, slamming her up and down on his rigid cock. Her first-ever orgasm came
quickly, and she buried her face in his massive shoulder and bit down hard
to keep from screaming as the fiery waves engulfed her. A moment later,
Pete's own orgasm erupted, sending waves of cum up into her still-shuddering
cunt. He let out an animal groan, momentarily unable to speak, and the two
of them relaxed into a shuddering heap on the sturdy wooden chair.

It was at that moment that the Senior Faculty Member swung open the door of
their shared office and walked in.

"Ms. Fitzpatrick! I am appalled!" The poor old fellow looked as if he were
about to have a heart attack, and Grace momentarily regretted that it hadn't
been the handsome Junior Faculty Member who had walked in. She was beginning
to wonder what else she had been missing in all the years that she had kept
herself untouched.

"I...can explain, sir," she said hastily.

His face turned purple with indignation, and he positively sputtered his
next words. "There can be no explanations for such outrageous behavior. I
shall see to it that you never teach again!" With that, he turned and
stalked out of the room, leaving the sweat-soaked pair entangled on the
chair.

Gracie shrugged and turned back to Pete. "Well, it doesn't look like I'll be
able to give you grades for much longer....but I probably have a day or two
before all the forms are filled out. I think that performance definitely
rated an 'A-'; why don't we see whether you can manage an 'A'? A little
louder, this time." With that, Pete enthusiastically started once more, and
the sound of...voices reciting Shakespeare echoed through the hallowed halls
of the College.