Part One
“Sex Ed,” my friend Even said grinning like the idiot he liked to be, “this is going to be my new favorite class.”
“Oh please,” I told him, “you do remember we’re in public school right?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So, they’re too afraid of a law suit to teach anything more than the basics of the reproductive season, safe sex, that kinda stuff. They can’t show us actual sex or tell us how to do it or anything like that.”
“Dude, do you have to ruin all of my fantasies?”
“Call it my super power.”
“Besides,” I said taking a seat in the back of the classroom, “we’re probably getting Mr. O’Keefe or someone like that for a teacher.”
“He’s like ninety.”
“So?”
“So, he’s so old he probably can’t even remember what sex is.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“What?”
I shook my head. Despite what I told Even I was looking forward to this class too. What can I say? I was a freshmen at the time: sex was always on my mind anyway. Why not get graded for it? It was then my life changed forever. Our teacher arrived.
“Ms. Mortenson?”
Alexandra Mortenson was the wet dream of every straight boy and lesbian girl at our school. Only in her early thirties this was her first teaching job after leaving college. Midterms and finals had to feel like a cakewalk compared to teach rowdy high school kids science.
She was about my height, just under six foot or so, with long wavy black hair framing a beautiful face with the most piercing and knowing blue eyes I had ever seen. Though let’s be honest that’ not what caught anyone’s eye first. No that would be her large bouncy dominating C-Cup breasts, the tops of which could always be seen poking out of the top of any top she wore.
“Alright boys and girls,” she said, “let’s talk about sex.”
I almost came in my pants right then and there.
As expected we spent the class going over the body’s reproductive system. By the end of class she had us reading quietly out of our textbooks. As I read I felt someone come up behind me.
“Keep up the good work,” Ms. Mortenson whispered into my ear.
She gently squeezed my shoulder and left to inspect the rest of the class. I gasped and became instantly hard. When class was over I raced to the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls until I could get my tell-tell bulge under control.
It did little good however. Everyday she would teach in a low cut top revealing her monstrous breasts. No matter how hard I tried I could focus on little else. At the end of class each day she would have us do a little independent study. Each day during this time she would walk around the class and watch them work. It didn’t escape my notice however that she spent extra time watching me. She stood behind me, arms over my shoulders, her big breasts pressing up against my neck. She stood there as long as she could before moving on.
Needless to say I was loving this class. That was until we got our first test back.
“An F?!” I groaned walking home from school, “My parents are going to kill me.”
Well they did ground me, which to a teenager feels like death believe you me. Since I had so much free time now I bore down and studied as hard as I could. I found it much easier at home without my sexy teacher hanging all over me. Don’t get me wrong I loved that but it didn’t help was all I was saying. By the time the next test came around, which was when my parents would end my grounding by the way, I was ready.
A+. Now that’s what I was talking about.
“Peter?”
“Yes, Ms. Mortenson?”
“See me after school.”
Well crap.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the science room door.
“Come in.”
Slowly I opened the door and walked into the classroom.
“Close the door please, Peter.”
I did.
“I want to talk to you about your last test.”
“I thought … I thought I passed it.”
“You did.”
“OK, then what …?”
“You cheated.”
“What?”
“How else do you explain the jump from F to A so quickly?”
“I studied my ass off, that’s how.”
“Don’t lie to me Peter.”
I pleaded my case to her hoping beyond hope she’d believe me.
“I don’t believe you.”
Oh come on.
“I’m afraid there’s only one way for me to get the truth.”
She walked to the door and locked it. She then marched back to the desk where I stood waiting.
“Ms. Mortenson, please. I’m telling you …”
Suddenly she grabbed me by the front of my shirt throwing me onto my back on top of the desk.
“What the hell?”
Before I could finish my thought she climbed up onto my chest pinning my arms with her legs.
“Confess!”
“I didn’t cheat!”
“We do this the hard way then.”
She leaned down covering my face with her large powerful breasts. How could something so soft looking be so heavy? The warm mounds engulfed my face holding my head down onto the desk. I began to thrash as I found I couldn’t breath. She pulled herself off me and I lay there gasping for breath.
“Confess.”
It took me a moment but I finally caught my breath long enough to answer.
“I didn’t cheat.”
She covered my head again. This time felt longer then the last one. Finally though I was given a brief respite.
“Please …” I whispered, too winded to even talk.
“Just confess and I’ll end this.”
“I can’t.”
“You’ve brought this upon yourself then.”
I don’t know how long or how many times this lasted. Finally, soaked in sweat, I relented.
“Ok, ok.”
“Ok, what?”
“I’ll tell you anything you want just stop.”
“Then confess.”
“I cheated.”
“What?”
“I cheated, Ms. Mortenson, I cheated and I’m sorry.”
“Good boy.”
She stood and helped me from the desk. I was so weak and exhausted I had to lean on her for support.
“You did the right thing,” she reassured me sweetly, “let me drive you home.”
Exhausted I walked along with her to her car and she helped me into the passenger’s seat. As we drove I struggled to keep my eyes open.
“If you need to rest a little it’s OK,” she told me, “we’ll be there soon.”
I tried to argue but it was no good I was out before I could form the thought. I awoke the car door opening. She helped me into the house and into the recliner. I tried to thank her but just ended up dozing off again. When I woke this time it was morning. It was only then I realized something was wrong. No three things were wrong.
I was naked.
I had been tied up.
I was not in my house.
To be continued …