Fux Sex Teacher - part 1
I just recently endured a full IRS audit due to some (at least to me) very simple math errors. After nearly losing the shirt I do not own - I swear those guys would take my fur if they could - I decided to take a remedial math course. Truth is those classes are pretty much empty. I know most people avoid them like the plague and I too would have had the IRS not also tried to impound my computer! I had to claim work necessity to keep it out of their grasping claws. So you can see how urgent my need for remedial math was.
I felt a sense of doom signing up for remedial math but need is need and besides one of my buddies had told me to sign up under Miss Ava Devine. She was a hottie in fact there was a pool in school with the winner being the one who can prove whether her big tits are fake or not. So maybe if I get lucky I can win two things. The first thing I stood to gain was proper math skills and avoiding another IRS audit. The second was that pool I hear had reached like 1 grand in USD. Not a bad sum though I also hear that many had tried and failed to breach that professional resistance to students getting too close. I sure was game.
My first day in class I felt like a loser. I was there with only four other students (all male and one a math major). Obviously all they wanted was in her her pants or at the very least her bra.
Miss Devine was surely built to please though. Had I known there was a teacher this hot on campus I probably would have signed up for ancient greek classes if she taught it (probably not though).
In any case she was a sight to behold. She liked to lecture and pace which was fine by us (though I was somewhat distressed in not being able to concentrate) those long legs flashing as she paceed and her very big tits threatening to escape her lowcut blouse whenever she leaned down to her desk.
Don’t underestimate just how much I needed his math course. If nothing else this made for the best teacher - student ratio of any class on campus. Her big tits and sexy body not withstanding remedial math was just not a course any student or guy in his right mond fro that matter wanted to be caught dead in. It was like an “I am stupid - kick me sign” on your forehead and not even the divine Ms Devine 
could help me feel better. The rest of the class was full of jocks whom I doubted even understood what they were there for they just wanted to win the “real big tits or not” pool and to do that they needed to get hold of those big tits.
Two weeks passed in that class and I was failing miserably. Our first test I handed back with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Numbers were just not my thing (have you ever heard of a cat who did math?). I resolved to stay after class and see if I could get extra help with remedial math. I swear to you though her looks were wonderful but I was seriously desperate to get these numbers marching together instead of running willy nilly over my paper making no sense at all. Well, 
let’s make a longer story shorter and I realized when I got test restults back with a score of 10 that if I did not get extra help the IRS would own me next year. So as the other three guys filed out of class discussing the possiblities of getting Miss Devine alone I did the obvious and stayed after.
Miss devine was looking better than ever that day which annoyed me to no end. As big a fan of fine big tits and lovely legs as I am I really needed to concentrate and kept my eyes stoicly on the clock behind her refusing to be drawn in by those beautiful big tits or those lacy red underthings I could see peeping from under her short skirt as she sat on the desk asking me presumably how she could help me.
Now I swear to you my eyes were not on those lean long legs. I swear I was focused on the clock behind her and that I did not hear the whisper of silk as she crossed and uncrossed those sexy nylon clad legs nor did I see those big firm breasts straining to be free of that lacy bra that kept peeking over the top of her plunging neckline. I could not smell her sweet floral scent with the hint of musk that put me in mind of a woman in heat. No, not I. I was fully focused on getting some extra help with the numbers I swear to you.
I managed to stammer out finally my issues with even the most basic math and mumble a strained and only half plea for help with those pesky things I felt sure were out to make my life misery.
I kind of lost track though after that of what she was saying to me. I heard words I mean but the sense was lost because I kid you not, she had spread her legs wider. No, I was not imagining it I could see clearly the outline of her fat pussy straining against that thin red lace thong. She bent forward and my eyes shifted to her big tits both of which were showing the slightest hint of a peach pink nipple. Yes those bad boys had nearly succeeded in making a break for freedom and I was eager to help them. However I also remembered that this was my teacher so I kept my hands down - though I can’t say the same for my cock. During this short time she had been talking but finally fell silent as though awaiting an answer. I wasn’t sure what she had been saying so I broke from my usual passive tradition and instead my hands of their own volition lifted and I startled myself by cupping those firm tits of hers. I fully expected her to react with a resounding smack to my face and tossing me from the class. Surprisingly she did not she licked her sweet pink lips then glanced at the door as if to be sure it was closed. Then she whimpered a little and leaned into my palm.