You're sweating, like a pig in the middle of the Sahara. You fidget in your seat, eyes unblinking as you stare at the one line sentence on the A4 sized sheet of paper.
"What are my three sizes?" This single question would determine if you'd fail the entire semester or not.
"Struggling?" you gulp at the sultry voice, you look up, eyes quickly averting from the valley of flesh directly ahead of you.
Professor Kronii was bent slightly over, looking down on you as you tried to pass her 'extra credit' quiz.
You had initially pegged her as a very conservative woman , she usually wore very loose sweaters and trousers, that hid her figure.
Now she was wearing an unbuttoned white blouse, the fabric so thin you could clearly see the lacy black underwear underneath. Jesus those were some massive puppers.
"Anon? You have 15 minutes left. Don't you want to pass my class?" Her blue eyes stared evilly down at you, you could see the under-cleavage as she straightened up. A cruel curl on the edge of her lip as she savored your silent suffering.
"I-I'll take the L professor...I give up." you sheepishly surrender, about to stand up from your seat when Professor Kronii suddenly places her palm down your thigh, pressing down hard
You squeak surprisingly at the sudden movement.
"Anon...you disappoint me, this quiz is open book," You catch a glimpse of black underwear as Kronii-sensei raises a leg, moving and lowering it over your legs. She's now straddling you, arms around your shoulders, her breasts pressed against your chest.
You can feel the soft lacy underwear she was wearing rubbing gently against your cock.
You can smell her perfume, a lavender scent mixed with the slight odor of sweat.
You can see the blue orbs behind her thick rimmed glasses, the dark blue bangs that clung to her perspiring forehead.
You can see the redness in her cheeks, and the nervous looking twitch on her lips.
She was nervous too.
Was she coming on to you?
Your earlier cowardice was being subsumed by a hunger, your sexual instinct giving you the courage to press on.
She wanted you to know her sizes.
That was what you're gonna do.
You slide your arms around her waist, she lets out a cute "eeep" as your clammy hands feel up her slim and dainty waist.
Those hands, satisfied by surveying her hips, then proceeded to go down, under her pencil skirt. You can feel the strap of her lingerie, the flimsy material covering her toned ass.
You sneeze, Kronii gasps at your violent grope. Your hands grabbing unto the ample butt flesh.
You continue squeezing, as you lowered your face downwards, your tongue out as you insert your face between the two bags of flesh squished against you.
"A-Anon w-wait I need time to-" too late, this coquettish cougar needs to learn her place, she was the one who initiated this, who let the lion out of its cage .
Your tongue eagerly licks up the breast sweat collecting on her overboob, Kronii moaning as you stimulate her sensitive mammaries. Your hands still on her buttocks, lifting her up so you could engorge yourself on more of her wonderful udders.
Your tongue is quickly joined by your lips and then teeth. You kiss and lightly bight the pale white milky skin and flesh.
It smelled so nice, her perfume and sweat collecting in the hidden cavern between her boobies.
Your tongue, slithers under her bra like a serpent, now flicking at her hard and tenting nipple.
She outright yelps like a bitch in heat, you can taste the slight hint of milk as her nipples start to leak.
Your cock is throbbing, violently rubbing against her clothed cunt. The pre-cum leaking out.
Sensei was the most erotic textbook you've ever read, you wouldn't have minded buying her if she was expensive as one.