Ms.McQueen’s Historical Tutoring
January 13, 2008Jim was far from a good student. He was never the kind to fail a whole bunch of courses, but he never did well. His parents always wondered why he had no self-motivation and frequently had meetings with his teacher to discuss the topic. It seemed Jim was destined to try no harder than the bare minimum and scrape by in life, something his parents would not abide by.
“Can you please teach him some common sense?”, they begged Jim’s teacher. “He’s a bright boy with a lot of potential, I hate to see it wasted. Maybe if you could provide some extra tutoring he’d get more motivated and start doing well.”
Jim’ teacher thought for a moment, “We could give it a shot I suppose. Although Jim is a pretty odd case, I may need to try some new experimental methods. However, if he’s up to it I would be willing to do what I can. What do you say Jim, interested?”
Now, Jim had had his fair share of hot teachers, the kind that wore the low-cut shirts and the tight skirts, but Jim had never had a teacher with a body like Ms.McQueen. She always looked professional, button up shirts that stretched over her more than ample breasts and straight cut mini skirts that showed off her phenominal legs. He’d imagined undressing and fucking her many times in class and began getting hard at the mere thought of alone time with her. “Yeah, I’ll do it.”, Jim answered a little more excited than his parents anticipated.
They had agreed Jim would head over to Ms.McQueen’s house Saturday morning where they would work on everything from math, to english, to history. Jim spent the majority of the week in class, staring at Ms.McQueen’s ass in anticipation of the proximity on the weekend. He imagined sliding off her skirt and fucking her hard, he knew the tutoring was going to be good, he just had no idea how good.
Saturday morning came and Jim arrived a little earlier than scheduled and a little more anxious than normal. He’d gotten a boner just thinking about it on the bus ride over and had flipped it up into his waistband to hide it. Jim stepped up to the front porch and knocked on the door. No one answered. He knocked again, still to no response. Jim checked his watch and stood confused, it was the right time and the right place, why wasn’t anyone answering? After a few moments of pausing he figured she was probably expecting him and decided to just walk in.
As Jim crept into the house he could hear some music playing on the radio and someone down the hall. Jim turned the corner as he investigated to see a fully nude Ms.McQueen standing in front of him. His mouth literally drooled as he stared for a moment, but it was cut short. “You pig!”, she yelled as her foot flew into Jim’s groin before his hands could cover. Jim didn’t even have his own dick to cover his balls as they were still up in his waistband. His nuts took the full force of Ms.McQueen’s kick and Jim was floored instantly. Ms.McQueen turned and ducked into a bedroom, Jim just layed on the floor, clutching his nuts.
It was a short while before a now fully clothed McQueen decended from her chamber to whitness a still cowering Jim still on her floor. She walked over to him and helped him up, “I’m sorry about that Jim, are your balls ok? I was startled and had just gotten out of the shower and sort of just reacted.” McQueen began rubbing the inside of Jim’s thigh, which felt good but was nothing to mask the pain in his genitals.
“It’s fine… I should have waited…”, groaned Jim. All thoughts of sex had evapourated from Jim’s mind as his balls continued to reel with pain, “Let’s just study.”
Jim cracked open his History text book and began studying diligently. He quickly raced through a few chapters on his own while Ms.McQueen was in the adjacent kitchen, preparing some tea. As she watched him study harder than she’d ever seen it hit her. Jim had a short attention span was simply because he was a sex crazed boy and that boner removing blow to the groin cleared his mind so he could study. This gave Ms.McQueen a very interesting idea.
Since the incident in the hallway Ms.McQueen had dressed a little more conservative in a sweater and pants. She walked over to Jim with the hot tea and began sipping it, commenting on how warm it was. Jim barely payed attention to her and kept flipping through a brief biography of Napoleon Bonapart. “I think I’m going to take this off.”, Ms.McQueen said, removing her bulky sweater to reveal a very form fitting yellow t-shirt.
As if on cue Jim’s eyes drifted from the page and stared at McQueen’s ample bussom. His pants instantly tightened as his dick got hard thinking of all the naughty things he wanted to do to her. While he was distracted Ms.McQueen reached across the table for another spoon of sugar and intentionally knocked Jim’s steaming hot teacup into his groin. The hot water spilled all over his balls, scalding the most sensitive area of his body. If that wasn’t enough the porcelin teacup itself landed square on his right nut, smooshing it against the chair. “Ooooooooh!”, Jim screamed as he pushed back out of his seat and began hopping around.
“Here, let me help you!”, Ms.McQueen said, following him around the room with a towel in hand. She patted his balls in a percieved atempt to soak up the tea, but ended up smacking them more than she had to. Jim continued to moan and wail until Ms.McQueen just pushed him to the ground and took his pants off. The cool air against his tea soaked boxers felt much better on his testicles and the pain began to subside, though still quite sore.
“I’m going to throw these in the wash, you just study.”, Ms.McQueen said as she took the pants into the laundry room. When she returned, once again Jim was back in his chair carefully studying. She looked at his groin and noticed, once again his dick was flaccid. This seemed to concrete her theory, Jim studied better and harder when he wasn’t sexually aroused. She knew how to fix him for good, but she needed to be sure.
When Ms.McQueen returned she was stripped down to her underwear. Her lacey white bra barely concealed her tits and her tight thong displayed her ass and pussy proudly. “I had to wash my clothes too, they were covered in tea.”, she said. Jim’s dick raced to it’s fullest and Ms.McQueen let out an audible giggle as she noticed it sliding out the botom of his boxers. “My, my aren’t we excited. You know, I’m ssurprised it can sill get up!”, she teased.
Jim pulled out of his chair and walked over to her, “Oh, it does more than just stand up.”
“May I see?”, McQueen asked.
Jim pulled down his boxers and revealed to her the pinacle of his raging hormones. His dick stood proud and he held his pelvis out as far as he could to make it seem bigger. “It’s so big, she exclaimed.”, going down on her knees for a closer look. “But what about your studies?”
“Screw it, let’s fuck!”, Jim said, pulling Ms.McQueen’s head closer to his dick.
“Bad call Jim.”, with all her might Ms.McQueen uppercutted Jim’s balls. He collapsed to the ground instantly after such a devastating blow. “That’s your problem Jim, you’re too horny. You’ll never amount to anything if the only thing you’ve got running through your brain is a sexy pair of legs.”, she stepped down on his balls, grinding them into the carpet.
“Aaaaarrrggghhh… Stop!”, Jim pleaded. “I’m sorry!”
“Jim, you know as well as I do that you don’t mean it. If I hadn’t stopped you you would have fucked me today. Me, your teacher!”, she stomped down again on his balls, flattening them beneath her bare foot. “You need to learn your place in the world Jim and I am going to help you.”, Jim was in pure agony, he’d never felt such pain before. “You will never amount to anything lways thinking with your balls.”, her foot pulled off just long enough to kick him again. “So, I’m going to remove them and you’ll have to think with your brain.”
“No, please!”, Jim begged, but it was no use. He was paralyzed entirely by the pain and could do nothing as Ms.McQueen pulled off her thong, revealing to Jim once again the beauty of her smooth pussy. She tied the string of her underwear around Jim’s balls and placed them on the floor.
“Get a good look Jim, it’s the last you’ll ever enjoy seeing.”, Ms.McQueen walked to the table and picked Jim’s history book up off the ground. She bent at the waist to give jim a perfect view of the pussy he had clamoured for every day in class. She walked back over and knelt in front of him. “Say goodbye Jim.”, Ms.McQueen lifted the book high above her head, “These balls are history!” The book slammed down with unprecidented force erupting both his balls simultaneously. Jim threw up and passed out on the carpet, his balls were gone.
Over the remainder of the year Jim became the most focused student in class. He recieved top marks and all without a single sexual thought to distract him. He never told anyone about what happened that day, he knew Ms.McQueen would just deny his story and claim self defence, the courts always favoured women and there was nothing he could do about it. As the years went on Ms.McQueen helped dozens of other male students find their place in the world, better study habits through better groins.
Very hot, I love teacher-student stories.