He would be bear-like; he would look gentle and sweet but have the strength and size to have whatever he wanted. In sweet little Kiki's mind he wanted...her and she wanted him to do... well what ever he desired to and with her. Sweet little Kiki wanted this very, very badly.So every night for a week little Kiki would rub just enough cream on her perfect pink pussy and wait for the heat to gather. This didn't take long but why waste two good hands when there were nipples in need. Little Kiki would. How was his home-life? Did he have a job? Maybe English just isn't his strongest subject... Or maybe he was just a victim of his own raging hormones. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to stand by and let one of my students fail. I checked my watch, the bell for the next class would ring in two minutes. I turned my papers over, got up from my desk and made my way toward Nick's desk. "I need to see you at the end of this class, Mr. Matthews." He raised his eyebrows and gave a small smirk at me.. Remarkably, Boyd felt an unexpected tingling in his toes that shot up his body, careened off his skull and ricocheted down to his balls. The nuggets compacted and Boyd shot a modest load of semen into Felicia. Felicia jumped as the unexpected volley hit her cervix. She ‘ooh’ed and pressed down on his shaft. Fidelia heard her sister’s reaction but already knew what was happening. She had felt Boyd tense and then shove his stiffened tongue into her hole. His head bobbed from his spasms, giving. Waiting for him, now. Been watching for three nights. Guy’s first time, it seems. Gets up frequently at night. Drinks water. Won’t open fridge. Won’t look at garbage can. Shame. Nerves keep him up. Got a plan. Scare him. Waiting for him to get up, again. Have page from old anatomy book. Red marker dissecting colorfully diagrammed body. I’ll tape it to bedroom window while he’s gone. He’ll come back. Scream, likely. He feels like a screamer. He’ll run and check on the garbage can he never looks.