Cream and Juice
1 - Wednesday Morning
"Come on, Edward, I don't have all morning." said Miss Myers.
"My my, he is taking an awfully long time." observed Mrs Stevens.
"I-ahh! I'm trying, Miss Myers!" Edward panted, as he worked his hand up and down his rigid shaft.
"Well, if you don't come soon, my coffee will get cold." replied Miss Myers.
Edward was standing to the side of Miss Myers' desk, facing it, with his pants around his ankles. The bottom few buttons of his shirt were undone, and the corners were tucked up under his armpits, giving him unrestricted access to his bare crotch. He was stroking his cock vigorously, obviously trying to reach orgasm quickly.
Set on the edge of the desk, right below and slightly in front of his bobbing cock, was Miss Myers' full coffee cup. The coffee in it was an extremely dark shade of brown, apparently un-sugared and un-creamed.
"When I asked you to cream my coffee all this week, I didn't think you would have any trouble with it." Miss Myers said. "I mean, most boys your age can go from flaccid to cumming within a minute or two, especially in the morning."
"Maybe some of the girls have been keeping him a bit busy." said Mrs Stevens, with a knowing grin.
The girls had been keeping Edward busy, as a matter of fact, and one in particular. Maggie had come over to his house the previous night and kept him up until four in the morning. The little teenaged nymphomaniac had drained every last drop from him before finally allowing him to pass out.
That was why he was so slow to come this morning. He had barely recharged enough to get an erection when Miss Myers had presented her coffee cup to him half an hour before the first bell. If he didn't hurry, he would be late for his first class.
Miss Myers paused in her conversation with Mrs Stevens, and reached over to gently fondle Edward's warm, silky smooth testicles. All the pubic hair had been removed from his crotch, as it had in all of the other students of Cruftbert High.
Edward groaned as she rolled the soft orbs back and forth in her hand, occasionally giving them a small squeeze. She didn't squeeze hard enough to be painful, just enough to give Edward a little extra stimulation to help him on his way to climax.
After a few more minutes of Miss Myers' fondling, Edward stroking himself, and the odd grunt or moan failing to to produce any results, Miss Myers sighed and sat up a Post too long. Click here to view the full text.