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Paul hated math. He loathed arithmetic, he despised algebra and geometry made him want to puke. A month short of his 16th birthday, he excelled at just about every other subject in school, but at math he was a hopeless failure.

As he bent closer over his homework, trying to grasp just an inkling of what a co-sine might be and whether it had big tits, the doorbell rang. He heard his mother walk to the door to answer it, and two seconds later, her voice rang out: "Paul, we've got an unexpected visitor."

Paul stepped from his bedroom and leaned over the landing to see who was calling. His heart leapt. Directly below him, chatting to his mother in the hallway was the delectable shape of his cousin Rosemary.

Paul had six first cousins, and was fond of them all. But Rosemary, 10 years his senior, had always been his firm favourite. When he was young, she had always looked out for him, and as he grew older, they had shared confidences, laughed together, walked together and gradually become firm friends.

But over the past two or three years, Paul had detected a difference in their relationship. Puberty's volcano had been welling up inside him for some time, so that now when he looked at Rosemary he saw a lot more than a friend with a laughter-lined face and a warm personality.

He also saw round, shapely buttocks, broad, childbearing hips, a slender waist and, above all, the most wonderful pair of breasts on God's earth. When she was around, he often caught himself drinking in the contours of her body, longing to touch and caress those ample curves.

Rosemary, too, had noticed the change in their friendship. Whereas before, her role in their relationship had been that of tomboy older cousin, now she often flirted with him. Paul was a good-looking boy with a firm, muscular body, and Rosemary was secretly flattered by the way he looked at her.

At the school where she taught science she was regarded as something of a bookworm. She had not had a serious relationship with a man of her own age for three years, but like any red-blooded 25-year-old woman, Rosemary had physical needs and desires.

Unknown to Paul, she too desperately wanted their relationship to go further. She wanted him badly, and again unknown to Paul, that was the main reason for her visit today. It was the start of her scheme to seduce him and break the law to lay claim to his 15-year-old cherry.

Blissfully ignorant of all this, Paul paused for a second at the top of the stairs to take in the view beneath. Rosemary was wearing a blue skirt and low-cut white cotton top. Paul gazed down her deep cleavage and felt a stirring in his pants.

He skipped down the stairs, two at a time. "Well if it isn't Rosy Lee, my favourite cousin," he called out to her. "Have you come to check up on me?"

As he reached the foot of the stairs, Rosemary put a hand to his face and pecked him on the cheek. "Just tell me you're at last getting to grips with that maths, that's all."

Paul laughed and pulled the face of someone who has just digested raw sewage. "Yuk," he said. "Please don't mention excrement quite so early in the conversation."

"Paul, don't be so vulgar," his mother chided him.

Rosemary interrupted. "Actually, Auntie Ruth, it occurred to me that I might be able to help Paul with his maths. As you may know, I studied maths right up to my first year of university, and although my degree is in physics and chemistry, my maths is pretty hot and I am a teacher. I was wondering if Paul would like some extra tuition during the school holidays -- maybe even before."

"That's very kind of you Rosemary, but as you know money is tight and we couldn't afford to pay you much," said Ruth.

"Don't worry about that. Just take me out for a nice meal to celebrate Paul getting a grade A in his maths exams. Do we have a deal?"

Rosemary was a woman used to getting her own way, and within two minutes it was agreed that Paul would attend his first extra-curricular maths session at Rosemary's house at 10am the following Saturday.

Ruth and Rosemary wandered off to chat about the progress of a dress Rosemary was making -- ostensibly the reason for her visit -- and Paul was left to reflect on Rosemary's gently undulating backside heading for the living room and what a wonderful world it was that he inhabited.

On Saturday, a day that Paul habitually regarded as an excuse for a long lie-in, he was up and about by eight. By 9.30, he was freewheeling on his bike down the cul- de-sac where he lived to make the five-mile journey across the city to Rosemary's house. His saddlebag was full of maths textbooks, his loins full of desire and his mind full of Rosemary.

His Auntie Gracie, his father's sister and Rosemary's mother, answered the door to the house she shared with Rosemary and her husband Basil. "My, you're early," she said. "Barely ten to ten. Basil's working today, but Rosemary will be down shortly."

Paul deposited his books on the dining room table, and sat down, pretending to read.

After two minutes, Rosemary came in. She was wearing tight blue ski pants and a scoop-neck pink cotton blouse that was secured above her breasts with just three buttons and descended only as far as her navel. The ski pants accentuated the undulating contours of her backside and legs, and the fabric of the top was so thin Paul could clearly see her black bra beneath it.

Rosemary bent over the table towards him to look at one of his books, and as she did so Paul was rewarded with a view of her round and firm breasts, encased in a bra that barely contained half of them. She leaned forward further, and the blouse opened a little more, giving him an unrestricted view to the waistband of her ski- pants, with those priceless twin black and white mounds in between.

Apparently unaware of Paul's preoccupation, Rosemary flipped open the book cover and said: "Oh yes, Basic Trigonometry, I remember this one. Perhaps a bit too far advanced just for now, don't you think? We don't want to run before we can walk, do we?"

She turned a fond and smiling face towards Paul, and he took a split second to remove his gaze from her breasts and meet her eyes. Rosemary was gratified. Her choice of wardrobe today was no accident, and as she met his gaze, she deliberately reached inside her blouse to adjust a bra strap.

Paul reddened to his roots and Rosemary's brown eyes, fixed on his, twinkled mischievously. "There's one thing you must never forget over the next few weeks," she said, with heavy double entendre. "And that is that I am the teacher and you are the pupil. Do exactly as I say, and I guarantee -- she paused wickedly for emphasis -- I guarantee you will enjoy every minute of it."

She sat down opposite him. "Right, put the books to one side for a moment. I've put together some very basic algebra questions for you, and I'd like you to work on them for the next half-hour, so I can see roughly how far along the road you have come."

Rosemary pushed two sheets of foolscap paper across the table to him. He took out a pen, and started scanning the questions, but found it difficult to apply himself to the task. His mind was elsewhere -- on Rosemary's sparkling, wicked brown eyes, on her big and sensuous mouth, her slender neck, her wonderful breasts. Paul took a deep breath and found himself inhaling Rosemary's subtle perfume, which didn't make things any better.

Just then, Gracie called out from the hallway. "I've got to pop into town for some stuff," she shouted. "I'll probably be about two hours. I'll get some fish and chips for our lunch on the way back, Rosemary."

With that the front door slammed, and Paul and Rosemary were left alone in the house.

Paul turned back to the algebra and began to see that Rosemary had chosen her questions wisely. The first two or three he found straightforward enough, but as he moved lower down the page, he found his mind stretched, though not stretched so far that he was incapable of making a decent stab at them.

Suddenly, his mind was distracted again. Rosemary's sandaled foot had brushed against his ankle. He moved his leg, but a moment later her foot slid up against him again, more lingeringly the second time. He moved once more, and a couple of seconds later her right foot descended on his left, swept slowly down his instep and returned to his ankle, brushing it repeatedly like a feather duster.

Paul did not move his leg this time. He raised his eyes nervously from his work to see Rosemary returning his gaze with an expression of deep longing on her face. She looked at him almost exactly as he remembered her looking at him when he had been a child, with a protective fondness. Only now there was something else there as well.

It was fiery, it was sultry and it was inviting.

Rosemary's foot, now naked, brushed slowly up Paul's left calf, inserting itself beneath the trouser leg on to his skin. They gazed at one another across the table. Paul felt himself redden again, but held her gaze and tried to return her unspoken language.

It worked. Rosemary's moist lips parted and her tongue slowly slid the circumference of her big mouth. Paul felt his breath catch in his throat and let out an involuntary groan. The hairs on the back of his neck began to tingle, his stomach tied itself in knots and his penis began to throb and harden. Was this really happening? Or was he still back home in bed, dreaming?

Rosemary's foot was now rubbing gently up and down his left thigh. She seemed to sense that his manhood was much aroused, and deftly slid her toes onto his crotch. To do so, she had to slide her chair back about a foot, which meant arching her back and pushing out her wonderful chest.

At the very moment that her red-polished toenails slid gently onto the tip of his penis inside his trousers, Paul was treated to the sight of Rosemary's black bra and its glorious contents pressing urgently against the thin, pink fabric of her blouse. He glimpsed a mound of white flesh between her buttons.

Paul wanted to pick up the table, fling it to one side and leap on top of her, but something in her steady, sensuous gaze told him that there was a better way, a sexier and far more gratifying way. He took a deep breath of her perfume and forced himself to hold her gaze and allow her to do as she would.

Rosemary's dainty toes had in a few seconds teased Paul into full arousal. His penis stood erect and throbbing. As Rosemary gazed into his eyes, she placed a thumb and forefinger on the table between them and mimicked the motion of pulling down a zip. Without taking his eyes from her, Paul reached between his legs and unzipped his trousers. Immediately Rosemary's slender foot slid inside. Her pupils dilated and she moaned softly as she discovered he was wearing nothing beneath.

She hooked her foot around his shaft and pulled it free of his trousers. It sprang upwards like a puppet on a string. Slowly, sensuously, Rosemary began to slide her toes up and down his eager manhood, still holding his eyes with hers. Paul groaned with pleasure.

Then she leant back in her chair, lifted her left foot on to his crotch as well and began to squeeze and pound his organ between them. Paul stared back at her, breathless with desire and disbelief.

He placed a hand on the table and motioned the action of unfastening buttons. Rosemary immediately understood. She removed her feet from his groin, stood up and came around to his side of the table. She gazed lustfully down at his long, erect penis, protruding from his trousers, and bent to whisper in his ear: "Would you like to see my bedroom?"

Paul nodded eagerly, and she kissed his ear and nibbled his neck. Then she took his hand and led him to the stairs. "Ladies first," she breathed, and began slowly to climb, still holding his hand behind her back. At the second stair she took his hand and placed it against the soft fabric of the ski-pants covering her right buttock. As they climbed Paul softly stroked her curves and watched her sinuous body move above him. At her bedroom door, he slid his hand between her legs and Rosemary let out a prolonged shudder.

She closed the door behind them and pulled him against her, grabbing his head and kissing him wetly on the lips, her tongue wrestling with his, her hands slipping under his shirt to caress his skin. Then she turned her back to him, leaned against the wall and pulled him against her backside.

His penis, still engorged and free, pummelled her wonderful buttocks. He felt totally out of control.

Rosemary sensed what was happening and groaned back at him: "No, not yet, not yet. Try to hang on a little longer, darling."

She pushed his heaving crotch away from her buttocks, turned and reached down to seize his frantic penis. Softly she stroked it with her fingertips, kissing his face and neck gently as she did so. Again she lent her face to his ear. "Why don't you go and lie down on the bed, darling?" she whispered. "You look all in."

Paul composed himself and kissed her neck softly, again savouring the taste of her skin. He did as he was told. He lay on his back and started trying to push his penis back inside his trousers. Rosemary joined him on the double bed, and snatched his hand away. "Leave that where it is," she sighed. "I haven't finished with it yet. Now then, did you say something about buttons?"

She knelt on his left side and returned her left hand to his penis. Her fingertips barely touched him, but that was all that was needed to maintain his adolescent arousal without putting more strain on it than it could bear. She very softly squeezed the very tip of his organ between her thumb and forefinger, while her right hand went to the front of her blouse. Very slowly, she undid the top button.

Then with the other two still fastened, she bent her head low and gently kissed the tip of his penis. Her pink blouse brushed against his thigh, and he gazed greedily inside it, devouring the sight of her deep, rounded cleavage, encased in black.

Rosemary knelt up again. She arched her back and began gently and sinuously to sway the top half of her body from side to side, forward and back, still softly rubbing the tip of his penis with her left hand. She took his fingers and guided them to her groin. Her breath came in little gasps and groans as she ground against his pubescent fingers. He felt her grow moist through the ski pants and gently probed with his hand.

Now Rosemary's right hand slowly unfastened the second and third buttons of her blouse. She slipped it from her shoulders and threw it to the floor. His eyes devoured her as her black brassiere swayed to and fro and she ground against his hand with her loins. Her breasts bounced slowly up and down inside the bra, whose cups were cut in deep, lacy curves so that the flesh moved fluently above them.

A hint of dark, circular skin surrounding her left nipple appeared, then vanished again inside the brassiere. Paul found himself mesmerised by a little red rose, stitched beneath her breasts where the two cups joined.

Suddenly, Rosemary let out a shudder and cried his name at the top of her voice. She bent over him, covered his penis with kisses and then slid it deep into her mouth. The gentle touch had given way to unbridled, passionate abandon as Rosemary shuddered and gasped in unbidden, multiple orgasm.

She rammed his organ in and out between her lips, licking its tip furiously with her muscular tongue. Paul groaned with a pleasure he had had no idea was humanly possible. He grabbed a handful of her light brown hair and pushed up against her. His climax came upon him and a massive spurt of hot semen shot from his penis into her mouth.

She swallowed it, licked her lips with relish and continued to bathe his organ with her tongue as it slowly softened in her hands.

Then as they both fought to recover breath, she bent down to lick it clean and lay down beside him with her head on his shoulder.

He put his arm around her and kissed her hair. "Can we try some multiplication later?" he whispered breathlessly into her ear.

The couple lay silently in one another's arms for a few minutes. Paul was a teenager of considerable power and stamina. He played soccer for his school first team and regularly worked out. It wasn't long before his racing pulse had slowed to normal and his breathing had become steady and rhythmical again.

As he lay caressing the soft skin of Rosemary's shoulder, it dawned on him that although he had just enjoyed his first frenetic and frantic sexual experience with her, he had still not laid eyes upon her most intimate parts. He decided that now would be a good time to begin a little exploration.

Paul eased his left hand down the side of her body to her slender waist. He squeezed the skin gently, and Rosemary stirred slightly beside him. Then he slipped the hand beneath the waistband of her ski pants and found the tops of her buttocks. He slid it further down and began to caress the velvet skin inside. She felt soft and smooth, and soon his limp penis, still peeking from his trousers, began to stir once more. She smelt of body oil, perfume, musk and womanhood.

Without removing his hand from her pants, Paul raised himself slightly with his right elbow and gazed down at Rosemary as she lay on his shoulder. She looked up at him, and he kissed her softly on the mouth. Rosemary returned his caress, and he began to kiss her repeatedly, then eased his tongue between her lips, and softly licked their insides.

Rosemary sighed and turned her head to give him better access. Paul explored her mouth delicately with his lips and tongue and at the same time found the zipper at the side of her pants and slid it down.

Between kisses, he glanced down to see that his unzipping had revealed a pair of black panties. In the middle of their waistband at the front was a stitched red rose, exactly matching the one on her bra. He slipped his hand inside the front of her knickers and began gently to stroke the skin above her pubic hair.

As he did so, he started kissing her neck and her ears. Rosemary responded by unbuttoning his shirt and caressing his chest. She leaned hard against him, sighing with pleasure as her hands roamed his torso, and Paul plainly felt the pressure of her hard nipples on his stomach. He peeled her ski-pants lower and began to explore her moist womanhood.

Rosemary sighed with pleasure and pressed her lips hard against his mouth. Again her powerful tongue sought out his. Soon she discovered the areas in and around his mouth that aroused him most, and ruthlessly exploited them. Paul, his penis now fully erect, explored deeper inside her black panties, inserting one finger, then two, into her vagina, which had soaked her knickers and ski-pants with its moistness.

Rosemary sighed and moaned, then arched her back and slipped her ski-pants around her thighs, moving his inexpert fingers to the spot she knew would drive her crazy. His forefinger located her clitoris and he soon discovered that a rapid flicking motion rapidly dissolved his maths teacher into rapture.

Rosemary savoured at least ten minutes of physical delight under the gentle ministrations of Paul's forefinger. Then, aroused and moist, she decided it was time for something more substantial inside her than a mere digit.

Rosemary disentangled herself from his embraces. She stood beside the bed and peeled off her ski-pants, followed by her panties. She stepped out of them and stood before him wearing only her skimpy black bra. Her vagina was topped by an outcrop of light brown hair, which glistened with the moisture coating it, like dew on a lawn.

Placing a hand on each broad hip, she swayed from side to side and turned slowly through 360 degrees, revealing her perfectly rounded, honey-coloured backside. Then she climbed back on the bed, slipped Paul's trousers down and sat astride his penis. She bent forward towards him and with one deft movement grasped his organ and slid it deep inside her.

Finally, she sat up on his thighs, looking down at him and slowly rocking and swaying against his hardness, just as she had done against his fingers earlier.

Once again, Rosemary and Paul found themselves gazing speechless into one another's eyes. This time, however, there was no table to separate them.

Her softness had been penetrated by his hardness. She adored the sensation of his organ inside her and he was driven to the point of ecstasy by the way her sheath gripped and stimulated him as she rocked slowly up and down.

Despite his intense pleasure, Paul felt he could maintain his hardness, without ejaculation, for a long time. He simply allowed Rosemary to set the pace and lay back and feasted on her beautiful body. With every rise and fall, her wonderful breasts moved slowly against the beat. As she moved down to take him deeper inside her, they rose slightly in their black cotton covering. As she rose, sensuously unsheathing his scabbard within her, they fell, and all the while the golden flesh above her brassiere gently undulated from side to side. This was far better than maths, thought Paul.

He leant up and kissed her lips, at the same time sliding his hands behind her back to unclasp the brassiere. She reached behind her to restrain him, a movement that caused her bra to slip down and again reveal the dark pink circle surrounding her right nipple.

"Not yet, darling," she sighed. "You will see them and kiss them soon, I promise you."

To compensate for his mild disappointment, Rosemary leaned forward and pressed her breasts towards his face, encouraging him to kiss their tops. As she did so, she kissed his neck and whispered in his ear: "I know how much you want to see them. I've seen you a thousand times looking at them. That's why I want to save it for the end."

Paul thrust upward with his pelvis and groaned into her ear. "Never mind all that," he hissed, his mouth nearly smothered by her left breast. "Just tell me what trigonometry is all about."

"It's when two bodies combine in equilibrium to satisfy a natural law," she replied in a whisper. "A bit like us really."

As she spoke, Rosemary gasped as a second orgasm erupted through her body without warning. She had never climaxed this early before, and now it had happened twice in 30 minutes. A long series of shudders wracked her body and she moaned with pleasure, her head turning upwards, her teeth clenched. As Paul began to push into her urgently, another tremor shook her to the core. "Oh God, oh my God, how I wanted you," she hissed. "Take off my bra and feel my breasts."

Paul again slid his hands to the clasp at the back of the bra. He unfastened it and the black cotton hung loose at her sides. Paul put the fingers of his right hand beneath the left shoulder strap and as he did so, Rosemary, her long climax ebbing slightly, jammed her elbows against her sides, holding the bra in place. Then she covered the cups with her hands as Paul slipped first one strap, then the other, down her arms.

Rosemary moved her left forearm over the bra's right cup, and with the help of her left fingers, unthreaded her right arm from its strap. Then she held the left cup in the other hand and slipped out of the left strap. Finally she sat astride Paul, moving languidly against him, her bra once more cupped to her breasts with both hands, her arms forming a diagonal cross over her chest.

Her performance had been delightfully slow, but she had successfully ensured that Paul saw nothing -- just yet.

Despite her recent climax, Rosemary's was amazed to find herself becoming aroused yet again. She slid deliciously up and down on his penis, and at a snail's pace began to move the twin cups of her bra down her breasts, moving them from side to side as she did so. Paul watched spellbound. If a jumbo jet had crashed into the house at that moment, he would have been incapable of ungluing his eyes from Rosemary's swaying, heaving bosom. Slowly, oh so slowly, her wonderful breasts were coming out to play.

As the fabric of the bra reached the top of the dark circle around her nipples, she paused wickedly, teasing him even more by increasing her stroke rate and whispering down to him: "Shall I stop there, my darling? Surely you've had enough by now."

It may have been the intimacy of her teasing words. Perhaps it was the agonised expression on the teenager's innocent face beneath her. Maybe it had more to do with the way his rock-hard penis slid so deliciously inside her with unflagging stamina.

Whatever the reason, Rosemary was flabbergasted as yet another orgasm swept through her. As she writhed through its ecstasy, the bedsprings protested noisily and she at last eased the black cups downward to expose her huge, dark and erect nipples.

Paul joined her in a duet of gasps, groans and cries. He sat up, grasped her brassiere and threw it to the floor. Then he gently held the swollen flesh surrounding her left nipple and guided it into his mouth. He bathed it with his tongue in long, sweeping strokes, he sucked it, he nibbled it with his lips. She tasted of salt and perfume.

By now, the bedsprings had turned the duet into a trio. With his left hand, Paul stilled Rosemary's swaying right breast. It overflowed his hand and he caressed its eager nipple with his thumb.

Paul felt a surging deep within him. For the second time in an hour, a burst of semen rocketed from his penis into Rosemary.

He cried her name and licked her deliciously hard left nipple with vigour. Rosemary cradled his head to her chest and kissed his hair. Her thighs and calves gripped tight against his hips.

A second, small jet of semen spurted weakly from his organ. Like Rosemary, he was at last spent. The couple collapsed on to the bed, its springs shouting a final protest, its duvet crumpled, creased and stained.

Thirty minutes later, Gracie returned to her house carrying three portions of fish and chips. She found her daughter, looking a little tired she thought, in the dining room, scanning through some algebra. Rosemary, having rapidly filled in the answers, some right, most wrong, was checking her work.

"How did the pupil get along then Rosemary?" asked her mum.

"Well, he's got some very strong points, but quite honestly mum, I do need to work on him -- sorry I mean with him -- a lot more frequently, maybe two or even three times a week."

"Goodness, dear, don't you go tiring yourself out. Are you okay?"

"I'm just fine mum."

Gracie turned towards the kitchen and Rosemary winced, gently stroking her aching groin. "Just fine," she repeated. "You know, I actually found my session with Paul quite stimulating."

"Good for you, dear. Try to keep it up."

"I will, mum. I will"

Three miles away, Paul cursed for the 20th time as he lowered his backside to the bike saddle. There were aching muscles in places where he thought he didn't even have places. But his face was beaming as he pedalled faster. My God, how I adore mathematics, he thought.

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    1 year ago
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