Chapter 4
She swam over to a side room of her lab, dragging him along by his spam javelin. They entered.
Drawde looked around. He had been placed on a small desk with a small schoolboy chair: it was dwarfed by the massive teacher's desk. He eyed the ruler on it curiously, wondering what it was for. On the blackboard was written "Oral 101: The Way of the Pusseeeeeee."
She left him by himself while she put on the documentary How Sex Works, an award-wining feature with finger puppets experiencing the human pleasure of coitus, in several different positions.
While he watched, enthralled by "#17: The Indian Headstand," she re-entered. When she re-entered, Drawde thought it was a different person. Who was this person! She was very sexy! But alas, it was the same person again! Her outer layers were different! Allebasi had changed. She wore glasses, knee-length socks, heels, a garter, and a fluffy pink sweater. Her hair was in a stern bun. She even had some books in her hands: heavy tomes entitled "Tort Law in America: An Intellectual History" and "The Right to Privacy: Rights and Liberties Under the Law."
She smacked the ruler on the table. "Drawde. You have been a naughty boy. You've let the school down, you've let your parents down but, more importantly, you've let yourself down. Now, sit there, where I can keep an eye on you."
"Now, pay attention. This will be in the test." She unwound his alien love noodle, then stroked the side of it gently. He smiled and moved to speak, but she cut him off: "You can't talk and listen at the same time." She slowly slid her hand along his long, long, long shaft. As it became erect, she had to walk along and stroke in order to bring pleasure to his entire length. It was like a relay race with his baton, waving back and forth. In fact! She felt a little puffed with the physical exertion.
She then began to lick his spoot flute, and it was such a hoot. She wanted cum to run down his chute. Drawde groaned with unparalleled joy as his eyeballs rolled behind his head and all the way back again. Like the moon that revolves around a planet. He could see the moon, the stars, the entire universe (as well as the black holes), in the deep gravitational field of her eyes. Making eye contact was difficult, like watching a tennis game, but it was worth it to get a glimpse of those beautiful orbs.
"The bell is a signal for me, not for you," she whispered huskily into his ear as he groaned into her mouth.
As the tension grew stronger, sexual tension that is, she began to suck his filthy fire hose. Her mouth, so moist, so hot, was like a collapsed fiery star. The heat of her internal compression, her soul, her substance was pulling Drawde in and he was insufficient to resist her gravity. He felt as if he was going to explode with the pressure, as if he himself was a star that had reached its used-by date.
As his body collapsed in upon itself, as he finally reached the final stage of sexual intercourse, Drawde's face contorted in ecstasy, and he looked very goofy indeed.
Allebasi scolded him "If it's that funny, you can get up and tell the whole class!" She was offended that he would laugh at her sexual karaoke performance.
Drawde was so turned on by the power in her bitchy words, that he ejaculated a second time. In that instant, as he shot his yoghurt loaded missile, the door swung open and his strawberry cum smacked the strange intruder straight in the face. SMACK!
Allebasi turned and exclaimed "BOCAJ!? What are you doing here?"
He replied "I have found some disturbing footage that might violate the Privacy Act 1991, you may also be open to civil action under the tort of intrusion upon seclusion."
"You are in trouble, bitch." He concluded.