Chapter 9: Above Average
The chirping of birds woke up the young man who had passed out from the fall last night. He found himself lying uncomfortably on the moist lawn at the bottom of the tree. His body ached all over and he had no idea what time it was. After getting up and pulling out his phone, he confirmed that he had slept past the morning alarm. It was already ten o'clock. The school bus was long gone.
"Damn it! Today's the day of the test!" the boy remembered. He couldn't afford to skip school after studying eight hours to pass the stupid thing. Fortunately the test wasn't until fourth period, so he still had time.
He ran to the front yard and grabbed his skateboard, which was leaning against the wall.
I just hope I didn't make mom and Lisa worry. They're used to seeing me in the morning. Not to mention, I was supposed to give Lisa her 'breakfast'… I hope she's not mad at me for not being there.
When Bart arrived at the school it was recess. He saw Jimbo selling something to a student near the dumpsters. Nelson and Kearney were standing guard just like they had done when Bart had purchased the Pheromone Pills.
"Hey, Jimbo. I've got some business with you," Bart said, approaching the group.
"Shh, keep it down, dumbass!" Jimbo said, grabbing the stack of bills from the student and sending him on his way. "I'm trying to keep a low profile here."
"Yeah, yeah. Look, I've only got two Pheromone Pills left, so I figured I'd restock."
"You got the money?"
"Of course. But I have to ask; how many of these people do you need to put up a person's butt until they become completely obedient to all of your commands?"
"Wait…" Jimbo said in amused disbelief. "You actually put those things in someone's ass? I was just joking about that part. You're supposed to just swallow them like regular pills."
"What?" Bart yelled. He grabbed Jimbo by the collar. "You motherfucker! I paid a hundred dollars a pop for those pills and now you're telling me I wasted four of them? Do you realize how much I've risked by treating those things as suppositories? I could have gotten in so much trouble! You better compensate me for the four pills I wasted."
Kearney roughly pulled Bart away from his Jimbo. Nelson walked by and delivered a quick punch on the spiky-haired boy's belly, causing him to fall to his knees. Jimbo collected himself and straightened his shirt.
"Listen, loser. You've still got two perfectly good pills left. Not that you'll need them. Sounds to me like your target's already down for pretty much anything. If you actually managed to put four pills up her ass, I'd say she's already a huge whore."
"Hey, man! Nobody calls my mom a whore except me!" Bart exclaimed defiantly.
"Mom? You were actually gonna brainwash your own mom?" Kearney asked. "That's messed up even by our standards, dude."
"No… I meant…"
"Wow, man…" Nelson said. "Normally I'd point at you and laugh, but… ah, what the hell! HA-HA!"
"You're a sicko, dude," Jimbo said. He reached inside Bart's pocket and took his can containing the last two Pheromone Pills. "Mrs. Simpson deserves better than you. I'm not too picky about my customers, but I'm done doing business with you."
He kicked Bart in the ribs before leaving with the two other bullies. The defeated young boy could do nothing but lie there in pain for the next few minutes. He was so confused. If the Pheromone Pills hadn't been working because Marge hadn't been swallowing them like she was supposed to, why had her behavior changed? She had allowed him to do all kinds of sexual things to her even though she wasn't supposed to be under the effects of the aphrodisiac. Did that mean that she really did have forbidden feelings for Bart? Had she only become bolder because Bart himself had gotten so openly flirty with her? Maybe Jimbo was right. Perhaps Marge didn't need the Pheromone Pills to become an incestuous whore.
Third period and lunch break passed without incident.
The moment of truth came when fourth period started. Bart had spent practically his whole weekend preparing for this trial. In the end, the test was incredibly easy. Either Mrs. Krabappel had intentionally lowered the difficulty, hoping that a good test score would inspire Bart to become a better student, or his study sessions had really paid off in a big way. Whatever the case, Bart returned the test paper confident that he had passed with flying colors.
After another recess, Mrs. Krabappel was already handing back the tests. She smiled warmly when she walked by Bart's desk and handed him his test. He had gotten a perfect A.
"Very good job, Bart. I'll see you after class."
"Yes, you will, Mrs. K."
After the class had ended and all the other students had exited the croom, Mrs. Krabappel came by Bart's desk where the boy was waiting with excitement.
"Well, I've got to hand it to you, Bart. You really pulled yourself together and showed me that you can improve. This wasn't an easy test either, you know. Even Martin got a lower score than you."
"I actually beat Martin? No way!"
"Yep. This is the first time ever when your test score has actually brought the class average higher instead of lower."
"And it won't be the last time," Bart bragged. "It feels good to make you proud, so I'm definitely going to keep working hard and acing those tests."
"I hope that's true. I can't help feeling that you want to receive something in return, though," Edna said. "I mean, we did make a bet. I concede that you won, so just tell me what you want."
"Show me your boobs," Bart said immediately without hesitation.
"My boobs? Bart, I am your teacher…"
"Yes, and we made a bet. I won fair and square, so let me gaze at those tits. Don't act like you haven't been showing off your cleavage during class."
"I only unbuttoned my shirt because it was so hot…" the busty teacher stammered. She cleared her throat and tried to sound serious. "You're overanalyzing things, Bart. I'm not so desperate for attention that I would try to seduce a bunch of elementary school students by wearing revealing clothes. That's a ridiculous idea."
"Then there's no problem, right?" Bart said cleverly. "You only see me as an underage student. You don't register me as a man. So there's nothing sexual about showing me your tits. We can just say that you're teaching me about female anatomy."
"Ughh… you're really insistent about seeing them, aren't you? Look, I'm just a bland woman past her prime. I'm sure you could find much better looking ones on the internet."
"You're not bland at all, Mrs. Krabappel. Trust me, I've seen my fair share of girls on the internet, and you beat all of them, hands down!"
"You really mean that?"
"Absolutely! You're a certified hottie!"
Edna seemed to appreciate the compliment as she blushed cutely. Once again, a single straight-forward compliment seemed to be the best way to get her to cooperate. She looked outside the classroom window to make sure nobody was watching.
"Well, okay then," she said as she started to take off her blouse. Underneath it she wore a white top. "You can look, but you can't touch. And don't tell anyone about this. I could get fired… or worse."
"My lips are sealed," Bart said, making the zipping motion across his mouth.
Edna took a deep breath and undid her bra. Her huge yellow breasts came into view. Those things must have been the size of watermelons. Her pointy, dark nipples looked like raisins compared to the fleshy mountains they were placed on. The attractive teacher put her hands behind her back so as to give her excited student a proper and unblocked view of her swaying chest.
"Well, there you have it. Satisfied?" she asked impatiently while looking away with blushed cheeks.
"Not yet! Kneel down in front of me, so I can see them more closely."
"Kneel? That's so degrading…"
"Just do it. I spent eight hours in the library studying for that test, so I've earned it."
Mrs. Krabappel hesitated for a few seconds. She then sighed and got down on her knees right in front of the boy and looked up at him like a guilty puppy who had been yelled at for chewing on furniture. She cupped her milky breasts under her hands and pushed them upward as if she were lifting two heavy sandbags.
"That's a good whore," Bart said with a self-satisfied smile. Edna shot him a glare at his word-choice.
"This is so humiliating," the woman complained. "I haven't shown my breasts to a man in months. But here I am being forced to expose myself to a ten-year old boy because of a stupid bet. Just my luck."
"No one's forcing you to do anything. You may act modest, but it was pretty easy for me to convince you to pull those puppies out. Admit it; you enjoy being leered at like the piece of meat that you are."
Edna silently glared back at Bart, but continued presenting her boobs as if she had no choice.
"I think we're done," she said finally. "Maybe if you keep up the good test scores you'll get to see them again. I maintain that this is highly inappropriate, but if it's what it takes to motivate you to bring up the class average, I suppose this sort of arrangement will have to do."
"Wait!" Bart said when Mrs. Krabappel was about to reach for her bra to put it back on. The boy pointed at his crotch. "Look how hard you made me. You can't just leave me hanging like this. I need release."
Edna was staring at Bart's crotch in awe. "Bart… is there some kind of swelling going on in your nether regions?
"Don't act like you've never seen a boner before."
"No, I mean… How on earth is your penis so huge?"
"I've got good genes, I guess," the boy shrugged as he pulled off his shorts and let his raging monster-cock swing into full view. Edna could not help staring with her mouth open. It was like she was witnessing a miracle.
"That thing… it's like a horse's… how can it possibly be that big? You're just ten! I've been with grown men before and none of them came even close to this size…"
"Yeah, so you can see why I can't just go walking around the school with a boner, right? This snake's not going down until it has been properly milked."
"I guess you're right…" Edna relented. It was as if seeing Bart's gigantic monster-cock had put her in a trance. She pulled out a white handkerchief from her handbag. "Here, use this. I'll just leave you to it."
"No, you can't leave! I need my visual aid. I won't be able to finish without it."
"Can't you just look up some stuff on your phone?" the woman suggested.
"I can't just watch pixelated porn on my phone screen seconds after seeing a real live woman's breasts in person. I'll have to be looking at your titties to be able to cum."
"Ughh, fine!" Edna rolled her eyes with an exaggerated groan. "But you better not get a drop on me."
With that, the teacher got back on her knees and leaned backward, pushing her chest forward seductively. Meanwhile Bart was fapping at full speed while holding the handkerchief under his dick ready to catch his semen.
"Bart, you need to hurry up and finish," Edna said while lifting her weighty melons up and down with her hands. "The next period begins in five minutes and students are gonna be coming back into the class."
"Well, if you want me to cum faster, I'm going to need more than visual aid."
"I said no touching."
"That's fine! Some dirty talk should do the trick. Go ahead and call yourself a big-titted whore while squeezing your boobies together!"
"Bart, how much are you going to humiliate me?" the woman said with a frown.
"Just do it! Time's running out."
Edna looked at the clock. She sighed and closed her eyes as if to get into character. She then pushed her breasts against each other with her hands. This had the effect of making the canyon of her cleavage increase in size, which in turn made her gigantic boobs look even bigger. "I'm a big-titted whore."
"Yes, you are. Say it again."
"I'm a big-titted whore."
"I'm almost there! Just one more time."
"I'm a big-titted whore!"
"Yes! Take my sticky load all over your tits, you fucking whore!"
"Ahhh, no!"
In the heat of the moment Bart forgot that he was supposed to finish on the handkerchief. Backed up semen burst from the tip of his cock like an erupting volcano. He had been holding it in for over 24 hours and Lisa had edged him last night, so the amount of sperm that came out was ridiculous. Mrs. Krabappel's perky tits were absolutely covered with cum and she was looking at the unfolding mess in shock. She was too flabbergasted by the amount of jizz to do anything but stay still as Bart kept shooting one thick, white strand after another on every nook and cranny of her erotic chest area; the upper and lower halves of her sizable tits, the deep canyon of her cleavage, the shapely outer curves of her boobs, the nipples… they were all coated with her star student's hot and aromatic cockmilk.
"Bart… you were supposed to use the handkerchief," Edna said angrily after recovering from the surprise. She was looking at the white trails of semen slowly sliding down her tits with an annoyed look.
"Sorry, I got carried away," the boy said awkwardly. He handed over the handkerchief and Edna started wiping the semen off her chest and the floor where it had dripped down.
"This was a terrible idea," the woman grumbled, but her voice didn't sound all that mad. After she was done cleaning and putting her clothes back on she looked at Bart with her arms crossed. "Next time you feel like covering a woman with your spunk, at least take them to dinner first."
"Some other girls I know would have considered what I just gave you their dinner. It's rude to waste good food, you know."
"Hah! In your dreams," Edna mocked. "But if you keep raising the class average with your test scores, who knows…"