The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

X-Rated Thesaurus

I looked up over the top of the page at the class. Frankie was slouched in the front row, chewing gum. I glared, cleared my throat, and then began to read aloud.

"I thrust my throbbing cock into her. She thrust her hips back and we started fucking hard. Soon I was thrusting harder and harder. She was moaning for me to thrust deeper. So I pulled her legs over my shoulder and thrust all the way in."

The class tittered.

"And Nicky!" The boy started at this name. He hadn't been paying attention-too busy looking at the Domai™ pictures on his PDA. I began to read aloud again.

"She lay before me, supine, her temple of Venus open to my rampaging supplicant. I gripped my trembling man-flesh and aimed it at her dusky nether lips. Her moist sex opened like the petals of a hothouse flower. I eased my turgid girth inside to her gasps and moans of ecstasy."

Several members of the class were openly laughing. Nicky at least had the decency to blush.

"Now gentlemen," I started, nailing them both with my best stern look. "I realize that you're young and not very knowledgeable about writing. Frankly, if your progenitors weren't so talented, the school would have insisted you wait a year before enrolling in this class. If you don't at least try, you're going to fail-and what would your fathers say when they found out you got an F in Erotic Fiction Writing 101?"

That got their attention. Chastened, they sat a little straighter.

"Professor Be? Oh, Professor Be?"

"Yes Miss Friday?" The young lass quit waving her arm and took a deep breath, which thrust her breasts out and drew the attention of every male in the room. A few females too. I sighed. They really shouldn't let Muse's daughters take classes with the general population until they had their powers under control. One glance to the side and I knew that I was going to get another set of Friday odes from Artytwelve, Artythirteen, and Artyfourteen.

"Sometimes writing a good sex scene is *hard*!" Miss Friday complained.

"I'll say!" tphile4 chimed in. Friday ignored the pun and continued.

"How does an author come up with other words so the second and third descriptions don't get boring?"

"That's what the X-rated Thesaurus is for," I replied.

"X-rated Thesaurus?"

"Sure. Let's call up the Librarian." I punched a button on my desk and the image of an older goddess appeared on the screen behind me. The family resemblance to the boy TJ in my third period was striking.

"Yes, Professor Be? How may I help you?"

"Could we please download the X-rated Thesaurus?"

"I'm sorry, Be, we don't have that volume right now. Marco checked it out and hasn't returned it yet."

Marco. Damn that Muse. One day he and I were going to have a reckoning. If Kitten didn't catch up to him first, of course. I turned back to the class.

"Okay class, I see we have a little problem. Here's what we'll do. Tomorrow we'll have a practicum. I'll see if we can meet with the Porn Acting 101 class for a joint session. We'll see what words and phrases arise as we watch them go through rehearsals. Then Thursday we'll have a class discussion.

The bell rang.

"Remember! Parental permission slips are required for you to do more than watch!" Some didn't hear me over the din of the class packing their books and shuffling towards the door. Ah well. I'd deal with that tomorrow. Now it was my break period and I knew there was some of Ali's chocolate cake in the teacher's lounge. Maybe one of the other faculty members would be willing to join me for cake and conversation and whatever that . . . inspired. I'm sure with some collaborative efforts, we could find a better way to say "I thrust my hard cock into her temple of Venus!"

Then again, it might take some serious effort.

-fin-

No copyright, because I plagiarized Nick Scipio and Frank Downey in writing this.