Every character in this story is over 18 years of age. Enjoy!
"Good morning, class! Today we're going to learn how to make aspic."
Because aspic is delicious, most of the senior year classed perked up at hearing this. But not Bradford, he was too busy staring at Ms Fox's perfect DD-cup tits.
"Bradford! Did you hear me?" Ms Fox got close enough that Bradford could smell the strawberry flavoured lotion she probably moisturised between those honkers with. "We're making aspic today."
Bradford leapt out of himself a little and also felt the first stirrings of a boner. "Yes, Ms Fox! I heard you! Lovely aspic!"
Ms Fox smiled and moved over to the pig trotters she had weighed and ready. "We're going to start by boiling the trotters until a stiff foam appears."
Bradford felt the word 'stiff' shoot straight down to his manhood.
Why did we have to make aspic on a day like today? When I've not been able to jerk off since Grandma moved into my bedroom because there's no other place to put her? My balls are screaming out for a physical release.
Bradford composed himself and made a start on the trotters.
Keep calm, Ms Fox is a fox but she's your TEACHER. And aspic is just a wholesome, nutritious 70s dinner, I do not need to penetrate it.
He kept his head down and watched the foam appear, tormenting him with its stiffness.
"Ooh, Bradford, yours is very stiff!" He jumped out of his skin! He looked quickly down at his crotch then realised what she was saying.
"Oh! M-m-m-ms Fox! You're talking about the foam on my trotter stock!"
"Yes I am! It looks good, I think you're ready to start straining it. Let me show you." Ms Fox got behind Bradford, took the pan in one hand and started pouring the stock through a fine-mesh sieve. Her soft DD-cup tits were pressed up against his back, and her breath tickled his neck. "Now you try."
Trembling at suddenly being so up close and personal, Bradford took the pan and started straining the stock like Ms Fox had shown him. "Yes Bradford! You're really straining now!" He had to check his crotch again.
Yes, she's right.
As Ms Fox turned away she grazed his straining prick with one wrist, and it seemed to him very much like she had done it on purpose.
"Now, class, you should each have a ramekin full of stock. You can put these into the fridge to set, and next class we will fill them up with lots of tasty things. You can put anything in aspic really, let me show you this one I made myself." Ms Fox walked over to the fridge and brought out this most marvellous and arousing creation. A slab of aspic a foot long with lots of girth. Hard boiled eggs lined up in the top side. Both ends containing tuna or perhaps cat food. A delicate pattern of prawns around the base plus more sweetcorn than you could ever need or what. Bradford had to fight to urge to blow his load right then and there.