As she said it her feet broke free of the cold wood floor and she moved. Almost imperceptibly at first, but then one foot went in front of the other and she arrived in front of Mr. Black. Her knees went down as she took the last few steps, and when she stopped she was looking straight at the throbbing, meaty appendage. She smelled the big cock and looked up at him.
"What do you smell, Miss White?" he asked.
She inhaled the scent again, long and slow, with her nose right up against it.
"The ocean. The universe. The clean earth in my mothers garden, after it rains."
Mr. Black wrote on his clipboard, and Miss White took the big ebony colored cock in her small hand. Her slender fingers wrapped around it one at a time, but it was too big for her to enclose. The length extended five or six inches beyond her hand, and being only half hard it drooped a bit as it left the support of her fingers.
She inhaled deeply, smelling it again, and then her mouth opened slowly and her tongue extended, lifting the weight of the drooping appendage onto its moist surface. Her tongue moved side to side, its slight roughness adding to the connection between the two very different types of flesh.
"Describe your feelings Miss White," Mr. Black said.
"Soft but hard...cold but hot...wrong but right," she said. "The swirling heat has overtaken me. The cold floor means nothing. The voices in the hallway mean nothing. My breathing, deeper and louder, means everything."
"Is there a taste? What did you experience with your mouth?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, and she let the whole tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue on it. It barely fit—the big cock had grown even more since her hand encircled it. "It tastes earthy, like the smell. Delicious. When I was a child my grandmother made wild mushroom gravy..."
Mr. Black stood silently, taking notes as Miss White took more and more of his cock into her mouth. Only a third of it fit in, and that was a stretch for her small mouth, but she seemed to enjoy the challenge.
Miss White was moaning softly, and her eyes were closed for much of her oral exploration. She needed one hand to control the huge cock, and her other went slowly up her torso to her small tits, rubbing the tiny pointy nipples in slow circles as her tongue bathed the underside of Mr. Black's cock with wet heat.
"Describe your feelings Miss White," he said, drawing her back into the real world.
"I'm starting to perspire," she said. "Not only in the usual places, but all over, like when I exercise. It's odd because I'm not moving, I'm just here on my knees. The heat in me feels very soft and beautiful, like the swirling stopped and it's just a pure, uncolored warmth." She paused for a few moments, deep in thought. "I feel so relaxed—peaceful almost, and yet coiled like a spring that's being wound tighter. The two things are so different, and yet they both feel equal, like a wonderful balance."
"Good, very good," Mr. Black said. "The next part of our research will take place on the couch. I'm working on a hypothesis that when the body is horizontal the increased blood-flow to the brain alters our instinctual stimulation and plays a role in how our desires manifest themselves."
Miss White looked at the huge cock and reluctantly released it from the grip of her small hand. She stood slowly, running her hands down her hips the way she would to smooth clothes if she had any on. She looked slightly embarrassed, her pupils dilated a bit. Mr. Black noted it all down on his clipboard.
"The couch then?" she asked quietly.
Mr. Black nodded and Miss White walked slowly over to it. The wall the couch was against had a view out the big windows of the school grounds, and an impromptu soccer game was underway on the green grass. Miss White sat down nervously on the cold brown leather, and Mr. Black made a few notes before walking over to join her. His massive cock had lost a little of it's hardness, but it still hung proud of his body and swayed back and forth like a clock's pendulum as he walked.
"Describe your feelings Miss White," he said, standing within reach of her.
"The heat has gone back to a swirl," she said, "but part of me is ice cold. I'm wondering if I can be seen through the window, but I don't seem to care. My hand wants to do this again, and my mouth..."
She wrapped her cream colored fingers around the huge brown cock, pulled Mr. Black between her widespread thighs, and took the massive organ into her mouth again. A deeper, louder moan vibrated out of her.
Her second hand went to Mr. Blacks heavy, drooping testicles, and then made their way under them onto his muscular ass. The feel of his soft ball-sack on her forearm as she caressed his ass drew another deep, vibrating moan out of her, and his huge cock went a little deeper into her mouth. She let him slip out and described her feelings without him having to ask.
"Massive intrusion," she said, breathing hard and taking it in her mouth briefly again. "Too big and yet, just right. Full heat again, no more cold."
She slipped it deep into her mouth again, breathing loud through her nostrils.
"Shall we try the horizontal now Miss White?" Mr. Black asked.
She pulled her head off his shiny wet cock with a groan, looking up at him with wilder eyes. She turned sideways, drew her legs up onto the couch and reclined down onto the cold leather, holding onto the big cock the whole time.
"Half cold, half hot again," she said. "I hope boys outside can see. Swirling down low again. I want your mouth on me."
"Good, very good Miss White," Mr. Black said.
He knelt next to the couch and slowly lowered his head to her tits. His soft brown lips opened and he took a tiny hard nipple in, massaging it with his warm tongue. Miss White moaned deeply again, and her hands went to the wiry hair on his head, holding him close to her.
"Warm all over, cold gone," she said breathlessly. "Beautiful silent buzzing in my chest. My hands on your head feel like they've got the world in them."
