As far as Peter could remember, schooltime sex with Octavia tended to be fairly simple. The extra arms made lying on her back uncomfortable, and creative lovemaking between two superhumans tended to add up to broken furniture and awkward talks with the school board.
"So I was thinking I could take you down to Coney Island," he said casually as he pounded her over the desk. In and out he went as his hands explored her luscious ass and lovely breasts. "Rent you out as a ride. The kids would love it."
Peter was one of those lovers who liked to talk. It just felt natural to him, for some reason. Octavia was one of those people he couldn't help but quip about.
"Whatever," his teacher panted, "whatever you want. I am," she gasped at a sudden, wonderful orgasm. Spider-sense made it quite easy to find the sweet spots. "-yours." Her voice quavered, trying hard to maintain her dignity.
Peter grinned as he played with one of Dr. Octavia's g-spots. He loved having spider-sense. So many uses around home and the workplace. "Actually, I got a different idea," he said as "I take you down there and I do exactly what I'm doing right now. Right in front of everybody. Pump you full of kids while the whole island watches. Would you like that? Would you like to be my little octo-mom?"
Another orgasmic gasp. "Anything!" Octavia shouted. Peter couldn't quite see her face from this angle, but he imagined that her eyes had rolled back into her head. "Anything you want!"
"What's that?" Peter was enjoying this far too much. "Sorry, I had something in my ear. Say that again?"
Octavia gripped the sides of the desk with a fervor that some castaways would envy. Her glasses fell off of her face and clattered on the floor. "Peter...Peter! You are my golden boy, my greatest student! The only one in this world truly worthy of my service! My mind is yours! My body is yours! My future is yours! I am yours! I am - yours!"
And with that, Octavia's body went limp as her juices flooded the surface of her desk. Peter came as well, filling up her womb and further ruining the desk. The two just lay there for a while, enjoying each other's company and feeling of being one.
"Excellent work, Mr. Parker," Octavia sighed wistfully from the post-coital glow. "full marks. And then some."
"No problem, Octy." Peter pulled out and picked himself up. Octavia had made quite a lot of noise, but Peter wasn't worried. No one ever came to bother them during these sessions. Even when they were loud enough to wake the whole school. Just another stoke of luck that he should never question.
Octavia slowly pulled herself off of the desk, or rather her arms did. Her body hung limply as they picked her up. One of the arms set to work cleaning up her desk, while another handed Peter his discarded jeans, whirring with affection. "Much as I'd love to be your plaything for the rest of the afternoon," Octavia said playfully, "I'm afraid that might not be the best idea. I can't feel my legs right now - nothing serious, I assure you," she added after seeing Peter's concerned face, "and I've some unruly students to discipline. I suggest you get going. I will need to rest for tonight's meeting, and I have no doubt you have some more conquests to make."
"Alright then," said Peter as he adjusted his zipper. "But seriously, don't hesitate to call for help if you need it. Grading papers, supervillains, whatever. I'd be a crap master if I didn't take care of you girls."
Octavia blew a kiss. One of her arms did too. "I'll remember that. Farewell for now, Mr. Parker."
Peter walked out the door into the hallway.