6 comments/ 68178 views/ 22 favorites A Special Lesson By: kahlua. She stood in front of him, dressed in only a button-down pink shirt and a denim skirt that came to mid-thigh. She wore flat sandals that slipped off easily. Her shoulder length auburn hair was pulled back in a loose and messy ponytail. She smiled up at him, waiting for his command. "Sit in the middle seat of the second row," his strong voice ordered her. He rested leisurely against his desk, dressed in black pants and a forest green sweater. His chiseled chest was slightly noticeable under the fit of the shirt's fabric. His hands were large and calloused from his work outside of the classroom. "Yes Professor." She nearly purred, curious about what the class period would bring her. He watched hungrily as her tight ass wiggled in front of him. Her long legs were shapely and her skin gleamed with a healthy tan. Her pert breasts seemed to be pressed against her shirt as if dying to be released, perfect round mounds with what he knew as pink little buds. She took her seat. He frowned slightly at her, wanting to see more. "Spread your legs a little more. Not too much, you don't want everyone to know how much of a whore you are, do you?" He teased her gruffly. "No Sir," she nearly whispered as she spread her legs. He grinned and produced a clear zip tie. Without explaining himself, he bent down in front of her desk and roughly took her right leg in his grip. Before she could protest, he took the zip tie and fastened her leg to the desk. It was barely noticeable and wasn't too snug against her flesh. "Put your hands on the desk." "Yes Sir," she replied as he pulled out delicate thumb restraints and attached one end on each of her thumbs. To give her enough slack to take notes, he lengthened the delicate silver chain between them slightly. "There. Now you'll have enough room to take notes. And you'd better not miss a note at all today pet, or I'll have fun punishing you severely." The professor grumbled. The girl felt her cheeks flush in excitement. She had enough room to put one hand in her lap; the other firmly held a pen in her hand. Anyone who would bother to look at her would only see a ring that could possibly be attached to a bracelet. It was perfect. He reached to her shirt and unbuttoned it. From his pocket he pulled a pair of nipple clamps. The man grinned mischievously at his student. He set the clamps in front of her and took both of her breasts in his hands, kneading them. He pulled and pinched the nipples to the perfect fever pinch, not caring about her soft mewling, mixed with both pain and pleasure. As the girl began to lose herself in his touch, he clamped both of her nipples. A groan escaped her pouting lips. He tightened them until the pink buds of her nipples turned a wonderful scarlet. Now to finish the picture, he thought, as he produced a small egg-shaped remote controlled vibrator. He drank up the girl's shocked expression like a bee with honey and slipped the device between her hot, wet pussy lips. "Behave, pet." He whispered in her ear and turned to go back to his desk as other students started to file into the classroom. He winked at her over the head of another student asking for his help on a project. The girl tried to breathe deeply, hoping to not give herself or her current condition away. The slight flush from her nipples was slowly rising and spreading down to her pussy and even up to her neck. She looks delicious, the professor thought as he began his lecture. A silent buzzing began between her legs. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moan of pleasure. She closed her eyes slightly, the hand that had been taking notes going slack. The slow and steady pace began to increase, her fellow students unawares. The girl struggled slightly to close her legs, hoping to drive the small vibrator deeper into her hungry pussy. She nearly groaned in frustration from her bound leg and wiggled slightly. The professor caught a glimpse of his pet, her eyes closed, and not taking notes. He grinned, pleased that he'd get to teach her other, much more private lessons, following class. Wanting to test her limits, he fingered the tiny remote that stayed in his hand. The switch flipped to high and he heard his student turn a low animalistic moan into a cough. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes pleaded with him for release. As he passed out the paper detailing his class' next assignment, he shook his head no and gave her a stern smirk. Again, the girl squirmed slightly in her seat, but could only move so far. She dropped the pen as he continued the lecture, and out of the corner of his eye he watched her drop both her hands into her lap. She'll be punished for THAT move, he thought. He felt his cock harden and had to fight himself back down as he continued teaching. He flicked the control again, turning the vibrator in his student's tight little pussy off. She sighed and he nearly wanted to laugh. Still 20 minutes left of class. He decided to let the class break into groups for a group-wide presentation that was due at the end of term. An awkward looking young man sat next to his pet, and hungrily took in her nipples standing up against the thin material of her shirt. As he watched his pet squirm under her partner's scrutiny, he passed out the midterms he had yet to give back. Up one aisle, down another. The thought of the girl's pussy open and dripping onto the seat made him grow harder again. Maybe he'd let the class out early... On the switch went, turned to the middle speed. He flicked it on high as he walked past her, and as he dropped her midterm on her desk, he lightly brushed up against her clamped nipple. The girl moaned and again her eyes closed. The young man sitting next to her blushed and looked over at her, confused. She was too lost in her pain-filled pleasure, and whimpered as again the professor turned the vibrator on low. She was so close to the edge, but he refused to let her get there. This went on for 10 more minutes before she heard those wonderful words, "See you all next class." The room emptied quickly and she met his gaze. He gave her a wolfish smile and stalked to the door, locking it. Her breaths were heard across the room. Her breaths were ragged and he clucked his tongue playfully. "Now pet, what has got you all tense?" He teased her. He walked back to his student and roughly pulled on the small buttons of her shirt. It fell open, exposing angry red nipples. Her skin glistened with the sweat of the act she had kept up. He unclamped her nipples and bent, drawing first the left into his warm, inviting mouth. His tongue swirled first playfully over the tip of the painful nip, then hungrily sucked it into his mouth. His rough fingers kneaded the blood back into her breast, and the right breast followed in the same fashion. By this point the girl's back arched against the hard wooden chair and her leg bucked against the desk. "You're such a horny little slut. And now Master gets to punish his pet. Didn't you know I'd see you not taking your notes?" He chided her playfully, reaching down to remove the vibrator from her pussy. His finger slipped into her hot little snatch and he slowly began to finger fuck her. She gasped and pressed against his finger. "I'm sorry for being such a bad pet, Sir. Will you teach me to be better?" She pouted, her voice breathy from the pleasure that nearly burst from between her legs. Her juices had coated the seat she sat on. He shook his head, adding that on the list for punishment. He withdrew his finger and forced it between her lips. She willingly sucked her own cum off his finger. His cock stood at full attention now. That was all he needed. The man wrenched a pocket knife from his pants pocket and gingerly cut the tie that bound her leg. He all but dragged her from her seat, pulling her warm body up against his. His hand wove into her pony tail and he pulled it down, forcing her head back and her body to arch against his. His lips found her, and his tongue claimed her mouth as his. Before she could catch her breath, the professor thrust his student over his own desk, stomach first. His hand roughly grabbed her ass cheek, rolling the flesh between his fingers and nails. Her tight skirt was pushed up to her waist. She whimpered but didn't protest, turned on by his dominance. His hands found her hands still clasped in front of her. He released her thumbs from their captors, but forcefully pulled her arms behind her back. With one giant hand cupping both her wrists in his, he opened the top desk draw and drew out the leather cuffs he kept around for such a moment. He turned her around, and cuffed her wrists in front of her. This surprised his student, who had expected to be rightfully spanked over his desk. He flashed her that wolfish grin again. "I have a different punishment for you today. Since I have a faculty board meeting to go to, I figured I'd let your punishment be leaving you here." He smirked to himself as her eyes widened in disbelief and shock. He violently lifted her onto his desk, pushing her on her back. He pulled the skirt off of her, throwing it on the floor by the desk. Out of the same drawer that had hidden the cuffs came long cords of thick rope, a black scarf and a bright red ball gag. Her eyes nearly bugged out, suddenly realizing just how she would be left in the classroom. Her ankles were spread and tied to each leg of the desk. Her arms were lifted above her head, pulled tight, almost to the point of straining, and were tied on the opposite legs of the desk. She was naked, spread eagle on the desk of her professor. Next came the ball gag, forced between those pouting lips. It was secured tightly, her teeth biting down into the crimson rubber. The scarf was wrapped around her eyes. She couldn't see, she couldn't move. She was totally helpless, the chilly air reminding her just how exposed she was. Then something thick and cold slipped between her pussy lips, stretching her. The larger vibrator was turned on high. She squirmed against the rope, moaning in pleasure. Of course, most of the moaning was silenced by the gag. The professor smiled at his handiwork. "You will be able to come now pet. In fact, you'll cum more than just once. Did I mention the board meeting was being held at a restaurant two hours away?" The student tried to exclaim, but he just laughed. He put away his materials from the class, moving around her body as if the bound student was often tied to his desk. He brushed his teeth against her nipples, biting gently before whispering in her ear, "And I'm leaving the door unlocked." That should teach her to pay attention in class; he thought smugly as he flipped off the lights and pulled the classroom door shut behind him. A Special Lesson from the Maestro A special lesson from the maestro. By Hanns G ***** A novice learns new erotic techniques from the maestro. As an experiment, my wife, Susan and I tried bondage, first, just some simple stuff using a silk scarf. That went over well, so I decide to investigate using rope. I was a boy scout, so how hard could it be? Now, I can tie two logs together, but that's not erotic, I needed some help. We are two mid-forties novices who go to the local Adult store looking for a "bondage 101" instructional video or book after we tried the local library. Perhaps they had a "Bondage for Dummies," nothing in the adult store appeared to be for beginners. Looking online, Susan found a DVD with a description that seemed to be what we needed. After watching, we admitted that it really wasn't what we wanted. We didn't want some hard-core bondage, but something we could accomplish at home, without building a dungeon in the garage. Most videos besides having a complete a bondage set had multiple people in them. "Not going to happen," said Susan. After picking up a few tips by watching the videos, I bought some polypropylene rope at the local hardware store to get us started. First, the rope was too thick and it was not soft on Susan's skin. Guess you can't use boat dock rope. She didn't want rope burns, or prickly rope fibers. We found a better rope that actually was on sale at Walmart. People must have wondered what I was doing, while rubbing different ropes on Susan's arm and saying, "How does this one feel?" We tried out the new rope, hey, it's soft, easy to tie and untie. Therefore, that's good, according to Boy Scout manual. I really wanted to try tit bondage but found that there was more too it, it's tough to tie small tits with large diameter rope. After I would get them tied, Susan would move and the rope would fall off. Not exactly, the erotic effect I was looking for. A query to Google indicated that bondage tape was supposed to be the best for tit bondage; it is similar to a roll of electrical tape, but not sticky. I practiced a few knots and rope positions that seem to work. Now that we got the kinks out Susan was starting to like this more. I would put the blind fold and gag on her, tie her up and bind her small pear shaped tits. The tape causes the nipples to protrude prominently for advanced play. I usually used the living room chair and tied her seated down; she would have on a short white silk robe that opened easily. Once I tied her to the fireplace mantle standing up, but that wasn't comfortable for any length of time, so the chair worked best. I kept adding different items to enhance the sessions. A little fluffy duster on a stick allowed for some pleasure and maybe a random whack for a little pain. I found a device that was like a bunch of pins on a wheel. The tiny pins rolled around her nipples really got her going; it was the combination of pain and pleasure. We kept doing this and soon the sessions were starting to lose the original rush, maybe we needed something else. I wanted to film the sessions to make an erotic video for us to watch, so she could view herself from my perspective, but she was adamant about not videoing her. I don't know if she thought I was going to start selling videos of her or what. Nevertheless, no videoing. I was going to sneak a video while she had the blindfold on, but I figured that if she caught me she might stop doing the sessions. We had a usual routine, have a few drinks to loosen up, light some scented candles, put on some mood music and then start. This night was like the others, I had Susan blindfolded, gagged and all tied up in the chair. Each leg tied to a chair leg, arms tied back and started to bind her tits so the nipples were the only part exposed. I had just finished binding one tit when the doorbell rings; ding-dong. I was going to ignore it but it kept ringing; ding-dong...ding-dong. "Dam, who the hell is here," I muttered I went to the door and it's my neighbor Gary. Gary is about sixty, married, balding and in moderately good shape for an old guy. "I really hate to bother you but I need to borrow a pipe wrench." "Can't it wait till tomorrow?" "No I really need it tonight, my sink is leaking." I said, "OK," so I could get rid of him, then realized that if he came into the living room, Susan would be in plain sight. "But stay in the foyer. Don't move!" I went out to the garage to get the wrench, when I came back; Susan must have been making some muffled noise to cause Gary to investigate. Gary is leaning over my wife admiring her unbound pear shaped breast, pale in areas not covered while sunning. Gary doesn't say anything but just stands there. Putting on his glasses to inspect her bound breast's dark areola and nipple, he stands back taking in the whole scene of Susan tied in the chair, completely oblivious to her new admirer. Silently he leans over, bringing his mouth close to Susan's nipple, just close enough so she could feel his warm breath. I could have stopped Gary at this point, but I am watching speechless and fascinated. Susan keeps trying to bring her nipple closer to his mouth; she leans as far forward as she can and he moves away, but stays close enough, his warm breath still on her nipple. He reaches out and gently explores Susan's long dark hard nipple with his finger; she flinches. I don't say a word; she is struggling and trying to say something, which sounds like, "Is someone else there?" I hold my finger to my lips; I figured that if we don't speak she would not know he is the one playing with her tits. Before Gary could say anything I reply, "No it was Gary wanting to borrow a wrench and he's gone." She relaxes and Gary takes this as if I have given him permission to play with my wife's breasts. He starts tweaking the nipples on one, by rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger and pulling the other one. I am standing there watching this in amazement as Susan is moaning. For some reason I'm finding this thrilling, almost like a scene from one of the video's. The sight of Gary playing with Susan's nipples mesmerizes me. It's like the maestro taking over from the student, so he can demonstrate the proper technique. Normally, I would let Gary borrow my tools but not fondle my wife's tits. Still I don't say a word. Gary starts gently sucking her hard dark nipple, sucking it in and then pulling it by holding it between his lips. She continues moaning and moving her hips as much as she can. She is still trying to talk; her gag is getting wetter with each try. I don't understand what she is saying. Gary looks at me as if to say, are you sure, this is OK. I nod OK. I motion to Gary, to look on the table; the tools are in plain sight. He just shakes his head no. At first, I thought he was going to stop, but he was just pausing, taking in the view of Susan's tanned body. Secured to the chair, all Susan can do is struggle against her bindings. Gary reaches over and picks up a candle, inspects it, then forms a spout in the soft wax. He moves the lavender candle over above Susan's tanned breast. He then allowed a single drip of the liquid lavender candle wax to fall on her breast; it seemed to fall in slow motion. When the hot wax landed on Susan's breast, she jumped as much as she could, letting out a muffled scream. The wax landed on very top of her tanned breast, and then as the wax cooled slowly, it changed to an opaque splotch. He moved the candle less than an inch and repeated the drip. After each succeeding dip, she struggled less, almost trying to push her breast upwards to intercept another drip of hot wax. The drips continued down her breast until he almost reached the nipple, pausing, perhaps to raise her anticipation level. I could see the candle paused over the dark nipple, awaiting the proper time to send hot wax down to its target. The hot lavender wax finally hit its target; she flinches as though she had an electric shock. Her whole body tensed. Each succeeding drop builds a mound of wax on her nipple, the excess falling to her stomach. Satisfied that the wax properly coated the nipple, he put the candle back. Gary then reached for a green balsam candle, makes a spout and readies for the other nipple. Green hot wax drips slowly down to the bound breast's nipple. This releases a pleasant balsam odor, almost like being in a Forrest. The wax must be hotter or it was very unexpectedly painful because Susan recoils in the chair and tears start streaming down her cheeks. She is trying to scream but the gag muffles it. Susan is still trying to move but her legs are bound to the chair so all she can do is move her butt. The robe has opened more, revealing Susan's completely shaved pussy at bottom of the pale outline of her bikini. It's obvious that her juices are flowing, since her robe and the towel on the chair is darker than the surrounding material. Gary gently lets his finger follow the slippery slit to the mouth of her waiting vagina, slides one finger inside, pulls it out and sniffs; it must be OK because he goes back to slowly finger fucking her. He takes his time tweaking her clit with one hand, continuing all the while finger fucking her with the other. Susan is moaning and trying to rock in the chair, each time her breasts sway back and forth. Susan is chomping on the gag and drool is dripping out of her mouth, down to her stomach. I am standing there as though it was a porno star in a movie, not my wife. Dam, what a sight. A few minutes of this and Susan starts to spasm and trying to force her pussy forward so Gary's fingers would go in further. She lets out a muffled sigh and relaxes back into the chair. Gary is standing there looking at Susan, looking at me and not sure what to do next. I think he would like to fuck her right here by the sight of the budge in his pants, but doesn't try. I hoped that he wasn't going to put his cock on her face or something. I didn't really want to see Gary's old cock. I motion for him to go to the door and leave; he tiptoes out to the door with wrench in hand. I gently open and close the door trying to be super quiet. Susan is starting to jiggle around so I go back, remove her blindfold, and gag. I figure she was none the wiser to our added guest. The first thing she says "Is Gary gone?" and then "Untie me I really have to pee." We have to decide on how to talk to Gary about this, because I have no idea what to do next, except to get my pipe wrench back from Gary tomorrow. A Special Lesson with Miss Wong Miss Wong stood at the front of the classroom, erasing her notes about Crime and Punishment in order to make more room, but all I could focus on was her plump, shapely ass wiggling back and forth underneath her tight, charcoal pencil skirt. I had had a crush on her from day one of my senior year, when had I first walked into her classroom at the end of the day and saw her sitting behind her desk, her ruby red lips wrapped around an utterly enviable pen, her dark, crescent eyes slightly obscured by her glasses. It felt like I had been struck by a thunderbolt, and ever since then, she had haunted my thoughts, took center-stage in all my wet dreams, and starred in a number of masturbatory fantasies. At times, I wondered whether she knew. I wasn't nearly as subtle about my interest as I should have been, but she didn't exactly make it easy on me. During the first few weeks of school, she wore button-down shirts, against which her ample breasts strained vigorously, and she often stood at such an angle that I could peek between the gaps of her shirt and get a fleeting glimpse of her overflowing bra. Once winter arrived, the tight sweaters came out, emphasizing her every curve, highlighting the swell of her breasts. How could I possibly tear my eyes away from such temptations? You wouldn't blame a cat for eyeing a canary, would you? She never did anything explicit, but the number of times she bent over in front of me and touched my arm gently while explaining a difficult concept couldn't simply be a coincidence. At times, she leaned in close, and her full breasts pressed against my shoulder while her perfume surrounded me, and I felt as though I were in heaven. Was I delusional, to imagine my teacher had an interest in a boy ten years her junior? Maybe, but if it were a delusion, I'd gladly reject sanity to hold onto it. I knew the older teachers were jealous of her; we all did. It was no secret that they resented all of the attention she got, not only from her students, but even from the male teachers and fathers. I looked at the silver lining, though: my English grades had never been so high. My mother had even bought her a gift basket after seeing my first report card, after she had stopped crying tears of joy. Yes, there was definitely a bright side to being unable to tear my attention away from my teacher. And now, as she spoke to the class and gestured dramatically, describing the murder of the old woman, her chest jiggled slightly, and I found myself yet again wondering what she looked like underneath that cherry red sweater, what color her nipples were, how they would feel between my lips were I to gently suckle them to hardness... Were her breasts sensitive? Was she shy? Would she cover her nude body and blush, averting her eyes from me? Or was she bold and brazen? Would she encourage me to drink her in, proudly displaying her body to me? Suddenly, her voice interrupted my daydreaming. "Jason, can you come up to the front and help write down everyone's thoughts for me?" she asked. My eyes widened. My jeans bulged from my earlier thoughts, and now she wanted me to get up in front of the class, in front of everyone. I looked from side to side hastily, praying that another Jason had joined the class within the last five minutes without my knowing. "Me?" "Yes, you. Come on," she beckoned. "We don't have all day." She held the chalk out to me in her palm, waiting for me to take it from her. I gulped, but there wasn't any way out of my predicament but time, time and diligent concentration on the topics on baseball, hobos, and that one time I had walked in on my father on the toilet. I stood up and made my way to the front of the room as though there were a guillotine waiting for me, keeping my eyes bolted to the board. So long as I could keep my back to the other students, no one would be able to see my dong trying to escape through the front of my pants. I thought I heard a slight giggle as I passed Amy Medeiros, but it might have just been my overwhelming paranoia. I took the chalk from Miss Wong's hand, and my fingertips brushed against her palm. My stomach fluttered from the touch, and I nearly dropped the chalk in surprise, but I had made it without everyone discovering my erection: mission accomplished. I positioned my hand an inch away from the board, ready to take down whatever notes my peers said. I looked over to Miss Wong to wait for her to begin calling on pupils, but her eyes were focused on me, about three feet lower than I was expecting. I turned slightly, hoping to hide my arousal, but she just looked back to the class with a self-satisfied smirk on her thick lips. I was thankful that no one else could see my cheeks; I was certain they were as red as they felt. But what about Miss Wong? Had she seen my hard-on? God, she must think I'm a pervert... Was she going to tell the principal? What if she called my parents? I wrote mechanically, my mind miles away from the classroom, specifically, at the top of an unusually tall cliff, high above an acre of jagged rocks, tipped with diamonds, wired to dynamite, and at ground zero of an incoming thermonuclear ICBM. The next ten minutes were pure torture. I had no way to hide myself, not without calling everyone's attention to me, anyway, and if having Miss Wong staring at my bulging crotch was bad enough, it'd be even worse with another forty eyes focused on me. At least teachers weren't allowed to tease me...were they? I was pretty sure she'd get in trouble if she called me Boner Barry or whichever clever nickname my peers would bestow upon me if they learnt of my predicament. Every time she turned to me to tell me what to write, her eyes glanced downwards for the briefest of moments at my lap. I could feel her stare burning into me, and I wondered what was going through her mind. Her face was inscrutable. She could be hiding her disgust with a fake smile, she could be amused, she could be turned on, or flattered, or she could simply be remembering an especially delicious sandwich. Finally, blessedly, my prayers to every deity I had been able to remember from Mister Katze's ancient history class were answered by a ringing bell. I scurried to my seat, my cock throbbing within my boxers, while everyone was distracted with putting away their things. I was free, free as a bird! "Jason?" asked Miss Wong sweetly. Free as a turkey, in an oven, on Thanksgiving Day... "Do you mind staying after class? I have something to discuss with you," Miss Wong said. A chorus of "oooh's" followed as my classmates laughed at my misfortune. I was in trouble, and they knew it, even if they were fortunately ignorant of the details. My last classmate left the room and the door closed. The ticks of the clock thundered in the silence. I stood in front of her desk, waiting for her to say something to me. She looked up at me and adjusted her glasses. She took a deep breath and steepled her fingers. My heart fibrillated wildly in my chest. I just wanted her to say something. Anything was better than this deafening silence. "Jason, I was going over your notes from last week, and I happened to notice that in the margins, someone wrote 'Miss Wong' in a heart." Okay, I'd like to have silence back now... "Do you know anything about that?" I tried to speak and failed. My lips fumbled about, but no words came out. My mind raced, trying to imagine excuses. "I have a crush on a different Vivian Wong." "That's not a heart, it's an upside-down ass. I think you're an asshole." "Someone broke into my house, stole my notebook, wrote that in the margins, and then slipped it into my folder just before I turned it in." I sighed in resignation. Nothing for it but the truth. "I wrote it, Miss Wong..." "I see... There was something else I noticed today, about which I wanted to ask you. When you were at the board, it appeared that you were...how should I put it...over-excited? Now, I understand that you're a healthy young man, but I'm afraid I must ask you to attempt to avoid it in the future. It's extremely distracting." "I'm sorry, it won't happen—" My brain rewound her last sentence in my head. "Distracting?" She rested her head on my hand and looked down at my crotch intently. "Extremely so. How am I supposed to teach when your cock is distracting me like that? Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me not to get down onto my knees and take care of that myself? Do you have any idea how wet I was getting watching you struggle with your hard-on, trying to hide it from me?" "Miss Wong!" "Call me Vivian, Jason. I've noticed your stares all semester, and I have to confess, I'm flattered that a young, handsome stud like yourself would pursue an old woman like me when your pert little classmates are surrounding you." "You're not old, Miss, I mean, Vivian. You're gorgeous! I've had a crush on you ever since I first saw you," I confessed. She purred with delight. Her dark, crescent eyes looked up at me from over her glasses. "My my, you're already such a heart-breaker. You're going to be such a Lothario when you're older. Tell me, Jason, do you have much experience yet?" My cheeks burnt. "Well I mean, I made out with Danielle at the movies once..." "So you're a virgin? Have you ever received a blowjob? Have you ever even seen a woman nude? And on your computer doesn't count; I know all about what you high school boys use the internet for." "I, well...not exactly... No..." She giggled, and I could feel my dick shriveling up, trying to hide from this humiliation. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jason. I wasn't laughing at you being a virgin. It's just that you're so serious. It's no big deal to still be innocent. You're still young. How old are you, eighteen?" "Yes, ma'am." "Ouch, please, Jason, anything's better than ma'am." "Yes, Vivian." "Much better. As I was saying, most eighteen year olds don't have much experience. You shouldn't be ashamed." She stood up and walked across the room, her stilettos clicking with each step. She reached the door, thrust a key into the lock, and turned it. She had locked us into the room together. My heart began to pound. "However, innocence is like ignorance: it's not shameful to have it, but you should rid yourself of it at the first chance you get." "What are you saying?" "Have I been such a poor teacher as that, Jason? Can't you read subtext? I think you know exactly what my meaning is. There's no need to play coy." She strode up to me. Her hand reached down to my thighs. I shuddered as she grazed her fingernails up my jeans until she reached my cock and squeezed. "Mmm, I had almost forgotten how good a hard, thick shaft feels in your hand... Care to help refresh my memory, Jason?" "S-sure," I stammered, trying desperately not to finish in my pants then and there. Miss Wong wanted to fuck me?! I must be dreaming... I couldn't believe this was happening to me. "Good," she cooed. "Get onto your desk. I can't tell you how many times I've fantasized about this..." She leaned in closely to me, so that her lips were brushed against my ear, and continued in a husky whisper. "I masturbated to you last night in the bath. I plunged my vibrator between my thighs and imagined it was you, and I orgasmed five times, until I was too exhausted to continue. It was the best orgasm I've had in months." I lifted myself onto my desk. Vivian took hold of her sweater with both hands and lifted it up over her head. Her full breasts bounced gently, clad in only a black, cupless bra. My cock stirred at the realization that she had been wearing such naughty lingerie under her sweater all day, while I was completely oblivious to what was underneath. Did she always wear lingerie like this under her sweaters? It was no wonder her curves were so well displayed... Her pink nipples were already hard, jutting out eagerly. Her tits were even larger than I had imagined, and I had estimated pretty high. "Do you like my breasts, Jason?" she asked as she reached between her cleavage and undid the clasp. The bra burst away, beaten by the tension under which it had so valiantly struggled. "I love them, Vivian. They're amazing. C-can I touch them?" "Of course," she replied, jutting out her chest towards me invitingly. My hands shaking, I reached out slowly and grabbed her breasts. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering, her lips parted. They felt so soft, so smooth, so warm and heavy and heavenly in my grip. I slowly massaged them, gently caressing her nipples between my fingers. I squeezed softly, relishing their heft in my hands. I couldn't believe the first breasts I had ever felt were my teacher's! She gently removed my hands from her chest, but I barely had time to pout before she slid down onto her knees in front of me, dragging her fingernails along my chest and thighs on her way down. Was she really going to..? She rested her breasts on my thighs, and with her eyes locked onto mine, she unzipped my fly and tugged my jeans down. "Ooh!" she cooed at the sight of the bulge in my boxers as my cock strained against the thin, white fabric. She slid her finger along the length of my shaft a few times. "You're so big, Jason... I can't wait to feel you inside me..." She undid my button. My cock sprang free. Her lips were just inches away from its tip. She tucked her long, sleek, black hair behind one ear and wrapped her hand around my cock tightly. Then, slowly, teasingly, she opened her mouth and engulfed my cock. I watched, entranced, as her lips worked her way up my shaft and my manhood disappeared inside her. She moaned with satisfaction as her lips reached the base of my cock. Her tongue caressed my cock, swirling around my shaft. I moaned, unable to keep my ecstasy inside. "Oh god, Vivian, you're so good at this..." She purred softly. Her eyes locked onto mine. As I stared into her dark brown eyes, she slid her lips and tongue along my cock, moving her mouth back and forth. My shaft glistened with her saliva. Her tongue wrapped around my cock. She grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me deeper into her throat. Her mouth embraced my manhood tightly, as she fucked me with her face, passionately forcing my cock inside of her. With a wet gasp, she released my cock from my lips. She wiped her lips with one hand. "I can feel you throbbing between my lips.... Your cock is so hot... God, it's been so long since I've had a real cock in my mouth. I just love the feeling of it squirming and pulsating inside of me... Can I have you between my tits?" she asked, pushing her breasts together, creating an inviting crevasse. I nodded eagerly. She took the head of my cock between her lips and held it gently while she smothered my shaft with her soft breasts. She bobbed her head vigorously, massaging my cock with her tits. The tip of her tongue danced against the underside of my shaft. My cock was surrounded with new, exquisite sensations. I had never felt anything like this before in my life. I wanted to surrender to her entirely, release myself inside her mouth. I wanted to watch my cock cum between her lips, I wanted to watch her swallow every last drop from my manhood. "I'm gonna cum..." I warned her. She stopped suddenly. "Not yet. It's too soon for that. I want you, Jason. I want your cock inside me. I want to be the woman to whom you lose your virginity. I want you to remember this day for the rest of my life." I could scarcely believe my ears. "You want to fuck me, Vivian?" "I do. I want to deflower you right here in this classroom, just like I've been fantasizing about all year." She stood up and turned so that her back was to me. "Will you unzip me?" she asked sweetly. I gripped the zipper to her skirt and slid it down, taking the opportunity to caress my hand against her ass. Her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a thong underneath, exposing her firm, tight ass. I swatted her bottom playfully, emboldened by her greatly she was catering to my desires. I felt like a sultan in his harem, having his every need taken care of by his odalisques. She giggled at my spank and turned back around to face me. "You're very bold, Jason. I always knew you were an excellent student. Sit down in your chair," she ordered. Still stunned by how events were going, I could only comply. I slid off the desk, pulled out my chair, and sat down. Vivian stood in front of me, straddling my thigh. My wet, hard cock pointed straight up towards the front of her thong. She looped her thumbs under its waistband and played with it, sliding it down almost far enough for me to glimpse her pussy before pulling it back up. I couldn't wait any longer. I reached out, eager to tear her thong from her body, eager to thrust myself inside of her. She slapped my hand awayShe bent over me so that her pendulous breasts hung in front of my face. I kissed them softly as I reached down and delicately removed her thong, exposing her bare, shaved pussy. Finally, I could see it, my first pussy. It looked so smooth, so sleek. I softly caressed her slit. It was already moist with dew. Her pink lips beckoned invitingly. She stepped out of her thong and climbed into my lap. I kissed her earlobes, and was rewarded with a whispered "Jason..." She took my cock into her hand and pressed its head against her warm, wet labia. Her thighs clenched. I bucked my hips, trying to force myself into her, but she pulled back slightly with a smirk and a playful laugh. "So eager... I bet you've fantasized about this hundreds of times, haven't you, Jason? Did you ever imagine your first time would be with your teacher?" "No way. This is like a dream..." "Don't wake up too soon, then," she countered. She kissed my neck passionately. My eyes closed as I felt the tip of my cock slowly penetrate my teacher's pussy. She guided me into her expertly, slowly, teasing me with each inch, until she had engulfed my shaft. Her warm, moist quim tightly gripped my manhood. I couldn't believe this was happening to me... I thought back to porn I had seen, trying to think of what I should do, and began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting myself deeper inside of her. She moaned loudly. Her fingernails clawed into my shoulders. She pulled herself against me, her firm breasts pressing forcefully against my chest, her hard nipples energetically drilling into my skin, rubbing in small circles against me. Panting and moaning, she began to circle her ass around my lap. I gasped from the sudden sensation of my cock being handled so exquisitely. I grabbed her firm bottom roughly and guided her around my cock. She exhaled passionately, she began to nibble my neck and earlobe while I moved her body against me, thrusting into her. "You feel so big inside me, Jason..." she gasped into my ear. "Your cock is amazing. Keep going, don't stop," she begged as she rode my cock. I'm almost there, I'm about to cum..." She impaled herself upon my shaft, riding me, sliding up and down my cock. Her firm breasts bounced with each thrust I made into her. A wave of ecstasy was building inside me. I knew I was close. I was reaching the plateau, just seconds away from the familiar cliff edge of orgasm. I wrapped my arm around her head and pulled her lips to me, kissing her deeply, passionately. After a second of surprised hesitated, she reciprocated, thrusting her tongue between my lips as our hearts beat together, our chests pressed against one another, our lips locked... My cock spasmed inside her, releasing my seed inside her as I continued to thrust away. Blasts of pleasure exploded across my psyche. The only thing in my mind right now was the pleasure I was feeling, the sensation of cumming inside my teacher's pussy, losing my virginity to such a beautiful, older woman as my cock surrendered its essence to her moist quim. A Special Lesson with Miss Wong Just moments later, Vivian's body quivered. She embraced me tightly, her pussy clenched tightly around my satiated manhood. Her whole body shook rapidly back and forth against my crotch as she let loose a loud, wordless, primal scream. I could only hope the school was empty, for I was certain she was audible from the roof to the basement. Slowly, she came to a halt. My ivory semen was dripping out of her, down my shaft, and onto the chair. Our bodies glistened with sweat. We sat there, exhausted, content, satisfied, for a few minutes, catching our breath. She sighed contentedly. "That was amazing, Jason... But I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you detention." "What? Why?" She adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose and huffed. "You're supposed to always show respect for your teacher, and ladies, as well." She delicately lifted herself up off of my soft dick, stood up, and walked to her desk. She removed a cigarette from one of the drawers, and lit up. She inhaled deeply, and puffed out a ring of bluish grey smoke. "And that includes orgasms. Always let ladies cum first, Jason." "Yes, Miss Wong..." * * * * * Thank you for reading! Please vote and comment; I love to receive feedback from readers, and I'd greatly appreciate any comments or constructive criticism you may have.