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My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 01

By: edstevens94301



I am a big fan of "Student Fucks Teacher" stories. After lurking on this site for a while, I thought I'd write my own to display the kinds of stories I like: detailed descriptions involving very sexy women.

All characters are 18 or over. 

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"Tony! Hey!"

Startled, Tony turned towards the sound of his name. He stopped to gape at the vision walking towards him.

The source of the voice was a blond woman about twenty feet away. She wore a broad smile on her face. The woman was taller than him by at least a few inches.

His eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. She was wearing a sky blue, short sleeve shirt made out of some kind of shiny material. The shirt clung to her curves incredibly tightly, highlighting a pair of large, shapely breasts. The shirt was so tight that he could make out the outlines of her bra underneath; it looked like a demi cut, sloping in a V-shape out from the middle of her chest.

Tony's gaze continued on down the woman's body. Her shirt was stretched by the woman's large chest and clung tightly to the lower halves of her breasts. The ridge where her breasts connected to her waist was clearly defined. The sides of her breasts sloped in quickly to accentuate her slender waist, and then flared out again with her generous hips. The result was a classic hourglass figure.

The well-fitting shirt allowed Tony to easily make out her taut abdomen. Intriguingly, her shirt stopped just short of covering the entire stomach, allowing an inch or so of skin to peek through. Although she didn't have the muscular definition of a man, she was extremely toned, and her feminine abdominal muscles were apparent.

The woman was wearing a floral skirt which was being blown slightly in the breeze. The skirt concealed the shape of her legs as she walked towards him.

Tony forced himself to look at her face as the woman approached him. She obviously expected a response but he didn't recognize her.

She had a delicate nose with a shapely chin. Her prominent cheekbones displayed her fine bone structure. She was wearing a broad smile that showed off her white, even teeth. Her eyes were her best feature. Although they were currently crinkled by her large smile, he could see that they were large and kind.

"Well, are you going to just stand there? Or are you going to give your teacher a hug?"

With a start, Tony realized that he knew this woman: Ms. Miller, his calculus teacher.

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Tony remembered back to the first time he had seen his teacher: the first day of his senior year. Ms. Miller had not had a good first class. She had apparently just graduated from her teacher preparation program, and was obviously nervous.

Tony remembered her slipping into the classroom on the first day of school. She was a few minutes late, so the room was in absolute chaos. Many of his classmates who hadn't seen each other during the entire summer were taking advantage of the unexpected free time to catch up with each other, flirt, and gossip about their summers.

Since the calculus class was mostly composed of seniors, Tony knew they felt entitled to the run of the school. Many desks were moved from the neat rows they'd been at the end of recess.

Ms. Miller wore an enormous brown sweater that looked frayed and bulky. She was wearing a voluminous skirt that shapelessly stretch out to the floor. To top it off, she wore enormous, thick-framed glasses that appeared way too large for her face. She had obviously rushed to school, and her hair was frizzy and unkempt. Basically, Tony thought that Ms. Miller had dressed for her first day of teaching looking like a homeless librarian. 

After watching Ms. Miller standing at the front of the room for a few moments, Tony began to realize that none of the class was paying her any attention at all. Everyone was still talking at normal volume and continuing as if they were in another free period.

Tony watched Ms. Miller clear her throat, with no response from the class. She tried to say something, but was drowned out by the hubbub around her.

Finally, Ms. Miller began to write her name on the board: "Ms. Miller." At that, people quieted down.

When the din had stopped, Ms. Miller tried again. Tony would always remember the first sound that came out of her mouth. Later, in a quiet moment, when he'd asked her about it, Ms. Miller would say that she didn't know why she made that sound. Maybe it was being out of breath from running to her class. Maybe she hadn't spoken to anyone all morning and hadn't warmed up her voice. Maybe it was just being nervous.

In any case, the first sound that came out of her voice -- the first sound that her new class of seniors heard from their teacher -- was a distinct "SQUEAK!"

Charlie Thompson, a popular football player, laughed first. A few girls joined in. Soon, everyone in the class began to laugh.

Ms. Miller appeared absolutely mortified, and ran out of the room with her face turned away from her class.

By the time she returned a few minutes later, the new teacher's nickname was indelibly set in the halls of Robinson High School: "Mousy Miller."

As weeks went on, Ms. Miller's control of the classroom just slid downhill from there. Calculus was never an interesting subject to begin with, but it was even more difficult for a class of seniors who were being lectured to by her thin, quiet voice.

Tony had seen at least three renditions of drawings of a mouse dressed in shapeless rugs, representing how Ms. Miller had looked on the first day of school. Several of the students would regularly talk at full volume at the back of the classroom, distracting what few students were actually trying to listen to the lecture.

It was horrible, and Tony felt that Ms. Miller looked increasingly depressed about it. After school one day, Tony had seen Ms. Miller talking to another teacher about her problems. She looked like she was about cry.

Finally, one day a full month into the class, the class was in full ruckus mode. Ms. Miller was again late.

Tony stood up and said loudly, "You guys!"

Everyone stopped for a moment and became interested in what Tony was saying. Although he wasn't the most popular student, he wasn't unpopular either. Others knew that he was one of the better students in school, and had a good chance of attending a decent college.

Tony felt sad that Ms. Miller, the first year teacher, was having such a hard time teaching at their school. He took other classes with many of the same kids, and knew that they were generally a well-behaved bunch who were interested in going to college. It was just that she'd made just a bad first impression.

Tony didn't remember exactly what he'd said that morning. He'd never been a good public speaker, and tended to get tongue-tied when he did get in front of the class. But he could remember how he started: Tony shared honestly about his own mother, a teacher.

She had shared with him that she had a very difficult first year of teaching. She was a bad public speaker, she wasn't organized, the homework grading was overwhelming, and she didn't know how to control a classroom. The summer after the first year, she'd even thought about quitting. But she'd stuck with it, improved and matured as a teacher. Now most of the students knew his mother, and knew that she was one of the very best teachers in their district.

The implication was obvious. The class should give Ms. Miller a break, and forgive her first impression.

When Ms. Miller entered the class just a minute after he'd finished that day (had she been listening?), the class was much better behaved. The rows of desks were roughly straight, and most of the talking during class was confined to a few whispers.

For the first time, Tony was able to hear Ms. Miller's lecture. He realized that she was actually fairly clear and coherant, once you could actually hear her. He found himself enjoying calculus class, and thought that the other students in the class might agree.

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Which brought Tony back to that day. Here was Ms. Miller standing right in front of him, talking to him.

She looked totally different than she looked at school. She wasn't just average looking underneath those bulky sweaters. She was gorgeous.

Her shapeless dark-colored tops and dresses had hidden her incredibly fit body. Those enormous glasses and frizzy looks that she typically brought to school had stopped him from seeing her classic features and sparkling eyes.

Now that Tony could see his teacher dressed in normal clothes for the first time, he saw that Ms. Miller had large, full breasts. Since she was tall, her breasts seemed proportional, even though her frame was slender. That tight, short-sleeved blue shirt revealed slender arms, an elegant neck, and toned abs.

Tony suddenly felt uncomfortable thinking about his teacher this way.

"Well?" Her soft voice suddenly snapped him out of his reflection.

Tony awkwardly leaned forward at the waist to hug his teacher. This was how he hugged his Aunts.

She embraced him fully, hugging him tightly with both arms. Tony was immediately aware of the sensation of Ms. Miller's soft, full breasts, pressed up against his chest.

It was the first time they had ever hugged.

"Hi, Ms. Miller. Good to see you this fine Saturday."

They talked for a few minutes. Tony had no idea what she was saying, and just nodded occasionally. He had use all his concentration just to lock his eyes on her nose to keep himself from obviously staring at her chest.

She said something, and then lowered the left waistband of her skirt a few inches.

Tony put his hand over his eyes automatically, wanting to avoid unintentionally seeing Ms. Miller's underwear.

She laughed lightly and said, "That is so cute!" She pulled his hand away and he looked down.

Under the edge of the large floral skirt, Ms. Miller was showing him a dark blue elastic fringe that was the top part of her shorts.

Ah right, Tony thought. That makes sense. Ms. Miller was on her way to play in a soccer game. That was why she was wearing this tight blue shirt. That was why she wasn't wearing her oversized, thick-framed glasses; she was wearing contacts lenses.

"Anyways, Tony. Would you like to come over to my apartment?"

"What?" Tony blurted out, totally confused. Why was his teacher inviting him over?

"Well, I wanted to ask you about that thing we were talking about. I thought it would be better in private?"

If Tony didn't know better, he would guess that his teacher was asking him for a date.

"Sure, Ms. Miller. I'd be happy to help."

She beamed at him. They exchanged cell phone numbers and separated.

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Tony was left wondering the rest of the afternoon with a lot to think about.

He had no idea what they had talked about. He had no idea why Ms. Miller had invited him over.

The most stunning revelation had been Ms. Miller herself. He had of course spent time watching her during class, and once in a while had let his mind slip to guess at what his teacher looked like under the shapeless layers she always wore to school.

While he had know that her face was okay, he didn't realize how sculpted it looked without those enormous glasses she wore. And of course he'd had no idea about her body. He'd guessed that Ms. Miller was obese, and liked to conceal it as other women sometimes did. Or that she just had a very poor sense of style. 

Why did she hide her amazing body when she went to school every day? he thought as he rang the doorbell of her apartment.

Ms. Miller had texted him the address of an apartment number and building about three miles north of school. He'd drove over there after finishing up at the park, and waited until the time they'd designated.

When the door opened, Tony realized that he was disappointed that Ms. Miller had changed from the tight blue shirt she's worn that morning.

Of course she's changed, he told himself. The soccer game is over.

Instead, Ms. Miller appeared to be dressed in a thin, tan robe. It was cinched at the waist, but the robe wasn't completely closed. Beneath the robe, all Tony could see was that Ms. Miller wore a colored shirt of some kind. It was tight enough to not reveal any cleavage.

The robe was closed enough so that he couldn't see what she wore on the lower half of her body. However, the robe ended at about thigh level, and Tony could see that Ms. Miller's legs were completely bare.

She wore no shoes.

"Please come in." She smiled at him again, with those bright teeth. Ms. Miller's voice was as quiet as always.

He obediently entered her living room. It was sparsely furnished but clean. Her apartment generally looked like she had moved in without buying much furniture.

There was a single chair pulled up in front of a single TV. The TV image was frozen to an image of a team of people in the jungle.

Tony said, "Survivor! My favorite!"

"Oh? You like this show too?" Ms. Miller said with interest. "Let's watch together!"

Tony sat down in the lone chair automatically, and then got up again when he realized that Ms. Miller had obviously been sitting there. There wasn't anywhere else to sit in the room.

"No, no, it's okay." Ms. Miller said. "Please be my guest."

Together they watched the rest of the episode that was on TV.

Ms. Miller was seated on the floor, her back against the leg of the chair he was sitting in. Her robe was still loose, but whatever she was wearing underneath didn't allow him to peek down her chest.

However, her long smooth legs were visible in front of him. Tony allowed himself to stare at them. They were creamy colored rather than tan or white. They were amazingly toned.

Halfway through the show, without any warning, Ms. Miller stood up. She unlaced the tie around her waist from the bathrobe and slipped it off her shoulders. Underneath, Ms. Miller was wearing a light purple camisole shirt. It wasn't particularly tight, but her generous breasts, this time without a bra, were clearly outlined. The camisole was wrinkled along the collar, where it joined with two straps which held the camisole in place but left her shoulders and arms bare.

Ms. Miller was wearing matching lavender lace panties. The fringes of her panties were laced with a lighter color of lavender. The panties weren't particularly skimpy, but they were very tight on her hips.

Tony could see easily see the entire outline of her hips because her panties were so tight. They were an ideal curve, flaring out from her narrow waist into long smooth legs that seemed to just keep stretching downwards. The panties were opaque, and he couldn't make out any details of her crotch from where he was standing.

Then Ms. Miller returned back to her spot on the floor, leaning against his chair.

Of course Tony would watch Ms. Miller covertly for the rest of the show. After all, she was an incredibly hot woman dressed in only her underwear.

During the next commercial break, Ms. Miller asked, "Who's your favorite survivor?"

"Amanda, I think." Tony replied.

"Mine too. She's the hottest." Ms. Miller said this in a matter-of-fact way.

"She's not only hot, she also seems like a good person." Tony said. "Remember Tony paused, sensing he was walking on sensitive ground. "She seems really nice too. Did you see how much she struggled with who to take when she won immunity?"

"Yeah, she seems okay. But I just like her because she's hot." Ms. Miller told him.

"Not as hot as you."

Ms. Miller paused the TV show again and sat up.

"What?"

Tony knew he had overstepped his boundaries as a student and tried to quickly backtrack. "What I meant was, that Amanda is nice looking but everybody looks nice while they're on the island. When they get voted off, everyone looks all fat and ugly again in the jury."

Ms. Miller didn't quite seem to buy it. "So you think everybody looks good when they're starving on a deserted island?"

"Well. Some people look good already. But maybe people would look *better* if they lost a little weight and were dressed in leaves and coconuts all the time." Tony tried to joke but he could tell he was falling flat.

"Tony," Ms. Miller said in a very serious tone. She looked up at him from her seat on the floor. "Do I look fat?"

Tony was stunned. He had never seen Ms. Miller's body before today but he thought that her body was spectacular.

"You are not fat at all," He replied honestly.

"I think I am fat." She looked down as she said it.

"Why would you think that, Ms. Miller? I think you have a rockin' bod!"

"Thanks Tony," Ms. Miller said with a slight smile, "but here's the issue."

From where she was sitting on the floor, Ms. Miller drew the bottom of her camisole up. For a breathless moment, Tony thought she would take it off, but she only drew up the lower half to reveal her stomach.

Ms. Miller's left hand was bunching her camisole up at her breasts to show him her stomach. It was taut and toned. She obviously worked out and he knew that she played soccer. Her right hand rubbed upward over her stomach to join the left. It passed over her smooth stomach. Her belly button was an "innie." 

"Here's the issue," Ms. Miller continued. "You say I don't look fat. But I can feel my own body. And I can feel all the fat."

Tony didn't know how to respond. Ms. Miller was the most beautiful woman he had ever met in person. She looked incredibly fit, with well-toned arms and legs. Yes, technically her breasts and ass were composed of fat. But it was a good fat, and made her amazing figure what it was.

"So what would convince you?" Tony asked uncertainly.

Ms. Miller paused a moment and then looked up at him in the eyes. "Could you feel my body? If you feel it... and then tell me I'm not fat, I'll believe you.

Tony couldn't believe what he was hearing. His calculus teacher was not just cute and not just attractive. She was gorgeous. Her blond hair was swept carelessly back. Her long eyelashes were downcast as she waited for his response.

"Okay," Tony croaked out. "I'll do it."

Ms. Miller stood up. The bottom half of her camisole was still bunched over her breasts, exposing her stomach. She looked at him expectantly.

Tony was sitting, so he got up. He realized that he should take this seriously, so he dropped to his knees right in front of her so that his head was level with her stomach. Tony reached a tentative hand out and touched her stomach lightly with one finger. His teacher's skin was warm to the touch.

He placed his entire palm on her stomach, and then both palms. Her body felt as good as it looked. Her abs were firm and unyielding. He brought his face close to her stomach and breathed on it. His hair brushed lightly against her hands, which were holding the camisole in place. He could smell the clean lavender scent of soap on her skin.

He gently spread his hands to her hips, along the delicate pockets where her hip bones lay underneath her skin. There was a natural amount of fat there, of course, but, if anything, it emphasized his teacher's womanly curves.

Tony gently caressed the sides of her hips: that hourglass shape that was so evident from her thin waist but relatively wide hips. It felt incredible.

This is the best moment of my life, Tony realized.

Tony heard a breath above him and realized that Ms. Miller was looking down at him as he touched her. Her own eyes were closed, and she seemed to be breathing more and more heavily. She seemed almost hypnotized by his slow actions.

Tony's face was only inches away from Ms. Miller's crotch, but her panties blocked any view of that treasure.

Tony didn't feel bold enough to touch Ms. Miller's pussy, but he did place one palm on the outsides of her delicious thighs. They were as clean shaven, and as smooth as silky as the rest of her. 


My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 01



He ran his hands slowly down the outsides of her long legs, stopping at her ankles. She had one small mole above her left knee.

Then, he gradually worked his way using the backs of his hands up the insides of her legs. He went slowly, half expecting her to stop him. But Ms. Miller was almost totally still, her hands clenched over her camisole to hold it up. Her eyes were still closed.

He slid his way slowly up her rounded calves and inner thighs. Her calves were large, probably because she was so tall. Her thighs sloped in gently and then out again as he continued up. Ms. Miller did have a good amount of flesh, Tony thought to himself, but it really served to make her curvy and feminine rather than fat.

He had a full erection in his jeans, and Tony would occasionally shift his knees to adjust the feel of it on his boxers. He maintained full contact with her legs though. He didn't want to break the slightly hypnotized state his teacher seemed to be in.

Tony's hands slid up his teacher's thighs, inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, until he was just a fraction away from her panties and crotch. 

Ms. Miller stopped him suddenly, taking a step back. Her eyes looked at him a bit unsteadily. Tony was afraid he'd gone too far.

"Well?" Ms. Miller whispered. "Am I fat?"

Tony knew that he would never answer that she was fat. But something stopped him from giving his real answer. Some demonic spark in him made him pause, and Tony said, "It's hard to tell without touching your ass."

Ms. Miller paused briefly. A long moment passed where Tony's thoughts flew like lightning and he knew he'd upset her. Just as he was about to apologize, Ms. Miller broke the silence.

"These panties aren't good for that. Let me change."

She turned abruptly and left the living room.

Tony sat down in the one chair in that nearly empty room. Survivor was still paused in front of him, its picture frozen on some random scene. What was happening? This morning, he had woken up to go play basketball in the park. His teacher was Mousy Miller, not this goddess of beauty.

This goddess who wanted him to grope her all over, he corrected himself.

Ms. Miller came back into the room. Tony could only stop and stare. She had changed out of her more conservative purple panties and put on a teal set of panties. Using the term panties was too generous and didn't reflect how skimpy they were. Her underwear was more like a strip of lace that curled tightly around her hips. A part of it seemed to reluctantly dip and cover her crotch.

When she turned her back to him, she lifted up her long blond hair and held it above her back. She pulled her camisole halfway up, allowing him to see her taut lower back muscles. From the rear, Tony could see that the little teal lace thing ringing her waist dipped at the very last moment into her ass crack, exposing almost both her entire buttcheeks to his sight. They had three small white bows directly above her ass crack.

During class, Ms. Miller had always worn boring skirts and formless dresses that left no trace of her ass or legs. Even this morning, when she had worn that amazingly tight blue shirt that had first shown him the outline of her large breasts, she had worn a skirt which concealed this sight.

So this was the first time he had ever seen his teacher's ass.

It was spectacular.

It was larger than his, Tony thought, but she was taller than he was. And she was a woman. Like the rest of her skin, it was creamy, not tan or pale. Her narrow waist flared out quickly to her curvy hips. The curve of her ass was similarly dramatic. Her ass cheeks jutted out proudly and firmly. There was a hint of a horizontal line at each cheek's bottom, demarcating their boundary with Ms. Miller's tight thighs.

Tony reached out his hands and, almost trembling, caressed them.

Both Tony and his teacher sighed as Tony's palms moved over those splendid mountains. Tony was so close that he could see small pale goosebumps form. He stopped his rubbing briefly.

"Sorry, are my hands cold?" Tony said.

Ms. Miller looked back over her shoulder and turned slightly. From this perspective, Tony could see the outline of her large breasts well through the camisole.

"No, keep going." Her voice was even softer than usual.

His hands continued to roam his teacher's ass. They were incredibly full and tight. They shook slightly as he moved over them. Tony instinctively stayed away from her center line where her anus was located.

As time went on, he began to use both hands, pawing his teachers ass. He massaged it and worked it from side to side, only continuing a thin pretense of inspecting her fat. When he spread her asscheeks apart, he was close enough to see the beautiful star pucker of her anus, winking at him and teasing him.

After a seeming eternity, he paused. How could he continue this? What could he possibly do next?

Almost without thinking, Tony leaned forward off his chair. He breathed slowly onto her ass, letting her feel his hot breath. After a moment he deliberately licked her beautiful behind, right at the bottom crease where her ass connected with her thighs. 

Ms. Miller moaned loudly.

Tony paused a minute, and then deliberately ran his tongue up from the bottom of her ass to the middle of it. Her ass didn't have any taste. Tony could smell both his teacher's soap and his own saliva.

Suddenly, Ms. Miller pulled away from him, and turned around.

"That's quite enough," she said softly. She was holding the hem of her camisole with both hands, and looked like she was about to take it off and show him her awesome breasts. She was still wearing the skimpy turqoise lace underwear.

Tony sat back in his chair, holding the edges of his seat with both hands. He waited for her to make the next move.

"I think you should go," Ms. Miller said quickly.

Stunned, Tony stood up.

Unfortunately, he had forgotten about his erection, and a large tent was plainly visible through his jeans. Tony felt uncomfortable and embarrassed as Ms. Miller clearly noticed his predicament.

"I've been unfair," Ms. Miller said in her soft voice. "You've been helping me out and you've clearly been paying a price for that."

Paying a price? Tony thought to himself. I would have given my life savings to do what I just did.

Ms. Miller took a step closer to him. She kneeled down and very deliberately undid his belt, then his jeans. Tony lifted his butt off the seat to allow her to slide his pants off him.

She then pulled his boxers down, gently sliding it over his erect penis.

It bobbed free from its containment. Both of them stared at it. Tony didn't shave, and his black pubic hair was wiry.

Then Ms. Miller closed her eyes and gave Tony's penis a soft kiss, right at the tip. Tony stared with fascination as Ms. Miller began to lick the round cap of his dick with her delicate pink tongue.

She used her hands to cup his balls, making him sigh with appreciation.

Ms. Miller then used her tongue to trace little semi-circles along the base of his dick. It felt heavenly.

Finally, when his penis had been thoroughly kissed, Ms. Miller looked up at Tony and took his dick into her mouth. It was warm and felt incredibly good. She looked up at him as she did it with a hint of a smile in her eyes. They were a deep blue, Tony noticed for the first time.

They continued like that for a minute, Ms. Miller's mouth sliding over Tony's dick up and down.

Tony could feel his orgasm building. He could look down and see his teacher's gorgeous face taking in his penis. She was dressed in just a lavender camisole and skimpy turquoise lace panties. Her blond hair ran down her back, and he could smell her shampoo, a floral scent. Tony could see her sexy hips and perfect ass from his vantage point. He could watch his dick sliding in and out of her rosy lips.

Tony didn't want to push Ms. Miller's head down on his dick. She was already giving him oral sex, and he didn't feel like he could be pushy. He stroked her hair gently with his hands. He touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. Ms. Miller was a goddess, and she was giving him head.

After a few minutes, she shifted her oral technique, moving her head slightly from side to side. He could feel his penis brush up against the sides of her mouth, further stimulating it.

This pushed him over the edge, and, with a cry of pleasure, he began to orgasm. His semen shot up into her mouth. Ms. Miller pulled away and spat out his cum. His penis continued to jerk as the rest of his fluid dribbled out down the front of his dick. 

After Ms. Miller had changed, and Tony had cleaned himself up, he paused from the doorway of her apartment.

"Ms. Miller?" Tony said. "You're not fat at all."

Ms. Miller smiled slowly and digested that information. "Thank you, Tony. I'll see you at school on Monday."



My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 02



That next Monday, Tony had no idea what to expect. How would his relationship with his teacher change? How would calculus class change? Would people know that he'd gotten a blowjob from Ms. Miller?

Tony got through his first few periods of the morning as normal. He didn't notice anything different walking down the halls of Robinson high school. No one changed the way they looked at him. During his recess period, his friends had their usual conversations: discussing girls, bitching about teachers, and complaining about homework. All normal. Tony gave no hint that he'd had a mind-bending sexual experience over the weekend, and nobody asked him about it.

However, during calculus class, there were many noticeable changes. Ms. Miller had come in a few minutes late as usual. Rather than ignore her for a few minutes as the class usually did, the students stopped and stared as she came through the door.

Ms. Miller had primarily worn thick sweaters or loose-fitting dresses. She seemed to have the world's largest collection of frizzy clothing, and rotated through her one ugly outfit after another.

Today, Ms. Miller was dressed much more attractively. She wore a black fitted jacket that she left open. She wore a black skirt with a single off-center pleat; it had a silver buckle that was fit to her waist. Although the skirt was not at all tight, it ended at knee level, still high enough to display Ms. Miller's shapely calves. She had on a white blouse that was loose enough to conceal the large breasts that Tony knew she concealed.

Ms. Miller's clothes showed that she was not obese, looking much more professional. Tony thought that dressing professionally highlighted Ms. Miller's attractive face.

Ms. Miller gave a bright smile when she began her class -- another first, Tony thought to himself.

The effect of her improved appearance on the class was immediate. Although the class usually paid some attention to her before, perhaps her drastic change in appearance made them sit up just a little bit. The result was the best lecture Tony had heard since she'd started teaching that year.

The next day, Ms. Miller wore a blue denim dress. The dress had brass buttons running down its middle. Ms. Miller had left the top two buttons open, displaying just a hint of cleavage. Like the day before, this dress actually fit her well, displaying her tapered waist and slim arms. Her calves flexed within her brown, calf-length boots as she walked.

However, during the entire class session, Tony noticed that she did not look at him once. Although he sat in one of the front rows, her gaze would pass over him as if he were not there, and she seemed to speak to students around rather than directly to him.

As the weeks passed, her improved appearance also had a noticeable effect on the male students and faculty at Robinson High School. Tony noticed that several guys - even the jocks - would stay after class to get Ms. Miller to explain homework or to discuss a question from class. They'd never done that before.

From Tony's vantage point, Ms. Miller seemed to enjoy the extra attention. When the boys she was helping told their strained jokes, she would laugh at them, tossing her hair back in a way that made Tony feel jealous. The male teachers at the school came in to Ms. Miller's classroom much more.

She was also more energetic during her class periods, which only reinforced the positive changes that were happening.

Positive changes for her, Tony thought glumly. He was beginning to accept that the amazing experience from her apartment was a one-time event. He would fantasize regularly about what had happened. He replayed what she had said and what he had done, imagining to himself what might have happened if he had just taken a little more initiative...

Even during class, Tony would catch himself drifting off into a fantasy world where Ms. Miller was not ignoring him, and where that magical afternoon was the beginning of something more.

As a result of Tony's brooding, his attention slipped in Ms. Miller's calculus class, and then in all his classes. Although Tony had scored at the top of the class during quizzes for the first month, he began to get low B's and then C's.

One day, almost six weeks after Tony had gone to Ms. Miller's apartment, he got back his latest quiz. He had gotten an F. At the top of the quiz was marked in red ink "SEE ME AFTER CLASS."

Tony waited in his chair until everyone had left the classroom. He had never gotten an F on any quiz during high school. He felt totally depressed. He slumped down on the floor and leaned against the cabinet wall.

Ms. Miller was wearing a brown sweater that day. The sweater wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose either. She wore a cream colored scarf, which served to conceal her body. She was wearing a long tan skirt as well, with dark brown boots that laced-up to mid calf.

Despite her skirt, Ms. Miller plopped herself down on the floor right next to him. She raised one knee and folded her arms over it, then rested her chin on her arms. Her other knee was bent so her left leg lay flat on the ground. Because this sitting position spread her legs, her tan skirt rode way up her thighs as she sat.

Tony wasn't looking, but saw in the corner of his eye that Ms. Miller's long, shapely legs had become exposed. When he turned to look, she quickly draped her scarf over herself. Her knees and much of her calves were still exposed, but her lap was fully covered.

"Tony, how are you doing?" She said in her soft, quiet voice.

With that, Tony realized that this was the first time she had spoken directly to him for six weeks.

"Fine." Tony felt suddenly angry, and an edge came out in his voice.

"You're angry with me." Ms. Miller sensed it immediately. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, whatever," Tony replied harshly. He continued sarcastically, "I'm sorry too."

"Are you angry about your grade?" Ms. Miller continued tentatively? "Or are you still... upset about what happened?"

Upset? What was she talking about? Tony was suddenly confused.

"Why would I be upset about what happened?"

"Well, I'm your teacher. I invited you over to my house. And I led you on. I made you touch me all over, just because I was feeling insecure." She whispered these last few words with her eyes downcast.

Tony was stunned. Ms. Miller. Thought. He. Was. Angry. At. Her.

For the past 6 weeks, he had stewed in his juices, thinking that she had just sucked in all the male attention she'd been getting and had forgotten about him.

Not that he had any real claim to his beautiful teacher. But he still fantasized about that visit to her house. He knew he was the first one at his school to have discovered that Ms. Miller was a fox. And he was definitely the only one to have touched that taut stomach, those luscious thighs, that ass...

Tony thought for a minute, and then gave a very careful response. "Ms. Miller, I'm not upset about what we did at all. In fact, I loved it. I would do it again if we ever got the chance."

"So why have you been ignoring me? Since that day, you've been intentionally giving me the silent treatment. And the day we got back, you were talking to that horrible Kate Martin."

Kate Martin was widely known as the class slut. Tony thought back and realized that Kate had asked him for some help with a math problem that day. Although it was a bit surprising, he had stayed with her at her desk after class for a few minutes.

Tony realized that Ms. Miller probably felt just as distant from him.

"Ms. Miller, Kate Martin doesn't mean a thing to me. She just asked me to help her with a math problem. She was probably jealous of you when you came to school the first day looking all hot."

Ms. Miller gave him a slight smile. Tony felt warm inside. 

Ms. Miller continued: "So why are you doing so badly in school? I thought it was because you were angry with me." Ms. Miller said.

"I'm not doing well because I'm angry, but it's not because of what we did. It's because of the way you're dressing, and all the attention you're getting. I kind of wish... well, I kind of wish that I were still the only one who knew how beautiful and athletic you are.

Ms. Miller looked at Tony steadily. A faint smile spread on her face. She was still sitting with her scarf across her lap, covering her a little but leaving her delicious legs exposed.

"There are lots of things about me that only you know." She said softly, looking straight at him with those beautiful blue eyes. "And there's a lot more still to find out."

Tony's penis twitched involuntarily. That sounded like an invitation.

"Why don't you come to my apartment on Saturday? You need a tutor, and I happen to be free."

Tony didn't know whether Ms. Miller meant that he would learn more about math or more about her body, but he didn't really care.

"Saturday is good." Tony said.

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So Tony found himself at Ms. Miller's apartment again that Saturday. He again waited for the designated time, and knocked on her door.

Ms. Miller answered the door after a minute. She was wearing a blue stretch turtleneck and blue jeans. The turtleneck had long sleeves. It clung tightly to her curves, but not as tightly as Ms. Miller's soccer uniform the first time they had met outside of school.

"Thanks for coming over, Tony. Let's get to work."

While her outfit was form-fitting and sexy, Tony was a little disappointed. The last time he had been over, she had opened the door wearing nothing but her underwear and a robe.

This time they went to the kitchen table of the sparsely furnished apartment, where two chairs were pulled up. Tony pulled out his books and they began going over the material that he had missed over the past 6 weeks. There were 6 chapters of material to cover.

Tony felt immensely distracted as he tried to work. They were sitting next to each other on the wooden chairs and table. As Ms. Miller would explain material, she would lean into the table and write. He would also lean in, and their heads would come very close together.

Her golden hair would pool off her shoulder and spill onto the table as she spoke to him. He was so close that he could smell her shampoo.

After explaining a section, Ms. Miller assigned a few problems for Tony to work through himself. She had a stack of papers next to her, and pulled them to grade while he worked by himself. He would glance over furtively as he worked.

She wasn't wearing the huge, thick-framed glasses she used to bring to school anymore. Since he had reassured her during their fateful encounter six weeks ago, Ms. Miller had begun wearing contacts every day.

Her breasts were encased by the thin ribbed sweater she wore. He couldn't tell what kind of bra she was wearing.

He studied her delicate nose, well-defined chin, and long slender neck. How had she hidden her beauty for so long from all of them?

After he completed a section, he gave her his answers to show her his progress.

She studied them for a minute, and then nodded. "Very nice, Tony. I think it's time for a break."

Tony wasn't really tired, but agreed anyways.

Ms. Miller stood up from her chair. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable," Ms. Miller said, and left the room.

Tony's thoughts were racing. Something more comfortable? Women said that when they were going to wear lingerie, right?

He felt a powerful urge to see what Ms. Miller was doing. Could she be changing right now? Tony had an erection just thinking about it. 

Tony felt a strong twinge of guilt. Spying on his teacher was definitely a no-no, regardless of what they'd done the last time they were at her house.

Since their first encounter, Tony had fantasized about what he could have done differently during their first meeting. He realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He quietly and quickly got up from his chair. As silently as he good, he walked out of the kitchen and towards the hall. The door to Ms. Miller's bedroom was halfway open, leaving a gap near the hinges between the door and frame where Tony could see.

Tony peeked through this crack. The hallway behind him was dark, so he felt that he wouldn't be noticed.

With his heart beating loudly in his chest, he peered into the door crack.

From his vantage point, he could see about half of the room. He could see a white dresser with four drawers. He could see a full-length oval mirror.

Ms. Miller was in the process of taking off her blue sweater. She drew the tightly fitting fabric above her head, starting from the bottom of it. She was angled away from him, so Tony couldn't see her breasts. He did get a peek of her shapely, athletic back and waist.

Now Ms. Miller was taking off her jeans. She unbuttoned them, then began to shimmy them down her hips.

To Tony's frustration, Ms. Miller backed up and sat down somewhere out of his point of view. Through the crack of the door, Tony could see her jeans slide down Ms. Miller's legs, but couldn't see the rest of her.

Now Ms. Miller stood up, again out of his field of vision. Tony couldn't see any of her at all. He heard the sound of fabric rustling.

Tony tried desperately to see her. He inched closer to the door crack, pressing his eye closer in the hopes of widening what he could see. In doing so, he accidentally touched the door, right where it connected with the hinge.

The door swung inward a fraction of an inch, and Tony froze. Had she seen it?

There was no sound for a moment, and Tony closed his eyes, silently cursing his own clumsiness.

After a moment, Tony heard footsteps, and he opened his eyes again.

Ms. Miller was walking slowly away from him towards a dresser in the corner.

Tony had to stifle a gasp. Ms. Miller was wearing only a pair of white panties. Her entire naked back was exposed to him. The panties were high cut, emphasizing her long legs and shapely thighs.

Ms. Miller paused her walk for a moment. She turned back towards the door, and Tony felt sure that she knew he was there. He tried to hold utterly still.

Ms. Miller was now facing with the left side of her body angled towards him. She was looking at him over her left shoulder. Her arms were cupping her breasts, shielding them entirely from his view. The bare curve of her back was clearly highlighted.

If she did know I was here, she's sure putting on a show, Tony thought.

Ms. Miller continued onto the dresser and opened a drawer. She paused several moments there - she's choosing, Tony thought. Then she pulled out a white piece of clothing - a bra, he realized - and slipped it over her head.

He couldn't see much of her bra because she was facing away from him. Like her panties, it was white and fringed with lace.

Ms. Miller, after putting on her bra, stayed facing away from him and began fixing her hair. Tony noticed that she seemed to be taking her time, as if she were aware that she had a keenly interested audience.

Is she playing with me? He thought. She seems to be enjoying this.

Of course he enjoyed it too. He could see her beautiful features as she turned her face from side to side. She ran her fingers through her long blond strands. She seemed to be arranging them, even though she had no mirror in front of her and no implements to hold her hair in place.

She played with the hair at her forehead, causing Tony to groan with frustration. Would she turn around already?

Because he had always fantasized about seeing Ms. Miller's chest. That first day, when he had become aware of her gorgeous body, she was wearing an extremely tight blue shirt. She clearly had marvelous breasts, but he had never actually seen them.

Then, when they had gone to her apartment for the first time and he had felt her body, she had covered her treasures with her camisole. He had touched her stomach, her legs, and her ass, but hadn't seen her breasts at all.

After what felt like an eternity, Ms. Miller turned around.

Tony stared. God was she built!

Her white bra was a demi-cut, and sloped away from the middle of her chest with a dramatic "V". It seemed to barely contain the luscious mounds that were spilling from it. Ms. Miller's breasts were incredibly full and round. They seemed almost too big for her slender torso and athletic body.

The sides of her full breasts extended in sexy crescents past her torso. He could see their white curves clearly against the sides of her arms.

Tony tried desperately to burn the image of her chest into his mind.

He felt himself go hard immediately.

Tony's heart was pounding and he thought that his chest would explode. He felt dirty for watching his teacher change. But it was unbelievably thrilling, and he'd seen more than he'd ever thought possible.

His labored breathing became louder, and Tony had to keep shifting his position to keep his erection from getting too uncomfortable.

Ms. Miller paused as her jeans were almost all the way on. She stared directly at the door where Tony was hidden.

"Tony? Could you come out now?"

Tony realized with a sudden flush that he had been caught. He briefly considered running back to the kitchen, but realized that it might make things worse to pretend at this point.

He pulled open the door and stepped into the room. He hung his head and tried not to look as guilty as he felt.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Miller." Tony said.

His words seemed to hang in the air. Despite the fact that his teacher was still clad only in her bra and panties, she was firmly in control of this situation. He used every ounce of his willpower to concentrate on just his feet.

"Its okay, Tony," Ms. Miller said finally. "You have natural male urges. I know that our relationship is different."

Her soft tone made him feel better. He raised his head. She was smiling at him.

"I'm going to go back to the kitchen now," he said quickly.

Her words stopped him as he was turning away. "Or you could stay and watch."

Barely able to believe what he was hearing, Tony turned around slowly. Was she inviting him to watch her change?

Ms. Miller turned back toward her dresser and reached into a lower drawer. She bent down completely rather than bending at the waist to stick her ass in air. Tony liked that about her.

She pulled out a pair of white jeans. Turning back towards him, she began to wriggle into them. They were extremely tight, and her hips gyrated as she put them on.

Tony thought, this is like watching a striptease, only in reverse.

As her pants her halfway up her hips, Ms. Miller stopped easing on her pants looked at Tony thoughtfully. Tony didn't know why she had stopped. He was confused in a mix of feelings: guilt from being caught peeping mixed in with confusion from why she had allowed him to continue staying there.

Overriding everything was desire for his teacher's luscious body. She was still clad in her bra, and a large amount of cleavage was plainly visible. Her flat, well-toned stomach was totally uncovered. He marveled at how fit she was, and wished that she would ask him to inspect her body again.

Ms. Miller slid her pants back off her legs.

"Should we go back to our study session?" Ms. Miller said softly.

Tony could only nod dumbly as Ms. Miller walked past him, still clad only in her bra and panties.

He followed her mutely as she went back to the kitchen. She took their books and papers and sat down on the carpet, her bare legs folded beneath her. He sat down next to her. Ms. Miller began explaining a definition from the next chapter as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

Tony couldn't concentrate at all. Even before, sitting next to his attractive teacher was distracting. Now she was teaching him, but was only wearing lingerie!

They were seated on a carpet on the floor, about three feet apart. Compared to the kitchen table, he was farther away from her because they weren't leaning together as much. However, this style had the major benefit of allowing Tony to see her lower body and legs, unblocked by the table.




My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 02



Tony couldn't stop staring and didn't hear anything that Ms. Miller was saying. Her taut stomach would expand and contract as she drew air to speak. Her long smooth legs would ripple nicely when his teacher adjusted her position

And her breasts -- Oh Lord! Her cleavage would wink at him from the middle of her chest. She would wave her hands to emphasize a point, squeezing her breasts together, making that glorious cleavage seem even deeper.

Ms. Miller said something like "Calculus is the math of curves. A tangent line touches a curve at only one point. At that point is where you measure the slope."

What Tony heard was "Blah blah blah CURVES blah blah TOUCH blah blah blah."

During his next set of practice problems, Tony failed abysmally. He hadn't heard a thing his teacher had said, and reading the book was like gibberish to him.

Ms. Miller marked each problem through with a red "X". She said sternly, "Tony. You seem to have more problems with this chapter. Maybe you're not concentrating?" She had no hint of a smile as she looked at him with those deep blue eyes.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Tony said. "I just need some water."

"In the kitchen," Ms. Miller replied, and picked up another paper to grade.

Tony got up and staggered to the kitchen. He didn't think that he could continue like this. He was terrified that she would think he was not being productive, and whatever happened, he didn't want this encounter to end.

Of course he wasn't being productive, because he was sitting next to a fucking goddess dressed only in her underwear.

He got a glass from the counter, filled it with ice and water, and took a long drink. His mind was reeling.

Why had she invited him over? Was he mis-reading the signals?

No, probably not, he concluded. He didn't think that Ms. Miller would invite any other student to her apartment like this.

When he had gone over the first time, Ms. Miller had asked him if she were fat. And she had started dressing differently when he had given his answer. That meant that she cared what he said and that his words had influence on her.

So was their relationship platonic? How could it be, he thought wryly. He'd touched her body all over - her abs, her legs, and her ass.

That meant that there was a sexual aspect to their relationship. She probably felt it too, he thought slowly.

He thought it out carefully. Why was she torturing him by just wearing her lingerie? Why would she then insist that he work under these conditions?

Tony slowly thought that Ms. Miller was most likely messing with him now. She had caught him red-handed spying on her, and was trying to teach him a lesson.

Well, two can play at that game, Tony thought to himself.

He had once read a book which said that, in the war between the sexes, the victory would be won by the person who could hold out longer. If the woman could resist the urge for 30 minutes, the man would have to resist for 31 minutes. Then she would be his.

Tony quickly stripped off his shirt and pants. He wore only his boxers. He dutifully lifted weights and went jogging regularly, so he was in good shape.

He refilled his glass of ice water and went back to the living room.

Ms. Miller raised an eyebrow when she saw him clad only in his skivvies, but didn't comment. He sat down and began to work.

While he was doing his calculus practice problems, he tried very hard to ignore her subtle movements. Now that he had thought about it, Tony had realized that liked it when he stared at her.

After he'd finished another set of problems, his teacher looked them over. The answers were perfect, he knew. He saw his teacher's eyebrows rise in surprise, and he knew that she was impressed.

As they began the next chapter, Ms. Miller's explanations of the material seemed to be more animated. She seemed to be waving her arms more, which caused her breasts to jiggle. She would adjust her sitting position, causing her long bare legs to flash in front of him.

Still, Tony clung doggedly to his work. He asked Ms. Miller questions, but only about the material.

Tony could see his efforts take effect.

Ms. Miller shifted herself closer to him, so close that their bare thighs would brush against each other. As they bent over the book together, their heads were incredibly close. For the first time, Ms. Miller would stumble over a few of her words. Tony would even occasionally correct a term that she used.

After she'd finished stumbling through the explanation for that chapter, Tony put his right hand on her arm. They both looked at it, and a long moment passed.

Reaching deliberately with his left hand, Tony reached over and stroked Ms. Miller's long blond hair with his fingers. She closed her eyes and he reached up and stroked her cheek and chin.

He moved his hand downwards and brushed her hair away from where it had fallen over her left breast. He intentionally allowed his hand to stray as he did so, and brushed her breast through the smooth, white bra with the backs of his fingers.

At this, Ms. Miller let out a soft moan. Her eyes opened, and she drew her face close to his. Tony leaned in, and drew her in for a deep kiss. Her lips were intensely soft.

It was the first time he had kissed his teacher.

Tony let his hands roam across her nearly bare back. Since they were sitting next to each other, their bodies were angled. He could feel the side of one full breast was pressed up against his naked chest. It felt amazing.

Now she was plunging her tongue into his mouth, and they explored each other's mouths.

Tony ran his hands down her back and felt Ms. Miller's ass through her underwear. He stroked her long, smooth legs while they kissed, savoring their silky feel.

He leaned back, breaking their kiss, and put his hand flat against her stomach. He explored her narrow waist and curvy hips.

As they leaned in for another kiss, Tony's hands went to the back of her bra. He fumbled for a minute. Ms. Miller pulled away from him. Her face was dark and she whispered, "I don't want to go all the way yet."

Tony said quietly back, "That's fine. We'll do it your way." She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and he didn't want to push her.

Then Ms. Miller looked at him directly. Her arms rubbed against the sides of her breasts in a way that emphasized her cleavage. "Could I kiss your dick again?"

Tony stood up. Ms. Miller pulled his boxes down, using both of her elegant hands. She murmured with delight as his hard penis sprang free. It stood at full mast away from his body and pointing directly at her.

Ms. Miller sat up on her knees so that she was kneeling in front of him. She began to kiss it and lick it.

He looked down at his teacher. She was only clad in her white bra and panties. As Tony looked down, he could see his dick sliding into her beautiful mouth. He could tell Ms. Miller was pleased, and she was moaning slightly, causing a pleasurable vibration on his cock.

It was difficult for her to look up at him from this angle, and he couldn't see her eyes. He used his hands to gently stroke her long, blond hair.

Tony felt vaguely dissatisfied. Hadn't she promised that he would get to explore something new about her body? Although he was seeing her in her bra for the first time, it didn't feel like it was enough.

Ms. Miller used one hand to stroke the backs of his thighs and ass as she worked on his penis. Tony noticed that her other hand had dipped down between her own thighs. She was rubbing herself through her panties. She's masturbating while she gives me a blowjob, he realized.

They continued like this for a few minutes. Tony felt increasingly impatient. Here was this gorgeous creature, and the only hole of hers that he could fuck was her mouth!

He drew himself slowly away from her. His penis slid out of her mouth and made a pop when it disconnected. Ms. Miller's eyes were glazed with lust, and she made a soft sound of protest.

Reaching forward, he slowly but firmly pushed her slim shoulders back. She arched her back slightly to help him. Now her breasts, already large and outstanding, looked even more prominent. She was still kneeling while he was standing.

He reached over the top of her head, his penis brushing against her hair. He unfastened her bra. She leaned forward to help him. It slid off, leaving Ms. Miller's massive breasts completely bare.

He saw her full breasts for the first time. They were magnificent. Untethered by the bra, they no longer formed the cleavage that so enticed him. They were round and full and did not sag. Her aureoles were the size of quarters. They were covered with little bumps. Her nipples were fully erect, pink and stiff.

He stepped forward so that his dick was pointed directly at his teacher's face. She smiled and leaned forward to suck him again.

Rather than continue their blowjob, Tony let his wet cock slide down her neck, past her collarbone, until it rested between his teacher's mounds of flesh.

She reached up tentatively, putting one hand on the side of her breast, then the other. Her hands slowly pushed together until his cock was buried between her ripe breasts. He could see the tip of his dick poking out between them.

How he had longed to fuck her breasts! And now he was finally doing it!

Ms. Miller began to get more and more excited with Tony between her tits. She slid her nipples against his dick with her finger, sighing with enjoyment.

She bobbed slowly up and down, allowing his dick to slide up and down the chasm she was creating with her breasts and hands.

Ms. Miller would look up at him, and Tony saw the look of lust on her beautiful face. She would occasionally lick his stomach as her head passed by. 

Tony groaned as his cock slid between her soft titflesh, savoring the feeling of her breasts on his cock.

Ms. Miller began to press up against him, moving him faster and faster. This intensified the friction and feelings of contact.

The sight of titfucking his well-endowed teacher pushed Tony over the edge. His orgasm built up incredibly quickly.

He warned her that he was cumming, and she leaned down to take him in her mouth. Tony cried out as he orgasmed, his cum squirting into her mouth. Ms. Miller took it all in. She let his cock out of her mouth, then swallowed visibly. After they had gotten dressed again, when Tony was in her door ready to say goodbye, Ms. Miller gave Tony a deep kiss, full on the mouth.

"Nice work today. I'll see you on Monday," she said with a smile.



My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 03



Tony kept replaying the incidents from the past few weeks in his mind. He was deep in thought.

Tony had returned to school, and Ms. Miller remained his calculus teacher. Ms. Miller seemed to treat Tony like any other student. Tony worked hard during class and did his homework, knowing that dips in his grades might negatively affect their relationship.

She was now regularly wearing normal, professional clothes to class rather than the shapeless bags she had frequently worn before. Ms. Miller had replaced her thick, coke bottle glasses with more stylish ones with black plastic rims. She wore them only when reading.

After five days that felt like an eternity, Tony lingered after class on Friday and asked if Ms. Miller wanted to study together again over the weekend. Although he had tried not to think about his gorgeous teacher, his mind kept straying back to their previous couple of encounters.

To his delight, Ms. Miller agreed with a smile.

When he went over the next afternoon, Ms. Miller was wearing a sexy white tank top with a pair of tight jeans. The black straps of her bra were clearly visible. They were lacy.

After they had studied for an hour, Ms. Miller brushed against him, making his pulse race. Then she went back to her books. When they took a mini study break, Ms. Miller leaned her head against his shoulder. He could smell the flowery scent of her shampoo.

At one point, Ms. Miller went to get a diet soda. She drank it out of a tall glass with ice cubes. Tony tried not to stare, but couldn't help noticing the condensation on the glass as it dripped off her cup and fell on the shelf of her breasts, creating a dark spot.

When she put the cup down, Tony leaned over to try to kiss her. Ms. Miller smiled and pulled away. And that was that.

As he left, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and rubbed her hand across his hair and past his ear. Then she closed the door.

After another week of school, they agreed to meet in Ms. Miller's apartment again.

She greeted him wearing a black t-shirt with a sequiny logo painted across the front. She wore a pair of fitted khaki pants that cut off at the calf.

Looking back, it seemed to him like she was flirting with him. They sat closely together at the kitchen table in her cramped apartment. She would laugh at his jokes. She would brush against him when she stretched.

Through it all, she would steadfastly refuse his attempts to push the relationship forward. When he initiated light physical contact, like putting his arm around her waist, she accepted it.

When he tried something more serious, she refused. As he was giving her a shoulder massage, he brushed his lips against her neck. She laughed and leaned forward away from him. She was never offended, but they didn't get beyond a few light touches.

At the end of their second study date, Tony tried to ask Ms. Miller as calmly as he could, "Ms. Miller? Am I doing something wrong?"

"What makes you say that, Tony?" she replied calmly.

"Well, I thought we had something special going, but every time I try to take us a little bit further... you don't seem to like it."

There was a long pause. Ms. Miller's blue eyes looked at him closely, and held his gaze. Finally, Tony blinked, and then looked away.

"I'll give you a hint, Tony. You'll have to try harder than that to win me."

That brought Tony back to the present. What could Ms. Miller mean? How could he try harder? What would it be like to win her?

The first time he had met her was in the park. He had "discovered" that his mousy teacher was actually incredibly hot. He had gone over to her apartment, and, at her request, he had felt her body all over. She had given him a blowjob.

The second time was during a study date, much like the ones they had just done. But she had let him watch her change in her bedroom. And they had sat together while both of them were half naked. Finally, he had fucked her tits.

Try harder? How much harder could he try?

Tony couldn't wait any longer. He called up the only person he knew who could give him girl advice. This was his cousin Caitlin.

Caitlin lived about two hours' drive from his parents' house. This meant that their families got together for holidays, but did not regularly hang out.

Caitlin was herself an attractive redhead who seemed to be popular with boys. She had a sister who was older than either of them, who Tony didn't know well. Along with their other cousins, Tony could remember laughing and joking together late at night as their parents hung out in the other room.

Last summer, the conversation had strayed into topics of love, and Tony could remember sharing who he liked with his cousin. He felt extremely comfortable, and Caitlin had always seemed to understand, to empathize with him.

During family get-togethers, even when he got rejected by some girl or another, Caitlin never judged him and never condescended to him.

But this was different. The girl he liked this time, Ms. Miller, was his teacher. Tony didn't think that Caitlin would understand that, and didn't want to endanger his teacher's job.

So he decided carefully what to tell Caitlin, and then dialed her cell phone.

She picked up on the fourth ring.

"What's up, cuz!" Caitlin sounded a little out of breath.

"Are you alright? Can you talk now?" Tony said.

"Sure sure. I just had to step outside. What's up?"

"Well, I have a girl problem," Tony said. He explained carefully the story he had concocted, which was basically honest but omitted key details: he had met a girl, and they had begun hanging out. From their first date, they had been hot-and-heavy. They had been together twice and both times it had ended in something physical. Then, on their past few study dates, the girl had refused to even kiss him.

"So you're mad because she won't put out again?" Caitlin laughed.

"It sounds bad I know, but that's not exactly it," Tony replied. "She wants me to 'try harder,' but I don't even know what that means."

"Oh, that's easy," Caitlin said, "It means that she doesn't want to just get together and have sex. You have to wine her, dine her, you know? A little romance, a little fun. Then see where she is."

Tony was immediately struck by how right that sounded. Ms. Miller wasn't a girl that you could just give booty calls to.

But another objection came up for him. He couldn't exactly bring Ms. Miller to the mall, or even out to a casual dinner. Someone might see them and recognize her. And she would lose her job if anyone found out that he was her student.

He thought carefully about what to say next. "Well, this girl. A lot of people around school recognize her. She has a bit of a reputation." That was true, everyone in school did recognize her since she was a teacher.

"Oh, Tony. You don't want to be seen with her? You're just using her for sex?"

"Kind of." That sounded bad, but less bad than admitting that he wanted to fuck his teacher.

There was a pause while Caitlin thought about it.

"I have the solution. You should bring her to the winter formal at my school. It's two hours away and no one will recognize you guys. You can do something fun together and no one will see you guys together."

Tony thought for a minute. That was a great idea, and it was very romantic. To take his teacher to prom, but in an anonymous way would be the perfect way to show her that he cared.

The next evening, Tony knocked on Ms. Miller's door. She opened it, wearing a loose-fitting turquoise tank top and pajama pants with thin, rainbow-colored stripes.

He presented her with a long-stem red rose. "Ms. Miller, would you go to the prom with me?"

Ms. Miller blushed and looked down. Tony thought that she looked absolutely beautiful. "Tony, you know we can't be seen in public."

Tony explained his plan. His cousin had purchased them tickets at the location of the prom, about two hours away. He could pick his teacher up and drive them over. Between her house and the prom location was a nice restaurant that he could bring them to.

His teacher accepted the rose and gave him a big hug. Tony wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tightly.

"Very nice, Tony. Very nice."

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The days leading up to winter ball came up in a flash.

Tony pulled up to his teacher's house in his beat up sedan.

His teacher was wearing a long blue dress. It was bulky and almost shapeless, and trimmed with a white vertical wavy material. It had pale blue shoulder puffs. The bottom of the dress had a wavy flare at the edge which served to obscure her legs to the mid-calf. She also wore a loose fitting black jacket, which looked wrinkly and beat-up.

Her hair was pinned up in a loose bun, with a few strands doing their best to escape. Her makeup seemed to be deliberately garish. She had dark blue eye shadow covering her upper eyelids, heavy splotches of red rouge, and heavy red lipstick.

In short, Ms. Miller looked like a high school prom date, and not a very attractive one at that.

"I got this out of my closet." What do you think?

Tony lied, "You look really nice."

When Ms. Miller had first started teaching Tony's class, she had worn clothing that concealed her body entirely. Her dress seemed like it was drawn from the same closet.

Tony gave Ms. Miller the flowers he had brought. She had a duffel bag and a purse with her. She threw the duffel bag in the trunk and they started their drive.

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Dinner passed uneventfully, as did the 2-hour drive to the gym where the dance was held.

When they arrived at the dance, Ms. Miller seemed to behaving stiffly. During the dance, she would mostly stick to an awkward version of the dancing of other high school girls. This mostly consisted of shifting side to side.

A slow dance played, and Tony asked Ms. Miller to dance. She was already a couple of inches taller than him, and her high heels made her seem much taller. She put one hand on his shoulder and the other held his. He put one hand on her waist. They circled each other stiffly.

In short order, Tony was bored. He didn't know anybody at this school, so wasn't even able to talk with his friends. His beautiful date was acting like a tremendous stiff. Maybe she didn't know how to dance?

"Tony!" Tony turned and saw his cousin Caitlin. She looked amazing. Caitlin wore a deep green dress which contrasted with her shining red hair. It looked like a gown from some medieval French period, with crisscross straps cinching it tightly around her bust and waist. The dress was cut dramatically at the chest and showed off a deep valley of cleavage. Caitlin's breasts looked like creamy mounds as they threatened to burst out of her dress.

Caitlin squealed and then greeted Tony with a very warm hug. Tony held her awkwardly.

"Oh don't be such a stranger. Give you cousin a kiss!" And she grabbed him and kissed him full on the mouth. Tony could smell the alcohol on her mouth. Apparently Caitlin had been to a little pre-party before coming.

"This must be your date! Hello, I'm Caitlin!"

She grabbed Ms. Miller for a hug and began chatting.

Tony couldn't help but compare Ms. Miller and Caitlin while watching them talk side-by-side. They were both tall. Caitlin was about his height, and Ms. Miller a few inches taller than that. Caitlin seemed to be very animated, gesticulating by waving her hands and arms around. Ms. Miller seemed standoffish. Her arms were folded as she made minimal responses to whatever Caitlin was talking about.

Tony had never noticed before tonight, but Caitlin's breasts were even larger than Ms. Miller's. While Ms. Miller was more athletic, Caitlin was more voluptuous. 

Caitlin pulled Tony aside and whispered into his ear. "Tony, she seems really nice! Why wouldn't you want to be seen with her?"

Tony was extremely conscious of looking into Caitlin's cleavage. Trying to keep his eyes locked straight ahead, he shrugged, and then said, "Maybe I'll tell you later." There was no way in hell that he would tell her.

He went back to join Ms. Miller.

"Tony." Her tone was icy.

"Yes?"

"You didn't mention your cousin before."

"I didn't think I had to," Tony was a bit confused.

"This was her idea, right? For you to go to her winter prom? With a girl that you couldn't be with in public?"

"Yes," Tony suddenly felt himself on very thin ice.

"I have to go to the restroom," Ms. Miller said, and stalked away without waiting for him.

Tony waited awkwardly for her outside of the women's restroom. Other guys were waiting for their dates. He didn't know anyone around him. After 15 minutes had passed, Ms. Miller finally emerged.

She looked totally different. Ms. Miller had wiped her old makeup off entirely, made it much more subtle, and it now emphasized her finely sculpted features. She had loosened her blond hair from its tight bun.

She had made dramatic adjustments to her dress. She had taken off the ugly blue shoulder puffs, and left her shoulders and arms bare. She had removed the puffy hem as well. It looked shorter, exposing her knees and a generous tranche of her thighs above her knees. Ms. Miller had made some kind of subtle adjustment near the neck of her dress. Now, it subtly emphasized her chest rather than concealing it.

Tony didn't know what to think. Why had she changed her outfit? Now Ms. Miller looked, well, she looked sexy. Several other boys stopped to look.

"Wow, Ms. Miller, you look great!" Now Tony meant it.

"Let's dance, Tony."

When Tony and Ms. Miller walked back to the dance floor, her attitude had changed as well. Ms. Miller's danced freely, easily, almost sinuously. Her hands were above her head, now they were playing with the locks of her hair, now rubbing her hips. Tony could barely keep up.

He felt incredibly masculine as his beautiful date draped herself all over him. Their faces were close, and he could feel her hot breath against his mouth and his neck.She thrust her leg between legs and they began dancing together aggressively. He could feel her thigh rubbing against his crotch, and was starting to get aroused.

He could tell that others were watching. Some of the guys from the school, even while dancing with their dates, would stop and watch the hot blonde putting on a show. While one thumping beat played, she rubbed her ass into him. He knew that she could feel his erection through his pants, but continued to wantonly rub herself up and down against him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tony saw a flash of green and red that could only be Caitlin. It disappeared.

Ms. Miller turned back towards him, and smiled. Tony felt uncomfortably like a bird being cornered by a cat. "Let's get out of here," she said.

Tony could only agree.

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On the drive home, Ms. Miller said, "Why don't we turn off here?"

They exited in a well-lit area. Ms. Miller gave him a few directions, and Tony found himself driving up to a Holiday Inn.

Tony's breath quickened as Ms. Miller pulled up to check in. They got a room and went to it. Ms. Miller got the duffle bag out of his trunk, and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Tony? Why don't you relax from your tux?"

Tony hadn't brought a change of clothing. He gratefully kicked off his uncomfortable formal shoes. He undid his bow tie and took off his jacket. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his white dress shirt, and waited for Ms. Miller to come out.

He didn't know how long he would wait, so he tried to distract himself from what she was doing in the bathroom. He turned on the television and started watching sports highlights on ESPN.

"Tony?" Now Ms. Miller had emerged from the bathroom.

Tony gaped. Ms. Miller was now changed out of her prom dress. She was now wearing a white cheerleader's top that was about three sizes too small for her. It had the words "JHS" in large red letters across the middle. The "H" in the letters was split open by the zipper in the middle of her top. Tony could easily see why the zipper wasn't closed; it appeared to be unable to finish the heroic task of encasing Ms. Miller's overflowing breasts.

She was also wearing a short red pleated skirt. The skirt swished as Ms. Miller walked towards him, swaying her hips slowly and deliberately. Her legs seemed to stretch out on and on under her skirt. Ms. Miller was wearing knee high white socks and no shoes.

To complete her look, Ms. Miller had tied her blond hair into two tight ponytails on the sides of her head. She had again changed her makeup, so that now she had a shiny pink lip gloss.

She looked like a ditzy cheerleader. No, scratch that, a very sexy, very slutty cheerleader, Tony thought.

Tony's mouth went dry. He was never popular enough at Robinson High School to date the cheerleaders. The most he did was admire them as they performed at football games. He would stare at them, hoping to catch glimpses of their underwear as they did they high kicks.

And now Ms. Miller was dressed in a cheerleading uniform. It wasn't a uniform from Robinson, he reflected, but it looked real enough.

"Like, thanks for taking me to prom, for sure," Ms. Miller said, in a cloying, high-pitched voice. She was playing the part of a bubble-headed cheerleader, Tony realized.

Tony tried to play along. "Err, you're welcome, baby." He tried his best to sound like a dumb jock, with extra base and words that didn't quite get every syllable correctly.

"And you are just the hero of our school! Scoring all those touchdowns!" She sat next to him on the bed and put her arm in his. She folded her legs under her. Her short skirt slid up, exposing even more of her delicious thighs.

"Well, baby, it's easy to be a star... when I have the right mobivation." He deliberatively mis-pronounced the word "motivation."

"Mmmm... What motivated you during the game, sugar plum?" She purred at him and leaned her head on his shoulder. Tony could see down her deep cleavage from this perspective. The round upper halves of her breasts were clearly visible.

"Just thinking of you, baby." Tony didn't know how far to take this.

"And what I promised you if you scored a touchdown for me?" She looked up at him with her big blue eyes. Their faces were close.

"Yeah, baby. That's right. You inspired me. When that linebacker was coming at me, ready to sack me, you know what I did? I looked over to my favorite cheerleader... cheerleader Miller, and you motivated me. He hit me, but I was like a wall. Like a fucking stone wall. That's how you make me, babe."

Ms. Miller giggled. "You are like a wall. A fucking stone wall. How did I motivate you?"

"Well, you know, you gave me a sis-boom-bah. And a rah-rah-rah. Yeah. That's what I needed."

Ms. Miller laughed, then said, "Babe, you're not a wall."

"I'm not?"

"No, you're more like a pillar. A big fucking pillar. A pillar that I just love to take in my mouth."

Tony was suddenly at full mast. Hearing dirty words come out of his teacher's mouth excited him intensely.

She continued, "That game you just played was magnificent. Those touchdowns, ooh! They made me so wet. Wet for you."

Her hands began to fumble with the buttons on his shirt. Tony watched silently as she got it open. Tony left the bed and took off his pants. He removed his shirt entirely and lay on the bed, clad only in his boxers.

Ms. Miller climbed on top of him and straddled him, sitting on his stomach lightly. Her pleated skirt draped over his chest.

She ran one lacquered fingernail over his bare chest. She leaned over and kissed him deeply on the mouth. Her lip gloss tasted of strawberries.

Tony wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her in tightly. She eased down until she was lying on top of him as they were kissing. Her breasts pressed up against his chest. After a few moments, her tongue entered his mouth. She lay on top of him like that, with one of her legs between his.




My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 03



She pulled away from him and began kissing his bare chest. He felt her hot breath and her tongue on his nipples and stomach. She moved lower and pulled his boxers down. His penis was fully erect. It bobbed gently in place.

Ms. Miller pushed herself up again and sat up on him. Ms. Miller closed her eyes and began rubbing her crotch up and down the underside of his shaft. She used her thighs on either side of him to gently rock herself back and forth, back and forth. 

Tony gasped. He could feel his cock between her cunt lips through the thin silky material. It felt incredibly stimulating to know that her pussy was so close to his cock, and that his teacher was so obviously getting off on his dick. 

Her skirt acted like a pleated curtain, blocking his view of his dick. Tony gently lifted it and saw that her panties were yellow silk. Her pussy lips were clearly visible through the thin material, and Tony could see his cock head sandwiched between them, sliding up and down. Tony felt her bare thighs. He rubbed them gently, enjoying the feeling of his teacher's skin on his hands. 

He hesitantly reached up to touch Ms. Miller's breasts through her cheerleader's uniform. Her eyes were closed and she was making little panting noises of pleasure. "Mmm... Tony, yes. Yes, baby."

He began to work the plastic zipper down the front of her chest. It resisted him, then finally surrendered when they passed the peaks of her breasts. She was not wearing a bra. He began to stroke her full breasts under her shirt. It spread open, allowing him to see her glorious chest. He moved tentatively at first, then cupped them fully with both hands as he sensed her pleasure intensifying.

After a few moments, Ms. Miller cried out, and then slumped forward on him, her blond hair covering his face momentarily.

She's orgasmed, Tony thought. He held her gently. He savored the warmth of his teacher's body on his and her fragrance, now slightly tinged with her sweat. He could feel her full left breast on his chest, now poking out through her cheerleader's uniform.

After a few moments of lying there, Ms. Miller got off of Tony and hopped off the bed. She turned away from him and peeled off her long socks. Then Ms. Miller shimmied out of her panties. Tony received a brief glimpse of Ms. Miller's sexy ass slipping out of her panties from underneath her skirt. Then her panties were around her ankles.

Ms. Miller shrugged off her unzipped white cheerleaders' top. Now she was only wearing that red pleated skirt. Her round full breasts were bare to his gaze. Their aureoles were large and dark, and her nipples appeared hard. Tony couldn't see her pussy because her skirt was still covering it.

She pulled her ponytails out, allowing her silky blond hair to drape over her shoulders.

Ms. Miller walked over to him again. She again straddled him, but this time sat on his thighs rather than his stomach. His stiff dick made a tent through the material of her skirt.

"Do you want this, Tony? Do you want me?"

"Yes, Ms. Miller. I want you more than anything."

Ms. Miller leaned over him, obscuring his vision. Then she raised her skirt up carefully and lowered herself on him. She was already stimulated, and her pubic hair felt wet to his dick.

Tony gasped. He lay on the bed and let Ms. Miller guide the process of his first fuck. First, just the tip of his cock was inside her, then the head. Slowly, inch by inch, Ms. Miller worked his shaft into her pussy.

Finally, when he was mostly inside her, she paused. "How does that feel, baby?"

Her pussy was tight, tighter than he had imagined sex would be. It felt hot and wet on his dick.

"It feels awesome, Ms. Miller. This is my first time, and I'm so glad it was with you."

Ms. Miller's eyes softened and she looked at him, their noses only inches apart. She drew him in for another deep kiss. He took this cue to move his pelvis up and down, drawing his penis out and then pushing it in again. His hands roamed her back and felt the deep curve of her narrow waist and flared hips.

She moaned out in pleasure, her hands ruffling his hair. "Yes, Tony. Oh Lord, yes!"

Then they began to fuck in earnest. She lapped his face with her tongue, moaning softly, "Deeper, Tony, deeper! Fuck me harder!"

He tried his best to respond, pushing back against her with his pelvis. Ms. Miller smashed her full breasts against his chest, and Tony could feel her nipples rubbing against him. Occasionally her cunt would pulse and tighten, and Tony would cry out with pleasure.

He reached behind her and cupped her ass. He relished for a moment the fullness of Ms. Miller's perfect butt cheeks. Then he used the extra leverage to pull her deeply onto himself again and again.

Ms. Miller, cried out, "Oh yes, baby. I like it hard. Give it to me hard!" With both hands on her ass, Tony pulled her crotch to him with as much force as he could. Their thighs slapped together with each push.

He could feel his own orgasm rising up in him as they thrust against each other. Quickly, too quickly, it seemed, he could feel himself on the edge.

"I'm cumming, Ms. Miller! I'm cumming!"

"Oh wait for me, Tony. Please wait for me!"

But Tony couldn't wait. He orgasmed deep into his teacher, shooting the full semen load of an adolescent male into her pussy. When he was almost done, she began to orgasm. Her pussy tightened until it gripped him like a vise. She cried out and her entire body tensed up.

Then they were both spent, and lay next to each other on the bed.



My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 04



It was finals week.

During this week, the last week of the first semester, Tony had a paper, project, or big exam in each one of his senior-level classes.

He was busy, and so was Ms. Miller. After their night at the Holiday Inn, Tony had driven Ms. Miller back to her apartment.

After that, they both launched themselves into their school duties. Tony was a very good student, but not the top of his class. He really wanted to go to Berkeley, and the school counselor thought he had a good shot of landing UCLA.

He knew that the grades he sent in from this semester would be the first thing that college admissions committees would see when they opened his application. So he studied hard, and tried not to think about his relationship with Ms. Miller.

It was a relationship... wasn't it? They hung out regularly, they had hooked up three times, and she had been his first.

But could a teacher, even a young one, really see her high school student as a boyfriend? As a lover? As a man?

Tony banished all these thoughts from his head. He was way behind in chemistry, and had his final exam on Monday. Then he had a project in CS due Wednesday, and two more exams on Friday, including his exam in Calculus.

He deliberately avoided calling or meeting up with Ms. Miller that weekend so that he would stay focused.

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It was Wednesday, and Tony was at the library. He felt exhausted and discouraged. His CS project had taken him much longer to finish than he had thought. He had pulled an all-nighter on Tuesday to debug the last frustrating section, and finally had handed in a project he was comfortable with.

He and Ms. Miller texted each other. She seemed to be busy too. Apparently there was a load of administrative work they piled on new teachers that Ms. Miller had put off until now.

+THIS SUCKS. I STILL HAVE TO WRITE YOUR CALC EXAM+ she wrote him.

+LET ME WRITE IT, LOL+ he texted her.

+NAH THAT WOULD BE IRRESPONSIBLE+ she wrote back.

+NO THAT WOULD BE COOL. OR JUST GIVE EVERYBODY A'S+ he wrote.

+HARDY HAR HAR.+

+PHEW+ he replied.

+WHAT PHEW?+

+JUST TURNED IN MY CS PROJECT. NOW HAVE TO STUDY FOR GOV TEST FRIDAY+ he wrote.

+K. GOOD LUCK.+ she texted.

So he settled into the library. But after the first hour, he realized that he had been reading the same paragraph over and over again. He was just tired.

Tony packed up his stuff and went home to take a nap. But he was too wound up, and anxious about his upcoming exams.

So I can't study, and I can't sleep, he thought to himself. Maybe I should take a break.

He texted Ms. Miller, +HEY. I CAN'T SLEEP. ANY ADVICE?+

She wrote back, +TAKE A STUDY BREAK. YOU DESERVE ONE.+

+OK.+ Tony wrote back. Then sent her an additional message. +U BUSY?+

There was a long pause. Then he got the message. +THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK.+

He wrote her: +YOUR PLACE?+

+HOW ABOUT THE GALLERIA? I HAVE TO RETURN SMTHNG, LOL.+

The Galleria? That was a rundown mall at the edge of town. The best store in it used to be a JC Penney's before it had moved out too. Now all the stores were old and most of them were empty. None of his friends hung out there.

+SURE OK+

To him, it didn't sound like much of a setting for a sexual encounter.

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When they arrived, he saw that he was right. After they had met up, Ms. Miller had taken him to a discount clothing store. The store was dingy and dark. Piles of clothes seemed to be scattered everywhere. Racks that were tightly packed together contained thousands of items of seemingly unsorted clothes.

They were there on a Wednesday afternoon, and no one was in the store except a bored clerk. The clerk processed Ms. Miller's return items, and handed her a card containing a store credit.

"They only gave me store credit," Ms. Miller said. "Do you mind if we shop a bit?"

"Here?" Tony replied. "Do you like this store?"

"Tony, you'd be surprised what you can find at a store like this," Ms. Miller replied over her shoulder while walking through the tightly packed racks.

Wonder what that means, Tony thought.

Tony walked through the tight aisles to see just what they had. Ms. Miller was ahead of him. She would stop every now and them to slip something into a bag she was carrying.

Tony thought that his first assessment of the story was on target. It was filled with random pieces of clothing. Here was a large hat. There a sweatshirt with a college logo. Now, two pairs of velvet pants. There was nothing in here of interest to him at all.

Well, one thing, he corrected himself. Ms. Miller's blond head was clearly visible as she picked her way through the store.

Tony decided to sit and wait. Since there were no chairs, he just sat on the floor with his back to a wall.

An interminable period passed. Tony checked his e-mail with his phone for the 100th time and saw that he again had no messages.

"Tony?" Ms. Miller called out, "Where are you?"

"Over here," he replied. "Are you done yet?"

"No. I still have to try things on," Ms. Miller's voice floated over.

"Okay! I'll just wait here!" Tony again sank back down to wait.

"Could you help me with something? I'm in back!"

As Tony got up to where his teacher's voice was coming from, he was reminded of going shopping with his mother when he was a boy. That wasn't fun either, he thought glumly. Lots of waiting and I never got anything I wanted.

He stopped as he reached the back of the empty store. There wasn't anyone back here, but he had clearly heard her voice.

"In here!" Ms. Miller was in one of the dressing rooms. She had left it open a crack.

"Should I come in?" Tony said tentatively.

"Yes! Otherwise how are you going to give me advice, silly!" Ms. Miller said.

He went into the dressing room. Unlike the rest of the store, it was reasonably spacious, well-lit, and clean. There was a mirror covering one entire wall, and Ms. Miller's bag of clothes was next to that. Perpendicular to that mirror was a bench where Ms. Miller gestured that he should sit.

He sank down into the seat.

Ms. Miller was standing about three feet in front of him. She was wearing blue jeans with a single purple flower stenciled on the thigh. She was also wearing a pink, silky blue shirt that had been buttoned in only the middle.

"You look good." Tony replied honestly. "I'm not sure it's your style, though."

"Yeah, I agree." Ms. Miller said. "Okay, close your eyes."

Tony obediently closed his eyes and covered them with his hand. He heard the intriguing sound of fabrics being rustled.

"Okay, open!"

Now Ms. Miller was wearing a skimpy yellow tank top. The tank top clung tightly to her body, creating a tight fit with the lower half of her breasts and her waist. She was also wearing a denim jean skirt that had five pleats across the middle.

"Looks good," Tony said, "Kind of like a cheerleader."

Ms. Miller used the ditzy voice she had used at the Holiday Inn. "Well, thanks baby. I hope you're having fun."

Now Tony had a pretty good idea of what was going on and why she had invited him to this store. It looked crummy on the outside, but its best feature, the dressing room, was hidden. If anything, the emptiness of the store made the dressing room even better, because it was quiet, and any sound that they made wouldn't be overheard.

Where is this going? Tony wondered.

The next time he closed and opened his eyes, he gasped.

Ms. Miller was wearing just a matching purple set of underwear. The bra was made of a lacey material, which was scalloped at the top. He couldn't make out her nipples from this distance. It was too small for her breasts, causing them to overflow the top. Her panties were just a thin triangle covering her pussy, connected by a thin string around her waist.

She was also wearing a necklace which had beads of different sizes. It appeared to be tangled with Ms. Miller's hair, and she was working on it while he watched.

"Let me get that for you," Tony said, and stepped over to her. He stood closely next to her and they worked on picking individual hairs out of the beaded necklace. He was standing right next to her as he did so. So close to her nearly naked body, he felt incredibly tense.

Finally, they worked the necklace free. With a jiggle, his teacher threw her arms around his neck and kissed him briefly on the lips. Tony wrapped his arms around her. She pushed him away after a few moments.

Ms. Miller reached into another bag and pulled out a large straw hat. It had a floppy brim, and Ms. Miller peered out from under it and pretended to be at the Kentucky Derby. Tony couldn't help but laugh.

The next time he opened his eyes, Ms. Miller was wearing only a pair of panties and a smile. She was holding a large, white feather in her right hand. The feather was so enormous that it entirely covered her chest. As she waved it around, Tony was fixed on trying to see her chest. It would peek out from behind the feather in intriguing ways.

Now Ms. Miller raised her left arm above her head and did a brief shimmy. Her thigh flesh bounced. She turned away from him and put down the large feather. He could see the sides of her breasts from behind her slender torso. Her ass was tightly sheathed in a pair of horizontally striped blue-and-yellow panties.

When Ms. Miller turned around again, she had wrapped a large feather boa around herself.

Tony's erection grew uncomfortable, and he shifted in his seat.

"Tony?" Ms. Miller said, speaking perfectly calmly despite the fact that she was mostly naked. "Come here. I want you to see if these panties fit."

"Can I inspect them?" Tony asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Tony. Please inspect them carefully."

He went over to her and knelt down. With his face only inches away from her panty covered crotch, he closely examined her panties. The underwear was white with a turquoise trim. It had thin black, blue, and green stripes running horizontally across it. 

"They seem a bit tight," Tony said. It was true. The underwear fit so snugly that Ms. Miller's generous thighs peeked over the edges of her panties.

Still squatting, Tony reached up his hands to her panties. He slipped a finger along the waistband of the panties, rubbing his teacher's pelvis. His finger started near her hips, and he slowly moved it towards the center of her midsection, just under her belly button. He pulled his finger out and slipped it into the lower right edge of the underwear. He felt along its rim, getting closer and closer to his teacher's pussy. He could hear her breath rising as he did.

As he reached the intersection of her thighs, he noticed that she did not complain. Indeed, she parted her legs, her feet shoulder's width apart to give him better access.

He moved behind her, and rubbed the back of his fingers along the panties where it covered her perfect, full ass. He slid his finger underneath the elastic of the panty where it intersected with her butt. He lingered there for a while, running his fingers back and forth.

"You really like my ass, don't you, Tony." Ms. Miller gave a statement more than a question.

"Oh yes, Ms. Miller. Your ass is amazing."

Still behind her, he reached around her and ran his finger very deliberately along her cloth-covered pussy lips, starting from the middle of her waistband. He could feel her pubic hair under his finger. It was intensely exciting to be so close to her sex.

Ms. Miller moaned softly and put her fingers from one hand into his hair. Her other hand, still holding the feather boa, let it drift, exposing one breast.

He moved in front of her again, still squatting. He put his nose into her cloth-covered sex and sniffed deeply. He brought both hands around her waist and gripped her firm butt again as he pulled her close. His nose was now mashed into her crotch.

Ms. Miller gasped and stroked his hair, his neck, his shoulders. Her mouth was open slightly and he could hear her loud breaths.

Suddenly, she pushed him away.

"I told you this place had good clothes," Ms. Miller said, and Tony nodded dumbly.

She asked him to close his eyes again. After only a few seconds, she allowed him to open them again.

She stood there in a very brief purple nightie. It was nearly transparent, and he could see that she was wearing no underwear.

The nightie had two large straps covering the breasts rather than a bra. Ms. Miller's large breasts formed a deep chasm of cleavage, as well as spilling out on either side. There was some form of floral print cloth woven into the purple lacy fabric. The hem of the dress was incredibly short, and almost allowed him to see her pussy directly.

"Sit back," Ms. Miller said, and Tony sat back in his chair.

"Put your hands behind your back," she said, and Tony complied. Ms. Miller took out a black scarf and tied his hands together. She tied them expertly, and Tony couldn't move. Now he was bound to the chair.

Ms. Miller undid his belt and tugged down his pants. He leaned back in his chair. When his dick was free, Ms. Miller leaned over and gave him a deep, open mouthed kiss.

She put one of her knees on one side of his chair, and then swung the other knee on the other side.

Now she was straddling him while he was seated, holding herself up with her knees.

She reached down and gripped his cock firmly with her right hand. She guided herself so that the cock went between her legs. When it had reached her entrance, she stopped. The hem of her nightie prevented him from seeing where it was going, but he could feel his cock on her hot, naked pussy.

What's she doing, he thought?

Ms. Miller was looking intently at him with a gaze he could only describe as lustful. Then, with one hand still loosely holding his penis in place, she began to rub her own crotch over and over on his penis.

"Oh Tony. Your cock is so big. I love your cock," Ms. Miller murmured as she moved herself forward and backward in long smooth strokes.

Tony could only clench his hands behind his back as Ms. Miller controlled the entire process. Ms. Miller was already two inches taller than him, but from this position, she seemed enormous. His eyes were directly level with her fabulous breasts, which were covered by only the thin purple material of the nightie. It was partially transparent, and her nipples poked through the fabric.

It felt incredible. He could feel her hand controlling his cock, pushing it down until it was parallel with his thighs. He could feel her crotch, her ass, grinding against his sensitive dick.

As she rubbed herself forward and back, her breasts quivered and bounced. He gasped out, "Can I suck your tits?" and she nodded back, still intensely concentrating on her task.

He leaned in and buried his nose and his mouth into her cleavage. She paused for a minute while he leaned forward to fill his mouth with her delightful titflesh. "Mmmm... Yes, Tony. Suck my tits. I want to fill your mouth with my tits."

His tongue licked her breasts, first the inside of the right, then the inside of the left. He sucked on her nipple through the filmy strap of her nightie.

She let go of his penis with her hand, and gripped both his shoulders. Now his dick was free, and Tony could feel it move around slightly under his teacher's cunt. With this hands tied behind his back, Ms. Miller was still in control from her position and his dick remained under her.

She resumed her bucking. Her body was moving in shorter and shorter strokes, and Tony felt the tip of his penis slip between her pussy lips under her lingerie before she would pull it out again.

He felt his teacher's pussy grinding over the top side of his shaft. He could see and taste her large breasts bouncing in front of him. He looked up and saw her face, lost in a mask of ecstasy.

Suddenly, without warning, she collapsed onto him, burying his face in her breasts. Tony thought that his teacher was extremely heavy, but found himself enjoying the way her body was laying on him.

She climbed off him slowly, one leg at time. She had a thin shine of sweat covering her body.

She kissed him deeply and then bent down to untie his wrists. "I've always wanted to do that, Tony. Thank you."

Tony flexed his hands and wrists to restore circulation. "You know I want to be with you, Ms. Miller."

Tony paused a moment. He was seated, still entirely naked and they could both see his erect penis poking up.

He hesitated before saying, "Is there any reason you didn't let me enter you? I would have enjoyed that too."

"I have something... different in mind," Ms. Miller said.

She turned around, and faced away from him. She lifted up her mane of blond hair. Tony could smell her shampoo as she did.

He slipped one strap of the purple nightie off her shoulder, then the other. She lowered her arms, and Tony slowly pulled the thin lingerie down her body. It wasn't easy; the nightie clung to the damp curves of her body, and Tony had to squat to pull it past her rear.

When the nightie was pooled at her feet, Ms. Miller was entirely naked, facing away from him. Without turning around, she put the palms of both hands on the mirror. She then looked over her shoulder and gave Tony a smoldering look underneath her long eyelashes.

"Fuck me from behind."

Tony couldn't believe what he was hearing. He quickly got up out of the chair and stood behind her.

He stopped to study Ms. Miller's delicious ass.

It was the sexiest ass he had ever seen. It was shaped like a heart. It was full and stood out like a round shelf, with not a hint of sag. It had slight indentations along the sides which highlighted Ms. Miller's strong butt muscles.

Tony wanted to savor this moment. He knelt down and licked his teacher's left butt cheek, tasting her skin. He heard her draw a sharp intake of breath. He kneaded her ass with both hands, savoring the feeling and shape of it. Ms. Miller arched her back and moaned out, "That feels so good, Tony. Keep doing that."

Tony stood up again and positioned his erection so that it pointed directly at her rear. He moved forward and pushed the tip directly in the middle of her ass, so that it touched her sphincter.

"Not yet, Tony. I don't want it there yet."

Tony would remember that for later.

Maintaining contact with her ass, Tony slowly dragged the tip of his cock, sliding it down her crack. He pushed the entire length of his cock across her bottom until he felt the entrance to her opening. He could feel her wet pubic hair along the shaft of his cock.

Ms. Miller's bent slightly, improving the angle of his dick until it was lined up with her vagina. She lifted herself on the balls of her feet until his cock head was just at her entrance. Her height was an advantage for this. When Tony felt that his tip was inserted, he placed one hand on each of her hips at the waist.

Pulling her back, he pushed himself all the way into her cunt. It was hot and wet. With the different angle of his penis, her cunt felt even tighter than the first time they had fucked.

Tony grunted, "Oh, Ms. Miller. This feels so good."

"Come look at this, baby," she said.

Tony straightened all the way up, and wrapped his left arm around her waist at the waist just under her chest. Ms. Miller tipped her head to the right, and he looked over her left shoulder into the mirror.

They both paused to look at their naked bodies in the mirror, him behind her. Tony could see his own face, of course, and Ms. Miller's right next to his. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. Her hair looked slightly matted from her sweat. Her palms were still pressed against the mirror, and her arms were straight.

Her full breasts hung there, like ripe cantaloupes, defying gravity. He could see her abs and thin waist where his arm encircled her. Her body was angled so that her crotch was farther away from the mirror. He could make out part of his penis where it penetrated her vagina. Only a little bit of his cock and some of his balls were visible, positioned just under her bottom.




My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 04



Her legs were spread.

"We look so hot," she said lustily.

Tony could see a single drop of sweat work its way down from her neck. It trickled past her elegant collarbone, then veered to the center of her chest as it encountered Ms. Miller's curvaceous right breast. It accelerated and began to run down her abdomen.

Fascinated, Tony used his free hand and touched the drop of sweat, destroying it. He traced its path back up her abdomen, then along her breastbone and her breast. Transfixed, Ms. Miller followed his finger as it made its way up her body. 

When his finger had reached the top of her breast, Tony began to stroke the nipple of his teacher's left breast with the tips of his fingers. She moaned, "Uhhhhh...."

She turned her head to kiss him and lick his face. It was awkward because neither of them wanted to break the connection of where his dick was inserted in her vagina.

Now he filled his hand with her breast. He massaged gently at first, then roughly as her body responded to his ministrations.

Ms. Miller pushed back at him with her ass. "Fuck me, Tony. Please fuck me!"

Tony pulled back from over her shoulder and put both his hands on her hips. Her waist was thin so that he felt like he could touch his thumbs while holding onto her hips. As he looked down, he could see as he looked down was her strong back and her shapely ass, with his own crotch pushed up against it.

He pulled his shaft slowly out of her pussy. When only his tip was in her, he pulled back on her hips and slammed back in, driving himself even deeper.

"Aaahhh..." Ms. Miller moaned.

Tony could see her wonderful ass shake as his thighs and stomach pressed into it. He marveled at its perfect shape and size. He could see his penis drive in and out of her body under it. It made him feel incredibly masculine and powerful.

He continued the action, again pulling all the way out and bottoming himself out completely in her cunt. His balls slapped against her thighs. Each time he would repeat the action, Ms. Miller would push back at him. Her loud moans filled the dressing room.

"Harder, Tony. Fuck me harder!" Ms. Miller cried out.

Tony adjusted his grip so that his arms were holding the front of her hips bones. This allowed him even more leverage. He picked up the pace, ramming his cock into her wet, slippery cunt. Each time he pushed in, he could feel the friction of her tight pussy. Each time he pulled out, he could feel his shaft on her underside.

The feeling was too much to handle for Tony to hold his load for long.

He grabbed her breasts with both hands, and pulled her in tightly as he orgasmed. She cried out also, and her cunt began to jerk and twitch around his dick. A combination of their juices began to drip down the shaft of his cock as he finished ejaculated into her.

Tony's knees felt weak, and he slumped down, just lying on the ground of the changing room. Ms. Miller collapsed next to him, with one arm draped over him.

After they'd cleaned themselves up, Ms. Miller packed a few things that she would buy into a bag.

"Thanks for coming shopping with me," she said as they left the store. "I hope you got something that you wanted."



My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 05



With an exhausted groan, Tony went to the front of the room and handed in his last final exam. He had taken his calculus final earlier in the day, and now handed in his history exam. Mr. Sizemore, his government teacher, accepted his exam with a warm smile and then said, "Have a good holiday, Tony."

Walking out of the school, Tony felt suddenly elated. He had made it through his finals! Two whole weeks of vacation! No school for two weeks!

Best of all, he'd be able to spend a ton of time with Ms. Miller, with no responsibilities and no schoolwork hanging over his head. After their study break, he had only seen her at the calculus final, but they had not been able to talk.

He called up Ms. Miller on her cell, and left a message: "Hey Ms. Miller, it's me. Hope you're free and looking forward to break like I am. Maybe we can watch a movie some time?"

He didn't hear from her until that evening, when she texted him: 

Ms. Miller had gone home to South Carolina for the holiday. 

Damn it! Tony thought. She told me that that she was going to spend the holiday with her parents, but I totally forgot! He knew that she had a life outside of school of course, with a family and friends and a world that he knew basically nothing about.

But he had been mostly thinking about his finals, and it didn't connect with him that they would be apart during the two weeks until she was already gone.

I was totally looking forward to hanging out with Ms. Miller, Tony thought. What I am going to do this break?

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The next day, Tony's family got into their beat-up sedan drove the two hours to the house of his relatives. His family was going to a Christmas get-together with the family of his cousin Caitlin. They were planning to stay there four days, including Christmas.

Tony's family arrived there just in time for dinner. The two families sat around a large rectangular table with a white table cloth, porcelain china plates, and a full set of silverware.

There were six of them at the table: Tony's parents and Tony, along with Caitlin's parents and Caitlin. Caitlin's sister Samantha, who had already graduated college and now worked in an accounting firm, was out of town. She was spending Christmas with her boyfriend. This was the first Christmas that Samantha hadn't spent with her sister, and their relationship was a main topic of conversation.

The meal started with a beautiful salad, replete with ripe tomatoes, olives, and feta cheese. The main course was a piping hot lasagna made with Italian sausage, ham, and mozzarella. They mopped up the excellent food with a loaf of fresh-baked bread. Caitlin's parents were excellent cooks, and they took pride in hosting others.

Tony ate until he was totally stuffed, and than ate a little more for good measure.

Caitlin sat next to Tony, of course, as the youngest members of the gathering. The redhead gossiped that Samantha hoped to get an engagement ring during her holiday trip. Tony smiled and enjoyed the warm gathering of family.

He hadn't seen or really even talked to Caitlin since the Winter Ball at her high school. The Ball was one of the first times he had been out with Ms. Miller publicly. He had told Caitlin that he wanted to invite a girl to a dance that he couldn't be seen with publicly. It had been Caitlin's idea for him to invite Ms. Miller to the dance, reasoning that the two of them wouldn't be recognized in a school two hours away.

After the evening, he had tried to call Caitlin a few times to thank her, but she hadn't returned his messages or e-mails. 

As they sat together, largely ignored by the adults at the table, Tony noticed again how attractive his cousin was.

Caitlin had flaming red hair that came down just below her shoulder. These were set off by her large, sparkling green eyes, which were shaped like almonds. She had high cheekbones and an almost elfin chin that made her face look elegant. Despite her delicate features, Caitlin didn't seem to notice how beautiful she was. She was friendly and warm, and tended to touch people when she talked.

All of that would have made Caitlin a delightfully cute teenager. But she had just turned 18, and, in the past few years, she had also managed to develop an amazingly curvy body, with large breasts and a tight ass.

Tony was eighteen too, and took every chance to covertly watch her out of the corner of his eye. He knew that she was just his cousin, but there was no harm in just looking, right?

After their family dinner, he and Caitlin helped clean the table and wash the dishes while the grownups settled in for a boring board game. Standing next to her, with their arms covered in suds, Tony decided to ask Caitlin if she wanted to watch a movie. With her hands still soapy, she threw her arms around him and said yes.

"I just gotta go upstairs and change, okay?" Caitlin said.

"Hurry up, okay? I like to watch the previews," Tony said.

Tony dried the dishes, got his things together, and went to the door to wait. After a few minutes, he had to restrain his impatience. The movie starts in 15 minutes, and the theater is like 20 minutes away!

After what felt like an eternity, Caitlin came down the stairs. She was wearing a grey flannel button down shirt with a pair of blue jeans. She kissed her parents to let them know where they were going, and she and Tony drove to the theater.

They went out to an Adam Sandler movie. Both of them loved stupid humor and gross out jokes, and Tony liked going to movies with Caitlin because they had the same sense of humor and would both laugh loudly.

Caitlin hugged his arm as they walked from the car to the movie theater, and waited in line to purchase tickets. Tony offered to pay, and as he dug out his wallet, an elderly couple standing in line behind them said, "You two sure are a cute couple."

"Thanks!" Caitlin said, holding Tony's arm tightly.

As they walked away, Tony said with bemusement, "Cute couple?"

Caitlin stuck out her tongue at him and said, "I didn't want to disappoint them. We could be a couple."

They walked into the theater together, and bought a tub of popcorn and a soda to share.

"Hey, I gotta use the bathroom," Caitlin said. "Can you grab us some seats?"

Tony went into the theater. It was nearly full because of the holiday crowd, and Tony finally found two seats in the second to last row of the theater.

Most of the previews were already over, Tony noticed with annoyance as he settled into his seat. After a few minutes, Caitlin found him and sat in the seat next to him.

As Caitlin settled into the seat next to him, Tony stopped to stare at her. Has she had changed her clothes? He thought. No, he corrected himself. She hasn't changed. She just looks... wow!

Caitlin had put on some makeup in the bathroom. Now she was wearing a something on her eyes, and had applied a bright red shade of lipstick. Caitlin had also taken off her flannel shirt, and was carrying it on her arm. Underneath was a lacy halter top. The halter top was very skimpy; it was made out of a dark sheer material that outlined Caitlin's ample chest. The lacy spaghetti straps of her top left Caitlin's shoulders and arms bare. It was trimmed with lace along the upper edge, which highlighted Caitlin's breasts.

Tony tried not to stare, but he found himself sneaking looks at Caitlin's chest throughout the movie. Her creamy mounds were amazing: they were the size of grapefruit, and were delightfully rounded on top. 

During one romantic moment of the movie, Caitlin leaned her head on Tony's shoulder and snaked her hand into his. From this perspective, he could see down her ample cleavage. To Tony, her breasts looked like they were actually shining in the dim light.

When Caitlin laughed at comedic moments of the movie, Tony's eyes popped at the shaking and rippling of her breasts. As the movie wound down, Tony found himself wondering what it would be like to titfuck his well-endowed cousin. I bet those magnificent breasts would feel amazing wrapped around my cock, he thought.

Tony was suddenly aware that he had a very large erection. He snapped himself out of his fantasy and shifted in his seat uncomfortably. This was his cousin, and he tried very hard to keep thinking of her as a family member rather than a very sexy woman, dressed in skimpy clothes.

When they got back to Caitlin's house, she stopped him at the doorstep. She flung her hands around the back of his neck, pulled him in, and gave him a slow kiss right on the mouth. Her mouth was intensely hot, almost like a little fire burned in her throat. Tony was surprised, but returned the kiss.

"I had a wonderful time, Tony."

"Me too, Cat."

"Do you want to come inside?" she gave him a deep look with her deep green eyes. She was holding each of his hands in her own.

"Sounds like you're inviting me in for sex," he laughed. Of course he would come inside; their family was sleeping over with Caitlin's family. 

"Heh. Sounds like I am," Caitlin replied softly, squeezing his hands.

After a long pause, Tony shifted his feet uncomfortably and said, "Ha ha. You got me."

Caitlin put on her flannel shirt, concealing her skimpy tanktop from her parents. They both went inside and got ready for bed. Tony's parents were sleeping in Samantha's room, and Tony had to sleep on the couch.

After Tony had brushed his teeth, he laid down on the couch. The couch had a dark yellow checkered pattern. It was uncomfortable, but Tony had slept on it before. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.

Just as he closed his eyes, he heard someone sit down in the couch next to his. It was Caitlin. She had changed into a simple grey cotton nightgown. It was much more modest than the outfit she had worn out, although the hem of the dress did not cover much of her legs.

Caitlin curled up in the chair, and they stayed up late, talking about life and school and dating. It was just like old times. After Caitlin questioned him closely, Tony admitted to her that he was in a relationship. When Caitlin pressed him, he admitted that it was with the girl he had brought to her winter formal.

Caitlin wasn't dating anybody, she said. But she did like a special someone. Someone very close to her, who she was working up the courage to tell. Tony had no idea who Caitlin was talking about.

When he finally slept that night, Tony's last thought was to be glad to have such a warm and understanding cousin.   *************************************

That night, Tony had an unsettling night of sleep. He dreamed that he was fucking Ms. Miller, first from the front, then from behind. But as he fucked her, she turned her head, and Tony realized that her hair was red, not blond. And it was Caitlin who was screaming his name, not Ms. Miller.

He awoke with a start. It was morning. Tony had a full erection, and his pulse was pounding.

I can't do this! He thought. She's my cousin!

He reached for his phone, on the table next to him, and typed out a simple text to Ms. Miller: **U THERE?**

But there was no response. So Tony went to take a shower and get ready for the day.

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Tony decided to play some video games to pass the day. After his dream, he wanted to stay away from Caitlin.

But his mother kept nagging him to do something else for the day.

Eventually, the nattering grew tiresome, and Tony threw down his controller with disgust. What could he do today? He was in a foreign town and didn't even have his car with him.

He tried calling Ms. Miller again and didn't get a response. Without leaving a message, he hung up.

Tony realized he was hungry and grabbed some leftovers out of the kitchen. As he was halfway through his meal, Caitlin padded into the room. She was still wearing her grey night dress.

"Are you just now getting up?" Tony asked. It was almost one in the afternoon.

"Yeah. I had a rough night." Caitlin responded. Her voice was raspy, and she poured herself a glass of water.

"How come?" Tony asked.

Caitlin glanced over at him and quickly looked away. Did she just blush? Tony thought

"Weird dreams," Caitlin responded.

She looks like she's hiding something, Tony thought.

"How'd you sleep?" she said to him.

"Yeah, I had funny dreams too," Tony said. Now it was his turn to look away.

"So what are you doing today?" Caitlin asked.

"I dunno. The plan was to play Call of Duty, but mom doesn't want me to."

Caitlin thought for a moment. "Why don't we go for a hike? Pike's Place is perfect this time of year."

Tony had nothing better to do, so he agreed and they got ready to go.

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While gasping for breath and pretending to look at a poinsettia, Tony thought back with regret on his decision to go on the hike. Caitlin was a workout fiend who was in phenomenal shape. She quickly pushed the pace and he was left gasping trying to stay within sight distance of her. He thought of himself as decently fit, but he found himself trying to make excuses to rest for a spell. The second problem was that Tony was trying to stay true to Ms. Miller. He had made his mind up to stay away from any sexual situations, stay away from sexual situations. And Caitlin wasn't making it easy.

Caitlin was wearing a thin, light-blue sports bra and grey sweatpants. Both items were skin-tight, and as Tony followed her, he could see her ass ripple with every step she took.

It's just my cousin, he told himself doggedly. I already have a girlfriend. A really hot girlfriend. It's just my cousin.

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When they were finally home, Caitlin gave him an enthusiastic high-five, then jumped into the shower.

They shared a bathroom, so Tony had to wait for her to come out. Tony sat on the floor in Caitlin's bedroom, stretching.

While he was waiting, his phone buzzed, and he noticed that he had a text message.

Checking it, he saw that it was from his teacher Ms. Miller. 

That was it.

Tony slammed his phone on the table.

"Everything okay?" It was his cousin, standing behind him. She was wrapped in an enormous white towel.

"Yeah, just got some bad news is all," Tony said.

"Something you want to talk about?" Caitlin said, sliding next to him.

"No," Tony said with a dark look on his face. He tore his shirt off and went into the bathroom for his shower.

When he emerged, he emerged to find Caitlin sitting in the same spot with her back to him. She was still wearing just her towel. When he went up to her, she started, and, with a guilty look, tried to hide what she was doing.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked her.

She didn't answer, but replied, "Who's Ms. Miller?"

Tony suddenly felt sick inside. In Caitlin's hand was his cell phone. He realized that Caitlin had read his text messages. What did she know?

"Nobody," Tony lied.

"I don't think she's nobody, Tony. That's gotta be your girlfriend. You guys text each other all the time."

"Gimme my phone. You shouldn't be looking at that!" Tony grabbed it out of her hand.

"Tell me the truth, Tony. Why would your girlfriend joke about giving you a calculus test?"

Her words hung in the air. Tony felt like throwing up. How could he be so stupid? If anybody found out about them, Ms. Miller could lose his job. She could lose everything. And there was no way that they could be together if she had to leave his high school.

Desperately, Tony said, "OK, Caitlin, okay. You have to promise to keep this a secret, okay?"

Caitlin gave him a long look, and said, "I'm not promising anything until you tell me what's going on."

Tony looked at Caitlin, and saw that she had already put the pieces together.

"Ms. Miller is my calculus teacher," he said, trying his best to remain calm.

Caitlin paused a moment, and then nodded. "I couldn't believe it until it came out of your mouth. That hottie at the winter formal. That was your calculus teacher?"

"Yeah."

"I'm impressed. And mortified. How are you so stupid?" Caitlin said, with anger in her voice.

"What do you mean?" Tony felt slow.

Caitlin paused and said, "And you really like her." That was what he had said during their talk after the movie last night.

"Yeah I guess so."

They were both quiet. Both of them still had damp hair.

"So now you know why you can't tell anyone. If anyone finds out, she's going to lose her job, her career, everything. You would screw up someone's real life!" Tony said desperately.

"Tony, you're the one who put your teacher's 'real life' at risk here." She made quote marks to sarcastically indicate what she thought about his words.

Tony felt awful at that last statement.

"I'll make you a deal, Tony," said Caitlin, finally.

"Anything," Tony said desperately.

"I'll keep quiet for you. But you have to sleep with me."

"What?" Tony wasn't sure he had heard correctly. "You want to have sex with me?"

"No, just sleep together. Like lay in the same bed together. Just for this trip," Caitlin said quietly.

"Why do you want that?" Tony said.

"I just do," said Caitlin, with wet eyes.

Tony was totally flabbergasted. "Fine," he said. "I'll do it. And you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise," said Caitlin.

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They were both quiet for dinner, but their parents didn't notice.

When it was time to go to bed, he said goodnight to his parents, and went to the couch. After the house was quiet, he quietly crept into Caitlin's bedroom, as they had agreed.

Her lights were still on, and she was reading on her bed. She was wearing the same short grey cotton nightgown that she had worn the night before, and Caitlin's long bare legs were stretched out in front of her. Her hair was undone for the night, so she was attired very simply, but Tony felt that Caitlin still looked really good.

"How should we do this?" Tony said hesitantly.

"You're on that side," Caitlin said, pointing to her right. She flipped the left side of the covers over and hopped in. Her blankets were white and had small pink dots on them. Tony got in on the right side of the bed.

"And don't try any funny business!" Caitlin said in a mock serious voice.

"Why would I try any funny business with an old bag like you?" Tony shot back.

"That's not funny, buster!" Caitlin said, and whomped him on the head with a large pillow. Tony tried to defend himself, and ended up tickling Caitlin on her bed to get her to stop. They were both still giggling when they settled down to sleep. It felt good to laugh with her again, Tony thought.

Caitlin's bed was really too small for both of them. They flopped around trying one position, and then another.

"This is totally not going to work, Caitlin! This bed is just too small."

"No way you're getting out of our deal that easily, buster. Here, try this."

And she lay on her side and turned away from him. Even with her on the edge of the bed, there wasn't a lot of room remaining, and Tony finally lay down on his side directly behind her. He draped one arm so that it wrapped around her, and lay on the other arm. Tony felt himself falling off of the bed, and he reluctantly pushed himself forward until his crotch was actually touching her behind.

Now he was spooning her delicious rear. Tony was wearing only his boxers, and his cousin only her thin night dress. He felt her firm breasts on his forearm, and realized that she was wearing no bra.

I wonder if anything is going to happen tonight, Tony thought.

Laying like that, they both fell asleep and spent two dreamless nights of rest.

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When Tony woke up the next morning, they were lying in the same position. Their blankets had fallen off the bed, leaving both of them exposed. It didn't feel cold though, because their bodies were still huddled closely together.




My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 05



Caitlin's night shift had ridden up during the night, leaving almost her entire ass bare. Caitlin wasn't wearing any panties, and her magnificent ass cheeks were in full view.

He was suddenly uncomfortably aware of his morning wood pressing hard against her ass. She didn't seem to be awake.

Tony thought that he should feel guilty and stop, but instead he just waited, drinking in the feeling of Caitlin's full ass cheeks around his cock. There was one butt cheek on each side of his hard erection, and his dick felt like the meat of a hot dog.

Caitlin's ass is more fleshy and full than Ms. Miller's ass, Tony thought clinically. Ms. Miller's butt was more athletic and shapely, while Caitlin's is softer and bigger. But it didn't sag at all from the young woman's body.

Tony had guilty thoughts. Should I really be thinking this about my cousin?

But damn, she's hot, Tony thought to himself.

Tony couldn't help himself and found himself slowly stroking Caitlin's curvy hip with his right hand. Her skin was smooth and soft. Caitlin sighed in her sleep and pushed her ass more firmly at him. The feeling of her round rear end sandwiching his cock felt heavenly, and Tony thought there might be a bit of lubrication leaking from the tip of his dick.

Tony wondered if he would be able to see Caitlin's pussy. He wanted to lean over, but didn't want to wake Caitlin and to interrupt the magical feeling of his cock pressed up against her ass.

Deciding it was too risky, Tony just stayed where he was and drifted off back to sleep.

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When he awoke, he was alone. Caitlin's side of the bed was cold.

He pulled himself together and got something to eat from the kitchen. The house was empty. He wandered over to his PlayStation, but there was a note taped to it: "We are at mall. No video games today. Mom."

His mother had taken the power cable for the PlayStation, effectively disabling it.

Damn it. Now he really had nothing to do.

He thought a moment and tried calling Ms. Miller, but there was no response again. He then dialed Caitlin, but he heard it ring and realized that her cell phone was in the house.

He put on his sneakers and decided to explore a little.

Caitlin's family lived in a gated community of townhomes. Each house had an identical white stucco façade and had the same red tile roof. Roughly the same green lawn adorned the front yards of each of the houses. Here and there, homeowners had added individual touches: some wind chimes, a flag, some lawn ornaments.

It was all very boring, Tony thought.

Tony wandered over to the center of the complex. He heard the sounds of someone swimming in a pool. It was Caitlin. She was swimming laps.

He went into the pool area and sat down to wait. They were the only two people there.

Caitlin finished her laps and panted next to the edge of the pool. She finally noticed Tony.

"Hey Tony!" she said brightly. "I was just getting out."

Caitlin emerged dripping from the pool. Tony felt his mouth go dry at the sight of his cousin, drops of water glistening off of her skin.

She was wearing a black string bikini. Little strain lines had formed on the black triangle tops of her bikini top where they were stretching to contain Caitlin's prominent breasts. There was a small gold ornament tying the two triangles together. Tony could see a generous amount of Caitlin's round cleavage. Her breasts were so large they went past the outer edge of the bikini top triangles, extending in little puffs of flesh.

Caitlin's stomach was taut and flat. Tony could see Caitlin's abs; they were toned rather than hard and defined. Caitlin's belly button had a small piercing in it, a silver crescent that interrupted the plane of her stomach.

The bottom of her bikini was another black triangle that served to cover only her most intimate areas.

Caitlin dried herself off with a large yellow towel.

"How'd you sleep last night?" Tony asked.

"Great! Best night of my life," she replied, moving to a deck chair.

"Me too," said Tony, and he meant it. He'd felt totally relaxed, totally comfortable, sleeping with his beautiful cousin.

"I'm glad," Caitlin replied honestly.

Caitlin dried her hair, and then said, "Are you mad about yesterday? With your phone?" She was asking if he was angry about her checking his text messages and learning about his affair with Ms. Miller.

Tony thought a moment. "I guess not," he said finally. "I was stupid for not deleting her messages in the first place. And you did promise not to tell."

"I blackmailed you not to tell," Caitlin said heavily.

Tony decided to taunt his cousin a bit. "But you didn't really get anything good out of the deal. Just some dick in your rear end last night."

To his surprise, Caitlin didn't seem flustered by that comment at all. "Then I got what I wanted," she said softly. "I got to be close to your cock."

Her words sparked a flash erection, and Tony was glad that he wasn't wearing his swim trunks. "Caitlin. We can't do this. We're cousins! You know, my mother is your father's sister."

"We can't do what?" Caitlin replied innocently. "We're just playing around, right?"

"I guess so," Tony said hesitantly.

"Wait, what did you think we were talking about, cuz?" Caitlin said in mock anger. "That's disgusting!"

"OK, okay, fine," Tony held up his hands defensively, "Forget I said anything."

But Caitlin's eyes were smiling. She stretched herself out on the chair, stomach down. She lay on her large towel with her back exposed to him.

Then she said, "Can you put some more sunscreen on my back, Tony?"

Tony hesitated. Sunscreen? Rubbing his cousin sounded good... really good, but he was trying to stay away, right?

Caitlin, sensing his hesitation, propped herself up on one arm and turned to look at him. "And don't try any funny business," she said.

Okay, whatever, Caitlin, Tony thought. Have it your way.

Sitting on the deck chair next to Caitlin, he poured a generous amount of lotion into his palms and began to rub her back with it. She lay her head on her arms, crossed in front of her. He could feel the muscles on her back as he worked the lotion in.

Rubbing his cousin's body was incredibly exciting.

His hands worked their way down to her narrow waist and then to her broad hips. As he worked, Tony kept his eyes fixed on her ass. It now seemed to command his attention. It jiggled proudly as he worked his hands over her skin.

He poured some additional lotion on his hands and began to work it over the large globes of his cousin's ass. She moaned but did not protest. Her ass seemed to threaten to snap the strings of tiny black bikini bottom with every motion.

If anything, Caitlin's ass is almost too big for her body, thought Tony. But it's so perfect.

Tony used a gentle circular motion at first. Her skin had small goosebumps on it. There was a large crease where her butt ended and her thighs began. Over this crease, her ass cheeks were like perfect semi-circles. As he rubbed her, he watched her ass fold over this crease again and again. Tony rubbed on finger along this crease, first for Caitlin's left ass cheek, then her right.

Tony noticed that Caitlin's hands were now gripping the deck chair tightly. Her mouth was clenched tightly shut. She's getting turned on! Tony realized.

He began to rub her ass more and more tightly, gripping it and kneading it with no pretense of covering it with sunscreen. Caitlin let a little moan escape through her pursed lips.

Tony now began to rub her inner thighs from behind. Caitlin parted her legs slightly for him, allowing him to see her bikini-covered bottom. Tony began to use just his fingertips to work his way up and down her inner thighs, savoring the feeling of her smooth curves. Tony felt intensely turned on by the contact with his cousin's sensitive inner areas.

Caitlin groaned and said, "Oh Tony, what are you doing to me? Please don't stop."

Tony could see the sides of her large breasts where they were squashed up against the deck chair. Would she let him touch her breasts?

Slowly, his hands worked their way back up her body and over the sides of her back. Then, inch by inch, he let them creep over until they began to rub the very corners of her breasts, where the round mounds intersected with her ribcage.

He heard a sharp intake of breath, but Caitlin did not protest.

"Let me get some more sunscreen, cuz," Tony said, "There's a few spots I haven't gotten to yet."

Tony slowly squeezed more of the sun screen into his palms. Then, slowly, he used his fingertips to rub the lotion over a larger and larger area of her breasts. They were round and firm and felt amazing.

Caitlin pushed herself up slightly with her elbow, raising her torso a few inches off of the chair. This allowed Tony's hands to access more of her breasts.

Tony slipped his fingers under Caitlin's torso and began to use his fingertips to lightly stroke her nipples through her bikini top. Caitlin moaned, "Yes... Mmm... yes."

He leaned over filled his hands with her mounds of flesh. He began rubbing both orbs. Caitlin's pendulous breasts felt heavenly in his hands. They were entirely real, Tony thought.

As Tony began rubbing her nipples through her bikini top, Caitlin said, "Stop a second," and eased herself over until she was lying on her back. Tony reluctantly took his hands away.

Then Caitlin looked up questioningly at Tony with her large green eyes, searching for him to take the next step.

Finally, Tony thought "Fuck it," and gave in. He leaned over and kissed Caitlin full on the mouth. Again, her hot breath made her mouth feel like a furnace on his lips. She tasted a little bit like salt water. Her wet hair dripped onto his face. Her tongue slipped quickly into his mouth.

Tony and Caitlin began french kissing furiously, probing each other's mouths deeply. Tony eased himself until he was on top of her, propping himself over her with his elbows on either side of her. Tony put one leg between hers. He was still fully clothed in his jeans and t-shirt. His full erection brushed up against her thighs through his pants as they kissed.

"Come with me," Caitlin said, and they both got up. Caitlin led him to a small room just outside the pool area.

She used a key and unlocked the door. They both went inside, with Caitlin leading Tony by the hand. She locked the door after they were inside. They were in a locker room, Tony realized. It was primarily made of wood, and had two bare benches in the middle. There were also stalls for showering along the sides of the walls.

Tony pulled Caitlin in for another kiss, but Caitlin put one finger on his mouth.

"Tony, do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, Caitlin, of course."

"Good," said Caitlin, and kissed him again. She said, "I've thought of a way that you can absolutely trust me, so that I will never tell anyone about Ms. Miller."

Tony hadn't been thinking about Ms. Miller, and gasped out, "How?"

Caitlin pulled his phone out of his pocket. "This phone takes pictures, right?"

"Yeah," said Tony.

Caitlin stepped back, then unfastened the ties of her damp bikini top. It fell to the floor, leaving her breasts naked.

It was the first time Tony had seen his cousin's breasts. They were breathtaking. They were large and proud, and hung proudly on Caitlin's chest without any sign of sag. Her aureoles were the size of quarters, with little bumps on them. Her nipples were erect. These breasts are even larger than Ms. Miller's, Tony thought to himself.

"Take some pictures. Ones that I wouldn't want my daddy to see," Caitlin said.

Numb, Tony raised his phone up and snapped a picture of Caitlin's body. Click, click.

Tony checked the picture. Caitlin was incredibly photogenic, almost like a porn star. Her beautiful eyes, looking at the camera through her thick long eyelashes, gave the impression of knowledge, even through the camera. Her lips were pursed, and head was turned slightly to the side. Her long hair hung over the outside of her left breast, draping it slightly. Her proud breasts were on full display, as was her flat stomach.

Caitlin put her hands on her hips and turned to the side. Tony took another picture, capturing her buxom figure in profile.

Click, click.

Caitlin posed again, this time shaking her hair out over her face.

Click, click.

Now Tony took a close-in shot of Caitlin's breasts and face. Later on, he would look at the photographs and marvel at their perfect focus.

Tony said boldly, "I want a little more. Maybe your daddy has seen your breasts already."

Caitlin hesitated. "Oh Tony, isn't that enough? There's no way I want anybody seeing those pictures even as they are."

Tony insisted, "These pictures aren't for your father. They're for me."

Caitlin said, "What do you have in mind?"

"Turn around," said Tony.

Caitlin turned around, leaning against one of the tables. Her formidable ass was fully exposed to his camera. She posed by looking over one shoulder, cupping her hand to the exposed breast closest to Tony.

Click, click.

Caitlin reached one hand behind her, cupping her ass lightly.

Click, click.

"That's enough," said Tony, setting his phone down carefully. He unbuttoned his pants and slipped off his shirt. Soon, he was completely naked.

Caitlin stood up. Tony went to her and knelt. With one hand on each side of her, he slowly pulled off her black string bikini bottoms. They had to stretch enormously to slide past Caitlin's ample hips and ass, and Tony was almost afraid that they would snap before they made the journey. Finally, they made it past and fell to the floor.

Tony was now kneeling in front of Caitlin's pussy. She was bare shaven, and Tony was stunned at the way her damp pussy lips shone in the dim light. He had never seen a pussy from up close, and definitely not a shaven one.

Caitlin lay back against the wall of the locker room. Tony stood up and looped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. She was breathing heavily. Her full breasts pressed into his chest.

They began to kiss again. Tony let his hands roam her waist and hips. Her body was full and lush and its curves felt amazing in his hands.

Tony separated his mouth from hers. He kissed her neck, then her collar, and finally the tops of her heaving breasts.

Caitlin moaned, "Yes, Tony, just like that."

Her breasts were sweet like ripe hanging fruit in his mouth. He licked and sucked her left nipple, then her right. He savored the feeling of the bumps of her aureoles on his tongue. He bit her nipples playfully, and Caitlin groaned with pleasure and ran her hands along the back of his head.

Tony decided that he would play a little. Holding onto each side of her breast with his hands, Tony opened his mouth wide and filled his mouth with her tit flesh. He could only fit a portion of her large breasts in his mouth. Tony rolled his tongue in circles around her nipples. Caitlin murmured with excitement and held his head with both hands, trying to push more of herself into his mouth. 

Tony let Caitlin's breasts out of his mouth with the visible pop of suction. He continued his journey down. He planted a row of kisses down Caitlin's tight abs, pausing to tongue the stomach stud in her belly button. Then he knelt in front of Caitlin's naked pussy. Close up, he could almost see inside her swollen lips. It was incredibly exciting.

He reached out his tongue and took a gentle lick at the outer lip of Caitlin's pussy. Caitlin writhed against the wall.

Now Tony began lapping Caitlin's pussy. She was wet with a sweet-smelling fluid that emanated from her cunt. Tony reached up with both hands and filled them with Caitlin's ass cheeks as he ate her out.

Caitlin cried out, "I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming!"

And she was. Her entire body seemed to be almost shivering. Tony pulled his tongue out of her cunt and watched with wonder as her pussy shook with the force of her orgasm.

Finally, as the waves of feeling passed through her, Caitlin sat exhausted onto the bench.

Tony went over her, still standing, with his cock bobbing stiffly. He hadn't orgasmed yet, and felt enormously pent up.

After a pause, Caitlin said shyly, "Maybe I could take care of you now?" She reached out with one hand and tentatively stroked his dick. She leaned forward to kiss the tip of his penis.

But Tony knew what he wanted: Caitlin's delectable ass. Fucking Ms. Miller from behind had given him a taste for doggy-style fucking, and he knew how he wanted to take Caitlin.

Tony pulled Caitlin's hand. She got off the bench and let herself be guided around to the end of it.

"Caitlin, baby. Come lean on this bench. Yeah, like that. Bend over the bench."

"I don't want to do this, Tony. I've never done this before." But Caitlin knelt and positioned herself with the end of the bench pressed up against her thighs. She was bent over so that her torso was on the middle of the bench, with her knees and feet on the floor. She propped herself up with her elbows. Her beautiful butt hung off the edge of the bench, pointed slightly upwards, waving tantalizingly in the air.

Perfect for ass fucking.

Tony went up behind her. He first spread her knees apart so he would not stand on her calves, then knelt behind her and admired the view.

His vision was filled with Caitlin's big, fleshy ass. It was perfectly round, like two smooth pale watermelons. They glistened slightly from sweat and dampness. He ran one hand appreciatively on one ass cheek, then the other. Caitlin moaned with pleasure.

"Tony, can I take you in my mouth? I'd like that a lot more than this. I can barely even see you, baby." Caitlin turned over her shoulder to look at him.

"No, Caitlin. You've been shaking your booty in my face during the entire trip. Now I want to fuck you in the ass," Tony replied coldly.

He pointed his erect cock directly at her sphincter, just as he had with Ms. Miller. Caitlin shuddered when she felt his cock head brush against that sensitive spot. "Don't fuck me in the ass, Tony. Please don't," she whimpered.

"I won't," Tony lied. He let his cock slip beneath her, and positioned it at her smooth pussy entrance.

Caitlin relaxed, and let him ease his dick into her pussy for the first time. She was already slick and wet with her own juices. Caitlin didn't feel nearly as tight as Ms. Miller, and Tony realized that he was not his cousin's first lover.

Caitlin was sighing slightly and making little mewing sounds as Tony eased himself, inch by inch, into her cunt. Eventually, Tony was inserted all the way.

Tony loved fucking doggy style.

He loved the warm feeling of her fleshy ass pressed up against his thighs. He loved seeing Caitlin's narrow waist and toned back in front of him. Her red hair spilled off the side of the bench, falling almost until it touched the ground. Caitlin had lowered her arms above her. They were now straight above her, lying flat on the bench. Her face was lying flat on the bench.

Tony began to pull out of her. Then, when only his tip of his cock was still inserted, he pushed himself into her again and again.

But Tony wasn't satisfied. He released her hips and gripped the bench with both hands, pinning her ass in front of him. Using this leverage, he was able to thrust into her hot cunt with even more force and authority. "Oh, God. That's so hard. Oh, that's too hard, you're hurting me," she said as he bottomed out in her again and again.

Caitlin turned toward him, and said, "Could you rub my breasts?"

Tony leaned forward and reached both hands around Caitlin, filling his palms with her dangling breasts.

Caitlin began to push back at him, and after a minute moaned, "Uh. Uh. Uh. That feels really good Tony. I didn't think I'd like it this way, but... uh. It feels so good."




My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 05



Tony could feel his balls slap against Caitlin's thighs as he pounded her again and again. For a moment, the sound of their flesh slapping together was the only sound in the empty locker room.

When Tony sensed that Caitlin was close to her second orgasm, he pulled out of her entirely. "Tony, don't stop now. I'm so close," Caitlin whined, pushing her ass back at him and wiggling it, "I kind of like it like this."

"Caitlin, hold very still. I am going to fuck you in the ass."

Caitlin suddenly raised herself up again with her hands, arching her back, and turned to look at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide with alarm. "No, Tony, don't do that. I don't want it there," she pleaded.

He reached one hand under her and deliberately stroked the lips of her pussy with one finger. Caitlin moaned and relaxed slightly. Then he guided his penis until it made contact with her anus again.

Tony directed his dick steadily with his free hand. His cock was so wet and slick from their lovemaking that the head slipped in easily past her ring. Watching with fascination, he began to push his cock into her anus.

She was tight, so tight that his dick barely budged during his first push.

"Tony! It feels like you just put a bar in my ass! Oh Tony!" While Caitlin continued to protest, her actions guided Tony forward. She shifted in place and Tony could feel her attempt to relax her sphincter. He slipped in another fraction of an inch.

He continued to gently rub her pussy lips with his left hand. This caused Caitlin to begin moaning again, and her gentle rocking allowed him to slip more and more of his length into her ass. She was again tightly gripping the bench with both hands.

Finally, he was three-quarters of the way in. Tony paused to savor the view. His hot, sexy cousin was bent over the bench with her incredible derriere hanging out at him. He was balls deep in her anus, and he could see her incredible buttcheeks surrounding his manhood.

And the sensations on his dick were incredible. Caitlin's anus was much tighter and hotter than her pussy. It clamped on his dick with more pressure than he had ever felt before, causing Tony to cry out in pleasure.

He leaned over her back and began stroking the side of her breast with his right hand. Caitlin was now whimpering with both pain and pleasure. Tony could feel her anus loosening, and began sawing in and out, faster and faster.

Finally, when Tony couldn't handle it anymore, he yelled out as his cum spurted directly into her anus. Caitlin had orgasmed multiple times during the process. She lay face down on the bench, now quiet.

Slowly, Tony eased his cock out of his cousin. It was shiny and glistening from the mixture of their fluids. He already felt very sore in the crotch.

Both of them got up slowly from the floor.

Without putting on her bikini, Caitlin wrapped herself in a towel. She grabbed Tony's phone and ran before Tony could react. His shorts were still around his ankles, so he finished pulling his clothes on and tried to find her.

She was already at home. Tony grabbed his phone just in time to see Caitlin send a message from it. When he read it, he saw that it was a message to Ms. Miller. It said, **I JUST FUCKED MY COUSIN CAITLIN.**



My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 06



When Tony's family finally got home after their long Christmas break with Caitlin's family, Tony went straight to his room and went to sleep.

When he woke up, Tony played Call of Duty. He took breaks for lunch, for dinner, and to sleep, but always resumed playing.

He'd done the same routine each day. His mother had nagged him at first, his dad had yelled at him, but something about Tony's vacant gaze and uncaring manner made them give up and leave him alone.

After a while, the nagging stopped, and his parents let him continue his morose behavior. At least it's winter break, they reasoned to themselves. Let him get it all out now and we'll see how he handles going back to school again.

His parents had no idea what was wrong, because they had missed all the crazy drama from their trip to Caitlin's house. Tony had always been attracted to Caitlin, but they had always drawn firm boundaries with what was and was not acceptable behavior. On this past trip, he and Caitlin had flirted with each other, skirting the line, wandering right up to the edge of the unspoken standards that governed conduct between two cousins.

Then they had barreled right over it. Tony had sucked and fucked Caitlin, and she had welcomed it. He had fucked her in the ass, which she had not wanted. In her anger, she had retaliated by using his cell phone to text message Ms. Miller and tell her exactly what had happened.

And now, Tony was depressed. On some deep level, Tony felt that the greatest thing that had ever happened to him was his affair with Ms. Miller. She was his first partner, his first conquest, his first love.

And he had blown it.

Tony kept playing.

Didn't care, didn't want to think. First he beat one game, then another. Then he locked himself into a multiplayer online game.

Sleep, eat, play video games, eat, sleep. The cycle repeated itself. Four days passed like this, then five. Tony dimly understood that his parents would enter and leave the house, but didn't care to ask what was happening.

On the sixth day after had had returned from Caitlin's house, Tony became dimly aware that someone else was present in the house, someone different.

It was Caitlin. She sat next to him.

Tony didn't know how to react at first, and then acted as he had with everyone during the past week. He ignored her.

Caitlin's voice broke through the sound of clicking and explosions that filled the room. She said, "Your mom is letting me stay here for a bit. My school's winter break lasts another week."

Tony kept playing. He was working through the latest RPG.

After a while, Caitlin went away. Just like everyone else in my life, thought Tony miserably.

Over the next days, Tony tried to continue to ignore his cousin and play his games. He felt her presence, though, even when he was trying to tune out the world.

The guest bedroom and his bedroom were adjacent, so Caitlin and Tony shared a bathroom.

One morning, Tony had just rolled out of bed, and went to empty his bladder. The bathroom door was open, and Tony walked right in.

In the bathroom, Caitlin was apparently in the process of getting herself ready. She was bent over the sink. She was wearing only her underwear, and Tony got a brief glimpse of tight skin-colored lace panties before staggering out the door again.

Caitlin wasn't used to being ignored. As Tony went to his bed that night, he heard Caitlin emerge from the guest room. She was only wearing her panties and a t-shirt. Caitlin didn't say anything, but blocked Tony's way briefly along the narrow hallway above the bannister.

Despite himself, Tony found himself staring at her.

Though Caitlin's t-shirt was large, it couldn't quite hide the ample chest which Tony knew was there. Her panties were tight, white lacy affairs that covered the upper half of her butt. The panties displayed Caitlin's long, athletic legs. The lower globes of her ass were bare, and despite their size and fleshiness, didn't sag at all. Caitlin's ass was Tony's favorite part of her body.

Tony grunted, "Excuse me," and brushed past her.

On the afternoon of the third day, she stood up and moved between Tony and the television, but Tony just paused the game and stared at her, trying to will her to move. She was wearing a jean skirt with a light green blouse.

After a while, Caitlin said, "What are you playing?"

Tony pretended he hadn't heard, and asked her to move so that he could continue playing his game. He was now working his way through the newest version of Madden NFL football.

Then Caitlin said, "Can I play too?"

Tony didn't respond. After the game he was playing was finished, Caitlin picked up a controller and initiated a two-player game.

Tony didn't acknowledge her at all, but just continued to play as if he were matched against the computer.

During their first game, Caitlin lost 45-7. Then they played again, and she got beaten badly again, 63-10.

Somewhere, Tony felt a flicker of satisfaction at his victory. It felt good to repay his cousin in some small way for all the grief she had caused him.

Tony gave Caitlin a small smirk that signaled that she should go away and leave him alone.

Caitlin said, "Listen. I'll make you a bet. If you win, I'll leave you alone."

I'll kill her, he thought. She's never played this game in her life.

"What if I lose?" Tony responded with a sticky and gummy mouth. He felt like he hadn't spoken in ages.

Caitlin paused, then said, "If I win, you have to me a favor. I have to lift some heavy stuff, and I could use a hand."

Tony thought about it a minute, and said, "I don't want anything to do with you ever again. If you make me do something I don't want to do..."

"...you can leave whenever you want," Caitlin said firmly.

Tony paused. He didn't want to ever get involved with Caitlin again, and didn't know what she had in mind with her favor. But he didn't think he'd lose.

"Deal." Tony said, "Start the game."

During their next game, Caitlin played at a far different level. She selected a variety of defensive schemes that stifled Tony's typical attack, and did a few tricks on the field that he'd never seen before in the game. She ended up winning comfortably, 45-31.

Tony slumped in disbelief. He looked up at Caitlin, who was stretching with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

"I may have played Madden before," Caitlin said simply.

She's scammed me, Tony realized. Caitlin's actually a scratch Madden player.

Tony felt a little angry, but nonetheless admiring of his cousin's trick.

So, reluctantly, Tony got up from his spot on the couch, got up from the spot where he'd been playing video games nearly non-stop for eight days, and agreed to go with Caitlin.

He took a shower, shaved, and ate a sandwich. When he returned, he found that she had changed into a pair of khaki shorts and a tank top. The tank top was yellow, and clung to Caitlin's large breasts tightly.

They drove together to a community park about forty minutes away from his house. They didn't talk while she drove.

When they had arrived, Caitlin opened the trunk. Inside were large black plastic bags, filled with something heavy. The two of them carried them over, one-by-one, to a bare corner of the park which was marked off with orange tape.

They pulled out a pair of shovels and began digging. There were white "X" marks where the park rangers had designated planting spots for the shrubs.

It was hard and sweaty work. The soil resisted their work, and they had to dig three foot holes for each of the plants.

As Tony stopped for a cool drink of water, he watched Caitlin finish up with one bush. Despite himself, Tony found himself admiring his cousin. She was very attractive, he admitted.

Her red hair was pulled back into a practical ponytail. Her yellow tank top, damp with sweat, clung tightly to her large, well-formed breasts. She was wearing a white bra with a heavy amount of structure to support her breasts. She was sweating so much that there were dark spots at her nipples. Her long smooth legs were folded up under her as Caitlin knelt on the moist soil. Although her face glowed with perspiration, her expression showed that she was at peace.

Tony reviewed the mix of feelings he had towards his cousin.

On one level, Tony was attracted to her physically. And possibly Caitlin was attracted to him. She had come on to him strongly before their encounter in the pool locker room, and that had ended up in sex. The fact that she was his cousin just added a spice of forbiddenness to their relationship.

On a second level, Tony was just a little bit scared of how Caitlin thought about him. He had taken her anally, against her protests. Would she be angry? Would she tell his parents? Would she tell the police? That neither his parents nor Caitlin's parents had said anything to him probably meant that Caitlin hadn't told them, at least.

From a third angle, Tony reminded himself, I should really be angry with her. Caitlin had texted Ms. Miller after their fuck in the locker room, telling Ms. Miller how Tony had cheated her. Since that moment, he hadn't heard from Ms. Miller at all. So Tony knew that his torrid affair with his calculus teacher was over.

But Tony wasn't angry. Instead, he more felt... confused?

The more Tony thought about it, the more it seemed that Caitlin had intentionally tried to seduce him. Did she really want to seduce her cousin? Moreover, Caitlin wasn't just his cousin, but a good friend. She knew how much his relationship with Ms. Miller meant to him. Why would she try to break them up?

What was going on in that woman's head? Tony thought, not for the first time.

After four or five hours of sweaty work, all ten of their shrubs had finally been planted. Exhausted, Tony and Caitlin sat under a shady tree together, not talking. A cool breeze blew against them. They "clinked" two bottles of gatorade together.

Tony had to admit that he did feel much better. Sinking himself into a tough manual chore was much better for his spirit than simply wasting his time playing video games. At the end of the day, there was a product: the once barren corner of the park now had ten neatly planted trees growing there.

"Thanks Caitlin. I feel better," Tony said, breaking the silence.

"You're welcome, Tony," Caitlin said, quietly.

"How did you think of this idea? The tree planting thing, I mean. It was pretty much exactly what I needed," Tony said.

Caitlin paused. "Tony, this project wasn't about making you feel better. I'd volunteered to do this project three months ago. I just happened to be at your house when the day came up to do it."

Tony thought for a moment. He really had been manual labor. He laughed. "Well, thanks anyways. I really enjoyed it."

Caitlin said, "I know a bunch of stuff happened between us, Tony. Can we try to still be friends?"

Friends, Tony thought. He was lucky that she would allow him this much.

"Of course, Cat," Tony said, hugging his sweaty cousin briefly. "We are cousins. And we will always be friends."

They drove together back to his house. In the car, they chatted quietly, both trying to rebuild their relationship. They both avoided the topic of romance entirely.

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School started for Tony the next day. Tony tried his best to act normally, as if nothing at all had happened on his winter break.

But Tony couldn't avoid the butterflies in his stomach as calculus class rolled around. What would Ms. Miller say?

To his surprise, Ms. Miller was not there. In her place, the vice principal, Ms. Lopez was acting as their substitute. The lesson was dry and Tony didn't really follow it. He didn't know whether Ms. Miller would return or whether she would just stay in South Carolina.

After the class, he asked Ms. Lopez about Ms. Miller. Ms. Lopez, a middle-aged latina woman, apologized and said that Ms. Miller had a personal matter.

So that was that.

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After school, Tony went home. Caitlin was still there. It was her last day of vacation before going home. After he did his homework, they ate dinner with Tony's parents.

Afterwards, Caitlin and Tony watched a re-run of the television show "Friends" together. It was an episode where two of the main characters, Rachel and Ross, had just missed the small window of timing where each of them was single and liked the other.

Tony sat with his arm comfortably wrapped around his cousin's shoulder. Caitlin snuggled into him, resting her head lightly on his shoulder.

As Tony watched, he thought about the opportunity missed in being in a relationship with Ms. Miller. With Caitlin nestled up next to him, Tony tried to think about future opportunities rather than past ones.

After the episode ended, Tony and Caitlin went upstairs to his bedroom. They lay together on his bed, chatting quietly, fully clothed. Tony wore a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Caitlin was wearing a pair of blue jeans, with a very skimpy white tank top. The tank top had small ribbing and was stretched extremely tightly over Caitlin's large breasts.

Caitlin looked amazing. She had applied makeup before going to bed, and curled her hair into sexy tresses.

"I'm sorry about calling Ms. Miller, Tony. I was upset." Caitlin said softly.

"You don't have to apologize, Caitlin. I know... I know I pushed you too far at the locker room."

Caitlin was quiet.

"I'm sorry," Tony said.

Caitlin didn't respond, but raised herself up on her elbows. "Don't you wonder why I told Ms. Miller, Tony?"

"I've thought about it," Tony admitted. "But I still don't know."

"You're an idiot, Tony," Caitlin said. Then slowly, deliberately, she reached over and stroked his crotch.

Tony was dumbstruck. Did Caitlin still want to be with him? After all that had happened, and all that he had done to her?

He pushed his thoughts out of his head as he stared down at Caitlin's long, elegant fingers. She was wearing perfectly applied red nail polish. They were tracing the shape of his dick through his jeans. Tony was starting to get hard.

Propping herself up with one elbow, Caitlin leaned over and kissed Tony on the lips. He felt her tongue press into his mouth almost immediately. Caitlin's mouth felt intensely hot to his. Tony kissed her back, wrapping one arm around her waist. Her lipstick tasted a bit like plastic.

Caitlin rolled on her back, and Tony lay on top of her, still kissing. His hands were roaming her hips and her waist. Both of them were still fully clothed.

Caitlin gently pushed at his chest, signaling that Tony should sit up. Tony sat up. Now he was straddling her, looking down at her.

"Do you want to stop?" Tony said hesitantly.

In response, Caitlin put both of her hands on her breasts and began to rub them. Tony thought that she looked incredibly sexy. She stared up at him, looking directly at him with her elfin features and large green eyes. Caitlin wasn't wearing a bra, and her large mounds filled her hands. "Tony? Could you touch my tits?"

Tentatively, Tony reached down and began to stroke Caitlin's full breasts. They were the size of large grapefruits, and they overflowed in his palms. Caitlin moaned and pushed her hands against Tony's thighs.

Tony began to trace little circles around her aureoles. He would leave briefly and stroke the outsides of her breasts, then return and touch her aureoles with a little bit more speed and force. Caitlin bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. She arched her back as Tony played with her nipples through her tight white shirt.

"Oh, Tony. It feels so good to have you play with my tits," Caitlin moaned.

Amazed at her reaction, Tony began to grope her breasts more and more. They were too big for him to fit in his palms. It felt wonderful to have Caitlin's warm mounds in his hands!

Suddenly, Caitlin's back stiffened and she began to shake. Tony was startled. Had she orgasmed just from his touching?

After a moment, Caitlin pushed him off of her. Tony sat up and got off the bed, not sure where she wanted go next.

Caitlin sat up on the bed. With her beautiful green eyes focused on his, Caitlin slowly, teasingly, began to remove her shirt. She has such long eyelashes, Tony thought.

Tony watched in fascination as her smooth, shapely stomach became visible. Her skin was smooth and taut. Inch by inch, Caitlin's hips and waist became visible. Caitlin paused with her shirt bunched up at her chest and raised her arms above her head. Then she looked deeply into Tony's eyes, her eyes boring into his.

Caitlin reached behind her and pulled her tight shirt over her head. Inch by inch, the tight tanktop was peeled from where it covered Caitlin like a second skin. Tony watched, his eyes drinking in every delicious inch of her body.

First the lower halves of her breasts became visible. Tony couldn't help himself, he reached forward and stroked the smooth, pale curves with his thumbs. Caitlin giggled from beneath her shirt.

Her shirt finally slipped past the peak of her tits and sprung suddenly into a bunch at Caitlin's neck, leaving her breasts entirely bare. Caitlin pulled her shirt off entirely and tossed it off the bed. Her breasts, large and proud, bobbed as they escaped the tight confines of her shirt.

Then Caitlin leaned down and began to undress Tony. He stared with fascination as she unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. Murmuring with delight, Caitlin pulled his jeans and boxers down.

Tony's cock swung free. It wobbled in the air between them.

Now Caitlin was kneeling in front of him, just in front of her bed. Caitlin bent her mouth down. Her pink tongue slipped out past her red lips andgently licked the crown of his penis. Her breath felt hot on his dick. Tony groaned as Caitlin flicked his cock with her tongue, first one side, and then the other.

He groaned began to stroke her red hair. Caitlin now used the rough top side of her tongue, and, starting from the base of his shaft, slid slowly up and down the entire length of his dick. Tony groaned in pleasure.

Caitlin now cupped his balls in her hands, rubbing them gently with her fingertips. Tony spread his legs and moaned again. Taking this cue, Caitlin kissed his left testicle, and took it gently into her mouth. At this, Tony said, "Yes. That's it baby. Suck my balls."

Caitlin responded by increasing the mouth suction on his testicle. She reached behind him and began stroking his naked butt cheeks with her hands. Her fingers wandered hear to his anus, and Tony tightened his sphincter in anticipation.

Tony groaned again in appreciation, and said, "Do you like sucking my dick, Caitlin? Do you?"

At this, Caitlin allowed his balls to slip out of her mouth. She looked deeply into his eyes, and said, "You know I love sucking your balls, Tony. I love sucking your big, hairy balls."

Leaning forward again, Caitlin now engulfed his shaft with her hot mouth. Tony watched with pleasure as his unshaven penis inched past his cousin's red lips. About half of his length passed through her mouth on the first effort.

With her mouth full, Caitlin put one of her hands under each of his butt cheeks. He could see the entire expanse of Caitlin's back from this angle, stretching away from him. Caitlin was still wearing her jeans.

Most of all, Tony could see Caitlin's full breasts pressed up against his thighs. Tony was suddenly drawn back to his fantasy in the movie theater on their first date. Gently, he drew himself out of her mouth. There was a slight popping sound as she released his cock. It was wet and shiny from her saliva. She looked up at him questioningly.

"Can I tit fuck you, Caitlin?" Tony asked.

Caitlin smiled, and then nodded. Looking down at his cock, she scooted herself forward with her knees until his cock was level with her large tits. She placed one hand on each lower outside corner of her breasts, and pushed them together to sandwich his cock. This had the effect of raising her breasts up and forming a generous valley of cleavage.




My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 06



Tony groaned with pleasure at the feeling of her large tits on his shaft. He had fantasized about tit fucking his well-endowed cousin, and now he was doing it!

The tip of his penis stuck out between her breasts like a stranger in a new land. Fixing her eyes on it, Caitlin rocked herself gently up and down with her thighs, allowing his cock to slide through her cleavage. Tony savored the feeling of the hairs on his shaft sliding up and down her smooth skin.

After a few minutes like that, Caitlin looked up again at him and released her breasts. Tony stroked her hair and bent down to kiss her.

Without breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth in an "O" and took his shaft into her mouth. Tony watched as his penis passed slowly through Caitlin's lips. She couldn't take his entire length in her mouth in one try, and only about half went into her mouth.

Tony felt his cousin's hot mouth on his cock. He sank both of his hands into her rich, red mane of hair. Caitlin moaned, causing his dick to vibrate with pleasure. She allowed him take control. Still standing, Tony began pumping her head forward and back on his cock. He started slowly out first, without pushing too deeply into her mouth.

When Tony sensed that Caitlin was ready for more, he began pumping his pelvis, just slightly, pushing forward as he pulled her head down. Caitlin, to her credit, took deep breaths from her nose and did her best to take as much of him into her mouth as she could. Tony could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and three quarters of his shaft now made it into her mouth.

Finally, Tony felt his climax about to arrive. His cousin's beautiful eyes, locked onto his. Her naked back, stretched out behind her. And the feeling of his cock, penetrating her mouth.

Tony pumped his cousin's head with abandon. He saw tears forming in her eyes, but Caitlin didn't protest or try to pull herself away. Finally, just as nearly his entire length was buried in her, Tony felt a deep climax coming from his balls.

"I'm cumming!" he shouted, and pulled her head down on his lap as hard as he could force her. She squealed with her mouth full of his cock, and held onto him as his hips continued to buck. Tony's penis began to spasm his semen, one jerk at a time, into his cousin's mouth. Her eyes closed, and Tony could feel her throat working to try to swallow his offering.

Finally, Tony was exhausted. He released Caitlin's head, and Caitlin slowly let his cock out of his mouth. She wiped the last drips of his semen away from the corners of her mouth with his blanket. Tony flopped onto his bed, exhausted, and Caitlin flopped on top of him, her breasts pressed against his chest.

She tucked her head into his neck, and laid her hand on his chest. Tony wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him tightly.

They fell asleep like that, into a deep and dreamless rest.

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Tony woke up the next morning with Caitlin still next to him. He was still naked, and she was wearing only her jeans.

She looked so beautiful and still, he thought.

Staring at her, he realized just how happy he felt. One door had closed and another door had open.

Tony got ready for school without Caitlin waking. He hurried through his classes to get home as soon as possible. It was Caitlin's last day to stay with his family. The plan was for her to drive back that night to sleep at home before her school started again the next day.

When he arrived in calculus class, he expected to find the substitute teacher Ms. Lopez. Instead, his teacher was someone he knew already.

It was Ms. Miller.



My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 07



The rest of the class gradually filtered in. Tony ignored them all.

Finally, a few minutes after the bell had run, Ms. Miller came into the class.

Ms. Miller was dressed in a drab outfit that looked like shapeless military fatigues. She wore an olive green shirt which appeared large enough to fit two people. Her pants had an old style of camouflage print, and looked cut for a two hundred pound man.

She was also wearing a green cap which covered all of her hair and most of her face. Finally, she had resumed wearing her thick black-rimmed spectacles which served to distort the appearance of her entire face.

After a few stunned moments, the class took in the return of their old calculus teacher, and her ridiculous outfit.

"Mousy Miller is back!" someone cheered from the back of the room, and the entire class erupted in rude guffaws of laughter.

Tony was himself stunned by this turn of events. Ms. Miller looked nothing like the woman Tony remembered. The last time he had seen his teacher was before their holiday break. She had dressed in increasingly confident clothing that managed to flatter her figure while still remaining professional.

In fact, Tony had to remind himself, he was one of the major instruments of Ms. Miller's conversion from her habit of dressing in horrific, shapeless clothing. She had invited him over because she somehow thought that she was fat. She had invited him to judge her awesome body. He had run his hands all over her legs, stomach, and ass, and told her the truth: she had an awesome body.

Ms. Miller had seemed to take his words to heart, and had begun dressing in a much more appealing way at school. Her popularity had increased rapidly as a result.

That had also been the beginning of Ms. Miller's relationship with Tony, and they had begun a variety of escalating sexual encounters, beginning with a titfuck after a nearly naked study session. He had lost his virginity with her after going to prom together, and he had fucked her from behind in the dressing room of her favorite store.

Then Ms. Miller had left town for the break, and Tony's cousin Caitlin had initiated a relationship with him. Tony's cousin, after their first fuck had gone bad, had texted Ms. Miller using Tony's phone about Tony's cheating.

Then there had been silence. Ms. Miller had not returned after the break, and they had endured a substitute teacher for calculus class.

So that was how things had stood, until Ms. Miller's return today.

Tony felt incredibly uncomfortable with how things stood. Had Ms. Miller received Caitlin's text? Was she angry? Why was she dressing this way?

Her first calculus class back was awful. Ms. Miller's voice had seemed to diminish to nothing, and soon the class was out of control, obliviously talking over their shy teacher.

When class was over, Tony waited for the others to clear out. 

When he arrived at her desk, he was the last person in the room.

"Ms. Miller..." he began.

"Yes, Tony." Her cold tone made Tony stop his question in his tracks. Her blue eyes peered at him from behind her enormous glasses, and he could see her hand gripping her desk tightly.

"Never mind. I'll figure it out myself." Despite the fact that they were alone in the classroom, he couldn't bear to ask her what was going on.

At home, Tony tried to sort out what was going on. He didn't really understand his relationship with Caitlin. He was attracted to her physically: that he definitely knew. He and Caitlin would text each other and chat when they were online. Tony felt good about communicating regularly with Caitlin, but didn't really think of it as a real romantic relationship. 

After all, they were cousins. There was no way they could tell their parents what they had done. And since she was so far away, they weren't able to have sex.

So for now, Caitlin was basically out of sight, out of mind.

But Ms. Miller was definitely not out of sight. Each weekday, Tony had to sit in her class, miserably trying to pay attention while still thinking about all the firsts he had done with his teacher. His first kiss, his first blowjob, his virginity.

Ms. Miller seemed to have returned entirely back to her old manner of dressing. Today, she was wearing a hideous mix of brown and grey splotched clothing. Again baggy. Again shapeless.

The return of her old look had emboldened all the idiots in class to return. The desks in the class were no longer arranged in neat rows, but in little clusters of desks where students openly talked during class. On a daily basis, Tony could barely follow what was going on because of the ruckus.

Tony realized he still very much cared for his teacher. Did he like her more than Caitlin? Both were illegitimate, secret relationships. Caitlin because she was his cousin. Ms. Miller because she was his teacher.

And what did Ms. Miller now think about Tony? Tony had slept with Caitlin over winter break. And Ms. Miller knew it.

So Tony didn't know what to do. He decided to go to Ms. Miller's apartment. It was Saturday afternoon, three weekends after the end of winter break.

Tony reviewed again what he wanted to say. Then he rang her doorbell. Just when Tony thought that nobody was home, Ms. Miller opened the door. She was dressed in a purple long sleeve knitted sweater with khaki pants.

She was dressed a good deal better here than she did at school, Tony noticed.

She did not look surprised to see him.

"Yes, Tony?" It was the first time she had spoken directly to him in weeks.

At least she didn't seem hostile, Tony thought.

"Ms. Miller, could we talk?"

"About what, Tony." She said it as a statement rather than a question.

"Well, Ms. Miller, about the way we've been treating each other lately."

"What way?" Her voice was frigid.

"I thought we were friends!" Tony said lamely. He had rehearsed what to say, but a lot of his words felt like they were being torn away from him. Tony felt like he was about to cry.

Ms. Miller's face darkened. She stuck her finger in his face and Tony thought she would poke him in the forehead. Her anger was explosive.

"We were friends, Tony. We had something special. Something fun. And you had to go around and stick your dick somewhere else. What the fuck kind of friend are you?"

She slammed the door in his face.

Tony just stood there, stunned. Well at least he knew where she stood now. Ms. Miller was angry, and justifiably so.

Tony carefully thought about what he was going to say, and then knocked again on her door. "Ms. Miller?"

"What?" Her muffled voice came outside. It sounded like she was crying.

"I'm sorry. Would you please open the door? I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Tony. Go the hell away," she said.

"Caitlin found out about us. She read my text messages on my phone while my family was visiting her house," Tony said. After he had finished speaking, he held his breath. He hoped that this would work.

There was the sound of a lock turning, and Ms. Miller opened the door just a crack.

"What?" She said. Ms. Miller was crying, Tony realized. Her eyes looked puffy, her hair was unkempt, and her mouth was creased in a frown. She wasn't wearing any makeup.

"Caitlin took my phone when I wasn't looking and read my text messages," Tony repeated. "Then she made me promise to sleep with her so that I wouldn't tell anybody."

Tony watched as Ms. Miller processed this new information.

"Really?" She said.

"Really. I slept with Caitlin to protect you. So no one would find out about us."

"Why did you send me a text message about it?" Ms. Miller said.

Tony had thought about this too. "After... after we did *it*, Caitlin stole my phone again and sent the message."

Ms. Miller thought about this. "How did Caitlin get your phone in the first place? I thought she lived two hours away."

"She does. My mother is her father's sister. So we went over there to spend Christmas together."

Ms. Miller said, "What's going to happen now? Do you have to sleep with her again and again to keep... to keep our relationship a secret?"

Tony said truthfully, "I can confidently say that Caitlin will not tell anybody about my relationship with you." 

Ms. Miller said, "How are you so confident?"

Tony knew that he had a bunch of pornographic pictures of Caitlin on his phone; she had agreed to let him take them to ensure that she wouldn't tell anybody about Ms. Miller. But he didn't want to tell Ms. Miller that.

"Let's just say that it was a one-time deal, and I think Caitlin will keep her word," Tony said. That was still truthful.

Ms. Miller said, "Did you enjoy it?"

Tony froze. He hadn't prepared for this question at all.

Ms. Miller asked again, "Caitlin is really hot. Did you enjoy fucking her?"

Uh oh, Tony thought. This is going the wrong way.

Ms. Miller persisted. She took a step closer to him. She was two inches taller than he, but standing next to her right now, Tony felt like a little kid. Her words bored a hole into his skull. "C'mon, you definitely liked it. Caitlin's got awesome tits. I saw you look at her ass during winter ball. She's probably a great lay."

"Of course Caitlin is not as pretty as you," Tony said finally.

"That's not what I asked, Tony. And you better tell me the fucking truth. Did you *LIKE* fucking your cousin?"

Tony closed his eyes.

He swallowed once, and then said, "Yes."

Ms. Miller said in a voice thick with anger, "This is all bullshit. Get the fuck off my doorstep." Then she slammed the door.

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And life went on. Days passed by, then weeks.

When Tony stayed after class, Ms. Miller answered his questions calmly and efficiently, and left no room for conversation.

His friends were already getting "Senioritis," an excuse to be lazy that high schoolers developed for themselves. Those who had applied to college were all waiting for the results of their applications.

But Tony refused to accept that his torrid fling with Ms. Miller was really over. Now that he had more time, he spent it working hard during calculus class, and trying to rack his brains to figure out how to get Ms. Miller to meet him again.

The answer came to him one day as he was playing basketball in the park. Near him, a group of Europeans were playing soccer.

Soccer! Ms. Miller was going to play on a soccer team the first time he had seen her, the first time that he had noticed her as a woman.

He spent his entire Saturday driving to parks in the area where they had met, looking for soccer games. At last, he found someone who told him that there was a women's soccer league which had games each Saturday morning. The start time of the game was about half an hour after the time when he had met Ms. Miller that first fateful day.

He settled into the bleachers at the park early the next Saturday to watch the games. The first game was a 90 minute waste of time. During the second, he saw a familiar blond figure jog onto the field. She was again wearing her clinging blue shirt that had so attracted him the first day.

Damn! Tony thought. Her figure is amazing! Why does she hide it so much?

Tony changed quickly into his athletic clothes. He joined a pickup basketball game that was adjacent to the soccer field where Ms. Miller was playing her game. He kept an eye out for her, and, when the game was over, he made sure to head over to the water fountain in the direction she was walking.

"Tony?" Ms. Miller asked? "Is that you?"

"Ms. Miller?" Tony forced himself to be casual. "Good to see you again."

"What are you doing here?" Ms. Miller asked.

"Playing basketball," Tony said, "There's a really great pickup game that I play in every week."

"And it's right here? Where my soccer game is? What a coincidence." Ms. Miller said dubiously.

"Well, what can I say? I got to play basketball where the games are." Tony hoped his answer wasn't too strained.

"Fine then. Well, I'll see you later," Ms. Miller said. She wasn't smiling.

The next week, Tony repeated his pattern. He watched his teacher play soccer, then, as her game was ending, he went to the basketball court and shot around a little.

She greeted him with some surprise again. Tony might have been overthinking it, but her reaction did not seem as negative this time.

As she walked away for a second time, Tony felt disappointment. Sure he'd seen her and they'd talked, but so what? They could have had the same brief conversation during calculus class, where he saw her five times a week.

Then he turned to hear Ms. Miller's voice. "Just don't go showing up to my yoga class Sunday morning workouts at Thompson Park. Then I'll know it's not a coincidence."

Tony felt a surge of hope. It sounded like the door was open - just a crack, but still open.

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Tony wondered again whether doing yoga was worth it, even to see Ms. Miller again. For three weeks, he'd been coming to a class full of women. Almost all of the women in the class were in their fifties and sixties. Not for the first time, Tony wished that they would cover the sagging features and expanded waistlines – or at least wear clothes that weren't so tight.

Ms. Miller typically dressed in conservative sweat suits for class. Today she was wearing black pants and a red stretch top which concealed most of the shapely features Tony knew were there. He did notice that his teacher easily completed all of the most difficult stretches.

Tony wished he could spend the yoga class watching her, but he had to spend most of his concentration on just not falling over because of the poses he was attempting. He was inflexible even for a male, and he had tried and failed at all sorts of the contortions from the class.

After yoga class, he lingered, hoping that she would speak with him. Yes, he was stalking her, he thought to himself ruefully.

Usually, she said no more than a few polite words to him. In his opinion, this was worse than saying nothing at all.

Today during class, he had actually fallen over. Somehow, every other woman in the class was able to do the "Crouching Crane" position, but he had no ability to balance on one foot while contorting his body in the way the instructor was doing.

He made a loud thump when he landed. The yoga instructor had rushed over to make sure he was not hurt, and he was being laughed at by a flock of elderly women. Perfect.

He got up gamely, massaging his butt, and continued the class. He did not turn to look, but did Ms. Miller just pause and watch him thoughtfully?

After class, he was packing up his stuff.

Ms. Miller bent down to speak to him.

"Tony, why are you still here?"

"What do you mean, Ms. Miller, I'm just putting away my stuff?" He replied innocently.

"No, what I mean is: why are you still in this yoga class? Why don't you just go to the mall or the park or wherever it is that boys like you usually go to?" Her emphasis on the word "boys" cut him.

He thought over his answer carefully, and then responded slowly: "I would go to those places if I thought that I would meet you there."

His answer visibly stunned her.

"Tony..." her voice trailed off.

"Ms. Miller, although you've cut off our relationship, that doesn't mean we can't be friends. I miss you, Ms. Miller. I miss studying together and working together. I miss laughing with you. Can't we just hang out? No funny business, no tension, just be friends?"

She thought for a moment, and looked at him with a hard squint. Tony held his breath and waited for her response.

At last she smiled, a very slight smile, and said, "I guess we could just be friends, Tony. No fooling around, no funny business. Just friends."

Tony returned her smile.

"Thanks, Ms. Miller. It's such a relief just to be talking again."

"So what were you thinking? Friend?" She rolled the last word off her tongue like it was an unfamiliar flavor.

Tony thought a moment, and then said. "Maybe we could go jogging together? Your house is on my route!"

Ms. Miller appeared to be considering a moment, and then said, "I'm going running tomorrow morning. Meet you at my house at 9?"

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Tony blew on his hands and rubbed them together. It was freezing cold. Tony shuffled up to the door of Ms. Miller's house and rang the doorbell promptly at 9. He was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

When Tony opened the door, his breath just about froze in his mouth.

Ms. Miller was wearing the briefest of sports bras and sports shorts. Her entire outfit looked about two sizes two small. Her large breasts were crammed tightly into the skimpy tube top, creating visible strain marks in the stretchy black material. Her nipples stood out clearly in the cold weather. The bra shaped and uplifted her large breasts, creating a nice expanse of cleavage. Her stomach was completely bare, and Tony could easily make out her shapely abs.

Her shorts were just as revealing. Also black, they had a thin white stripe running up each side. They were extremely tight against her hips, outlining his teacher's awesome ass. Staring at her, Tony thought he could almost make out a camel toe where her shorts outlined her crotch.

The best part of seeing Ms. Miller again wasn't even her outfit. Ms. Miller had a wide smile on her face for him, the first he had seen on her face in what seemed like forever.

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Tony pushed himself to try to keep up with his teacher as they fought up the next hill. She was much faster than him, and had better endurance to boot.

Tony regretted what he was wearing just a little bit into their run. Despite the biting cold, he was sweating profusely. After his sweatshirt was soaked, he'd tied it around his waist. His sweat left him freezing. Ms. Miller, on the other hand, seemed utterly unphased by the weather as she sprinted down each stretch of road.

Tony felt his lungs burn, and his legs ached at the pace. The cold weather froze his face. He was so cold that he felt his eyes tearing up.

All he had was pride at being a man to keep him at her withering running pace. 

That, and his lust.

The bottoms of her butt cheeks protruded from her shorts as she ran. That pushed him to catch up to her, to stay close. He focused on the small of her back, those hips, and that ass as he followed her on mile after pounding mile.

Just when Tony was about to collapse, Ms. Miller suggested that they stop and stretch. For a few, blissful minutes, Tony had an excuse to watch her from close up. Her skin was glistening with her sheen. Her face glowed from her perspiration. Her bra and shorts were visibly darkened from her sweat.

Their run had taken them in a wide loop, with the starting and ending point her home.

Gratefully, Tony slowed his pace down until they arrived at her apartment. As he stopped, his legs were shaky.

"That was awesome!" Ms. Miller said. She was already stretching, with her legs straight out in front of her, and her fingers reaching for her toes.

"Yeah," Tony felt like he could barely breathe, and gratefully sucked down each breath, exhaling it in large steaming clouds.

"We're about the same speed," Ms. Miller said, oblivious to his pain. "We're good running buddies."

"No, you're much faster than me," Tony said honestly. "You're in really great shape."

She paused her stretch and looked up at him sharply. "You're just saying that," she said flatly.

"No, really, Ms. Miller. I already knew you were hot from that first time in your apartment, and I can see that your body isn't just for show."

Ms. Miller seemed to genuinely hesitate at that, and said in a small voice, "I don't really believe you."

"How come?" Tony said slowly.

"You are still the only person to have seen me. Up close, I mean."




My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 07



Tony was amazed to hear that. He loved being the only one to know about his calculus teachers' hot body.

"We had some really great times together, didn't we?" Tony said.

"Really great," Ms. Miller sighed. "You're amazing in bed."

Tony grinned at that. "You're pretty great yourself."

"We had something special. Something fun and awesome. And you totally fucked it up by not being able to keep your dick in your pants," she said, "I realized it was all a lie, everything you said. I felt so tricked."

"That's insane, Ms. Miller. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You're model hot. No, you're lingerie model hot."

She smiled at his feeble attempts to compliment her. "No. My legs are too thick," she said, gesturing weakly at her lower body.

"My tits are too big, and my ass sticks out too much," she said sadly. Now she cupped her left breast in her hand.

Tony went up to her and grabbed her arm. She was sitting on the ground, holding her legs bent in front of her. "No, Ms. Miller. You are a smoking hot teacher."

Tony placed his hand on her thigh. It was slick with sweat. "Your legs are not thick. They're long, and they go on for miles."

Now he moved up to her hip. "Your ass is a work of art. I've seen it up close, and I've dreamed about fucking it."

"I've always wanted you in my ass," Ms. Miller murmured quietly.

Tony continued his movements up her body, now placing the flat of his hand on her taut stomach. It was slick with her sweat. "Your tummy is trim. It's strong, and womanly."

Slowly, he inched the back of his hand up to the bottoms of her breasts, waiting for her to interrupt him. Ms. Miller just looked down at him, waiting for him to continue.

Boldly, Tony cupped her full left tit through her bra. Ms. Miller held her breath as he squeezed her large breast gently. Tony said, "You have the most amazing breasts I have ever seen. They are just the perfect size for your body."

Releasing her, Tony looked directly into her eyes and continued, "And every time we hooked up was like a fantasy. Every time, I had to pinch myself that I could be with the hottest babe I've ever met.

"And I accept that I messed up by fucking Caitlin. Even though I knew I shouldn't have, I totally cheated on you. And I accept that we'll never have the same kind of relationship again. But what I don't accept is that you ever think of yourself as anything less than beautiful."

Tony snapped his mouth shut.

His teacher locked eyes with him. Her eyes were wet.

"So there it is, Ms. Miller. That's the truth, whether you believe me or not."

For a minute, they both sat there, in the freezing cold. Neither of them moved, and Ms. Miller eventually said, "I should go inside. Thanks for running with me."

They both got up slowly, and Tony wondered how to continue the mood.

Then, quite suddenly, he sneezed.

"Oh no," Ms. Miller said with concern, "You're catching a cold! You have to come inside and get washed off right away!"

She pulled him into her apartment. Ms. Miller showed him to the bathroom, where he stripped off his clothes and immediately set the shower at a high temperature. The steaming water cleared his congestion and brought some relief to his aching muscles.

Wearing just a towel, he left the bathroom. He found that Ms. Miller had laid out a bowl of steaming chicken soup for him in the kitchen.

He ate it gratefully while he heard the sound of Ms. Miller taking her own shower.

It seemed like so long ago that he'd spied on her changing, he thought to himself ruefully. A lifetime ago.

The shower stopped. Tony helped himself to another bowl of steaming soup. He felt immensely better.

Ms. Miller padded out to the kitchen where Tony was still eating. She was wearing billowy pajamas. The pajamas had vertical red stripes of varying colors: pink, red, orange and white.

Her shirt was oversized, concealing the shape of her body. Her pajama pants had the same pattern. They were also loose fitting.

She sat down next to him. "Tony?" Ms. Miller said, "You're a really good friend. Thanks for going on a run with me today. And thanks... for what you said."

Tony unsteadily got to his feet. "Yeah, no problem. We should definitely do that again sometime."

"Definitely sometime soon," his teacher said, with a wink.

It sounded like she was dismissing him. Tony desperately thought about a way to continue the mood from outside. 

Ms. Miller stretched, her arms raised above her head in little balls. She groaned a bit from the exertion.

"Hey Ms. Miller? Do you want a massage?" Tony suggested lightly.

"Well..." she said. "I don't know."

"C'mon, it's just a massage. A friendly massage. Definitely what one friend would do for another."

"Well, okay," she said. "I am kind of sore."

Tony, still wearing just a towel, came up behind his teacher where she was sitting at the kitchen table.

He started massaging her trapezoid muscles, then her shoulders.

Ms. Miller groaned and leaned her head forward. Her mass of curly blond hair drooped in front of her face.

Determined to give her a good massage, Tony continued to work and knead her upper back and shoulders. Her muscles were taut under her skin, and Tony could feel the knots loosening as he worked.

"Would you like me to do your lower back too? Your whole back is so tight," Tony said hopefully.

"Yeah, definitely. That feels really good."

"Maybe we could move into the bedroom?" He tried to keep his voice neutral, although he was excited at the possibility of what would come next.

"Yeah. The bedroom would be good," Ms. Miller said.

She stood up, and walked down the hall. Tony trailed after her.

"Thanks, Tony," she said, and settled into a front down position on her bed, her head turned to the right. Her hair was lying in a golden pool to her side.

Tony stepped over to the side of the bed, but realized that Ms. Miller was lying on the middle of it, too far for him to reach.

He paused for a minute, and then crawled onto the bed next to her. Sitting on his knees, his towel loosened slightly around his waist. He began to knead Ms. Miller's back again, this time also working on her lower back.

He realized immediately that her cotton pajamas blocked him from effectively massaging her. They slid along her back as he tried to rub her, bunching up uncomfortably.

After a more few ineffective moments, Tony said, "Ms. Miller? Would you mind taking off your top? For the massage..."

For the massage indeed, a corner of his mind whispered. You want to see your teacher topless!

Ms. Miller paused for a moment, and then said, "Alright, Tony. Maybe just for a few minutes."

She sat up next to him. They were both on their knees in the middle of the bed.

Tony gallantly faced away from her as Ms. Miller unbuttoned her top and slid it off.

"You can look now." She said.

Ms. Miller turned slightly, and then sprawled onto the bed. She was again front down, with her head turned to one side. This time, though, she was topless.

Tony looked down at the sight of his gorgeous teacher, half naked in front of him. She was still wearing her pajama pants, but since she was front down, he could see her shapely butt. Her toned back lay naked on full display in front of him. The sides of her full breasts were still visible, pressed to her sides by her position.

Tony again moved on top of her. Still wearing only his towel, he straddled her body with his knees, with his ass suspended directly above hers. He used both hands to rub her back with intensity. She groaned in appreciation.

He stood up on his knees behind Ms. Miller to get the best leverage, and began to kneed her back and neck. This time, his hands made close contact with her skin, and the massage was much firmer.

Her lower back had more muscle than he had expected. It was tight, and his massage was tough going at first. Tony used his elbow at some of the worst trouble spots. After a good, solid five minutes, Ms. Miller was groaning in appreciation. Her arms hung limply at her sides as she relaxed.

From his vantage point, Tony could see the sides of her breasts from where they extended beyond her slim torso. They looked unbelievably round and full. 

After about ten more minutes of kneading and pushing, Tony backed off to rest. He sat lightly on his knees, touching her calves with his thighs as he did so.

"Do you want me to do your legs too?" Tony asked quietly.

"God yes," Ms. Miller moaned, still in obvious enjoyment of his work.

"But your pants..." Tony trailed off. He didn't want to push the issue.

She paused for a moment, and then said, "You want to take off my pants? Isn't that a bit too much, Tony? We are just friends after all."

"Well, I know your legs must be burning up after our run. I was just thinking about how sore they must feel."

Ms. Miller thought about this, and then said, "Could you take them off for me? I don't want to move."

So Tony leaned forward and reached into Ms. Miller's waistband. He slowly pulled down her striped pajama pants.

Ms. Miller was wearing pink cotton panties, with little red kiss marks dotting them. They were cut in a triangle in the back, and were tied by little string laces to her hips. Her ass looked amazing, perfect. It rose in a dramatic curve from her hips. It was astonishingly rounded; Tony salivated just looking at it.

His calculus teacher was now lying in front of him completely naked except for her panties. He was so close to her that her perfect, heart-shaped ass looked huge to him. Her smooth, endlessly long legs stretched out invitingly to him.

Appreciatively, Tony ran one hand along the curve of her ass, starting from the waist, rising up in a smooth crest to its highest point, and then quickly dropping to where her butt connected to her thighs. Ms. Miller moaned but didn't make any effort to move.

Although he had had fucked her before, even from behind, there was a long stretch where Tony didn't know if he'd ever enjoy his teacher's body again. That made him hungry.

He worked slowly and deliberately to massage her legs, first one thigh, and then the other. He kneaded her large calves one by one, using his elbow in trouble areas.

He'd fantasized about doing just what was doing now, rubbing her long silky legs again. He worked his way back up her body, working past her knees and thighs.

For a long time now, he'd thought about seizing this moment. He longed desperately to push their encounter further.

So Tony leaned down, very close to his teacher's ass, and deliberately touched his nose to the area deep between her legs. It was covered with underwear, but Tony could still feel her pubic hair. He took a very deliberate sniff.

Ms. Miller had frozen when Tony had first touched his face to her innermost area. She waited until the sniff was done, then sat up and protested, "Control yourself Tony! That was so naughty!"

"I'm very naughty, teacher. So naughty. It won't happen again," Tony said breathlessly. He moved off of her legs and sat on his knees facing her. He hoped that she would initiate the sexual encounter he so desired.

Ms. Miller would not take the bait. Instead, still holding the blanket to her chest, she turned halfway off the bed and looked at him.

The blanket covering her chest was grey cotton and had hanging fringes on its edge. Her left hand was delicately holding it in place while her right arm cradled her head. Her left leg was curled on top of her, highlighting the lovely curve of her ass and legs.

To his relief, she had a slight smile on her face. A long silence stretched between them. Tony wondered what his teacher was thinking.

"I should get dressed," Ms. Miller said finally, breaking the silence between them.

Tony was secretly thrilled that he had gotten to touch her crotch and to smell her womanhood. Ms. Miller didn't seem upset or angry. But she also didn't seem like she was going to escalate their encounter.

He leaned forward and slowly stroked her bare arm with his hand. She didn't pull away, and they both watched his hand as it moved up and down her skin.

"Unless you can control yourself, Tony. We are just friends, after all," Ms. Miller said quietly.

She lay down again on the bed in front of him.

He continued to work on her back, relishing the feel of her smooth skin on his palms. He continued to knead her large calves and tight thighs. Now he worked his way up to her ass, and continued his work. He began rubbing her panty-sheathed ass, enjoying the feel of her silky underwear. The kiss marks on her panties danced as her ass jiggled with his motions.

"Ms. Miller?" Tony said. "Now your panties are getting in the way."

Ms. Miller sighed, and then said, "Just don't stop, Tony. Do anything you want."

Tony leaned forward, and then hooked one finger on each side of her panties. She raised her hips slightly to accommodate him. He slid her panties down her hips, then past her long legs entirely. Finally, he dropped them on the ground, off the bed.

Now she was completely nude. Tony massaged his teacher's ass with abandon, rubbing first one delicious globe, and then the other. Now he pushed the two perfect buttocks together, delighting in the sight and feel of mashing his teacher's ass with his hands.

Ms. Miller just sighed and continued to encourage him. "That feels so good, Tony."

Tony moved himself on top of her again, straddling the backs of her thighs and knees. He was dressed in only a towel, and it quickly became undone. Tony tossed it off the bed as well.

Now he was totally naked on top of his teacher, who was also nude. She didn't seem to notice, and continued groaning in appreciation as he rubbed his hands all over her body.

Leaning forward, Tony pretended to focus on closely massaging her upper back again. But he was really positioning himself, and his semi-erect cock fell directly between her thighs, resting lightly between her ass cheeks.

Tony continued rubbing his teacher, wondering how long she would let him do this. As he began to work her, his penis continued to get more and more erect, until now it was full and hard. Now he was intentionally rubbing her erect cock back and forth over her ass!

He leaned forward over her and rubbed her ribcage and her chest. He inched his hands closer and closer to her large, firm breasts, still mashed beneath her.

He began to stroke the sides of her breasts gently, relishing the feeling of her warm smooth warm skin on his hands.

Tony could see Ms. Miller begin to breathe harder and harder, and noticed her hands begin to grip her bed sheets.

Ms. Miller eased herself up, raising her chest off the bed slightly and allowing him more access to her breasts. Now Tony filled each palm with them, continuing to rub them more and more intensely. He began to tweak her full nipples through his fingers. He was now thrusting his cock up and down the crack of her ass.

Ms. Miller groaned, and Tony said, "Could I just have one kiss, Ms. Miller? One kiss for old times' sake."

"Just one, Tony. She turned her face to one side, and raised herself fully on her elbows. Tony, now resting his full weight on her back, eagerly pushed himself forward to kiss her hot mouth. 

Her tongue snaked out into his mouth, probing it and rubbing his teeth. His tongue began to wrestle with hers, pushing forward and back.

His full weight sprawled on her back, with his cock now sandwiched entirely between her ass cheeks. To his delight, she was pushing back against him slightly, her ass pressing rhythmically into his crotch.

They continued to kiss for a moment, with him on her back. He could feel her grow increasingly excited as they continued to french kiss, with both of them naked.

She pulled her mouth away, and rested her head on her forearms. Tony pulled away a little, shifting his weight off of her.

Still under him, Ms. Miller said seriously, "Tony. I want you to know that I am glad that we are friends again."

Tony replied, "I am so glad too. We are definitely good friends."

Tony shifted his weight so he was lying below his teacher's naked body. She parted her legs and he sat between the "V" between her thighs. Very slowly and deliberately, he let the tip of his hard cock rub over her pussy lips. The dark blond hairs were wet with her moisture.

Feeling him probe her, Ms. Miller groaned out, "Tony, what are you doing?"

"You're just so beautiful, Ms. Miller. I just can't help it," Tony said. Holding his shaft in his hand, he rubbed it up and down her wet bottom.

They continued like that for a minute, Tony flicking her in her innermost place with the head of his cock.

"You really think so, Tony? You really think I'm beautiful?" she asked innocently.

"Yes, Ms. Miller. You are the hottest woman I have ever met, and I have never wanted anything more than to fuck you senseless," Tony replied.

Then Ms. Miller very deliberately lifted herself to her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes heavily lidded under her thick eyelashes. Her lustrous hair draped down, framing her elegant face.

"Then I want you to fuck me doggy style."

Tony stood up on his knees. He situated himself directly behind her. He could see her golden, heart-shaped ass. It was perfect.

He put his hands on her hips, steadying her and allowing him to aim his cock. He lined up his cock at her cunt. Its dark blond hairs were already wet from her own desire.

This time, Tony knew a little more about sex. He pushed gently with his cock until he felt her pussy lips separate, accepting the helmet of his organ. Then he thrust into her. He could feel his shaft slide deeper in under her ass flesh, deeper into her pussy, until it was completely buried by her luscious hole.

She was as hot and tight as when he had fucked her before. The sensations were heightened by the sight of her naked back and delicious ass in front of him. 

Ms. Miller gripped the sheets while he took her from behind. Tony paused his fucking to lean over her body and kiss her. She was taller than him, so he had to plant little kisses on her back and shoulders. Her damp hair still smelled of shampoo.

Ms. Miller was making little sighs and moans of pleasure. She looked back over her shoulder and said, "God I missed this, Tony. You're so amazing."

In amazement, Tony said, "You're the amazing one, Ms. Miller. I love being so close to your tight ass."

"Say it again, Tony. Say that you like my body again."

He rubbed her hourglass shaped body with his hands, delighting in her broad hips and narrow waist.

Tony said, "Your body is awesome, Ms. Miller. Right now I'm rubbing your body. It's so sexy and curvy. Ungh!" Pleased, she pushed back at him. He could feel her cunt flex and squeeze his cock like a vise.

"And I love your hips. Your waist is so narrow. Ungh! Ungh!"

He leaned over again and began to roughly paw at her tits, hanging like ripe cantaloupes beneath her.

"Your tits! God! Fucking your tits was the best moment of my life! Can we study together again?" He panted.

"Yes, my student. We can study together again whenever you want."

Tony slid his cock halfway out of her. With each stroke, her pussy lips would resist him, almost trying to pull him back. Then he would push forward again, sliding into her slick depths easily. He pulled her hips back with each stroke, slamming her rear with his thighs and crotch. She pushed back at him with her ass, making each stroke a little harder and deeper than the one before.

They were increasing in intensity as they picked up the pace. The sound of their thighs slapping together began to ring throughout her bedroom.

Suddenly, Ms. Miller climaxed, her vagina spasming around his cock as she cried out in pleasure. She collapsed until she lay sprawled face first on the bed.

He pulled his cock out of her pussy. The head of his penis came out slowly, as if reluctant to give up her tight canal.




My Teacher Ms. Miller Ch. 07



Tony hadn't cum yet, and wanted more. He wondered how far he could push this.

She lay in front of him, face to the side and panting slightly from their exertion.

Tony sat on his haunches behind her. Her legs were still spread to accommodate him.

He took one of his hands and put it at the top of her beautiful ass. He slowly worked his way down to her sphincter, a crinkly brown star between her ass cheeks. He could feel her tense up, considering this new development.

After she didn't object, he leaned forward and planting his face in her ass, licked her right in the asshole. She had just taken a shower, so it was clean. When she moaned and pushed back at him, he stuck his tongue and traced the rim of it.

"I don't know Tony. I don't know if I can do it again," she said.

"Please, Ms. Miller. Just a little bit. Please. I love your ass so much." He continued to lavish attention on your ass, licking her lush ass. From up close, he could see the small goose bumps forming on the smooth skin of her rear.

"I've never done that before, Tony. You'll have to teach me what to do," she said softly. She began to prop herself up again on her hands and knees. Her ass once again swayed seductively in the air.

Tony pushed his stiff cock until it was lined up directly between her butt cheeks. It bobbed as he moved forward between her legs again. The head stopped right at her anus.

"Are you going to fuck me in the ass, Tony? Are you going to fuck your poor teacher in the ass?" she whispered at him.

His cock was still shining from her wetness. He held its shaft so that its tip stayed steady on the unblinking eye of his target. She began sighing again and pushed back against him. The motion allowed the wet head of his cock to penetrate her asshole.

Inch by inch, Tony pushed his cock deeper into his teacher's ass. He could see his length begin to disappear into her perfect behind. Her anal sphincter squeeze him as he worked, intensifying the sensation.

He reached one finger around her hips and ran it along her pussy lips. He could tell Ms. Miller was gritting her teeth and trying to relax, helping him violate her.

"Oh Tony. Your cock feels so good in there. Like it was made to be home."

When he was about half way in, he paused. He didn't feel like he could push in any more because it was just too tight.

He began easing it out again. It was still incredibly tight, and the feeling of friction on his dick was amazing. Amazingly, Ms. Miller began to murmur her protest, saying that she wanted him back in her ass.

Before he left her entirely, he began pushing forward again. It was hotter and tighter than he believed possible!

The second time, he managed to push himself all the way in. His cock was planted deep in her luscious, perfectly formed ass. Her ass was like a vise, gripping his penis tightly with its hot depths. He groaned with pleasure and whispered his thanks to his teacher.

Holding on tightly to her narrow waist and hips, he sawed into her again. His orgasm was building quickly. Her head was turned over her shoulder, and he could see her face locked in a mask of pleasure and pain.

She was crying out, and Tony thought he was hurting her, but she would push back at him with the same rhythm he was using. "Oh Tony! Fuck me! Fuck your teacher in the ass!"

Pausing, he used his hands to rub her gorgeous back and shoulders. His hands found their way to her hanging breasts again. He kneaded them, first gently, and then more roughly as he found that she liked it.

"You're so gorgeous like this, baby. You're so hot and I can't believe I'm fucking you."

She began to grind her ass against his hips, working his cock around inside herself while her perfect ass rubbed against her thighs.

"Fuck me, Tony! Just keep fucking your poor teacher!!! Fuck me in the ass!"

Ms. Miller orgasmed loudly, screaming out and biting her sheets. He climaxed inside her ass, spasming his semen directly into her rectum. He collapsed on top of her, his twitching dick still locked into her anus.