6 comments/ 81729 views/ 4 favorites Sexy Classroom By: Sensa8 Brianna Dawson was a 25-year-old married teacher at Central Valley High School as of last year. She had always been considered attractive. At about 5'7", 120 pounds, perfect C-cup breasts and a firm ass that stuck out a bit no matter how she tried to hide it under business suits, she really was very attractive. Just last summer, Brianna had married Ben Dawson, a communications Vice President for a large defense consultation firm. Ben was tall, tanned, slender but fit. Their marriage had sparked hundreds of conversations about the amazing possibility of knockout looks in any child they had together. She knew she was probably the most attractive teacher at the 1,700-student high school where she taught. Sticking to the facts, she was the youngest and fittest. All the other teachers and staff were at forty or above, save Mr. Snelling, who was overweight and acne-scarred at 29. Still, she never really let her mind dwell on the fact that she might be the object of every boy student's fantasy. Mrs. Dawson knew that such ideas would interfere with her teaching, and she was right. One afternoon, however, her attitude shifted slightly. All day long things had been frustrating. Her husband was away at a weeklong conference, which was annoying and stressful for a whole list of reasons. Today, Wednesday, was smack in the middle of the week. The kids were worn out, Mrs. Dawson did not want to be there either and so classroom chemistry was not up to par at all. During the lunch break, she chose not to deal with the little gossipy games played in the henhouse also known as the teachers lounge. Instead, she remained exiled in her classroom where she munched away at her salad. Without other people's dismal conversations to distract her, she finished her lunch early and decided to just sit back in her comfortable swivel chair for a moment and relax. Her mind began wandering leisurely through various thoughts. For some reason, her mind was on a student of hers, 18-year-old Eric Mansen. Eric was tall, slender and fit like her husband. Unlike her husband, he had short cut light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a basketball star, popular with the girls yet amazingly quiet and modest. And he had made a near-perfect score in Mrs. Dawson's "Rooster test". The Rooster test was a game Mrs. Dawson sometimes allowed herself to play in extremely idle moments. The goal of the game was to determine a man's cock size just by the way they were built, the way they walked, sat and talked. She knew it was silly, but it helped pass the time when she was on lunch duty or parking lot duty. Eric Mansen scored high because he was tall, fit, and slender. He had size 13 shoes-always a good sign-and fairly large hands. He always seemed most comfortable sitting with his legs apart, as if inviting any passing women to just look at the space between his fit thighs. Now, content and rested after lunch and comparative silence, Mrs. Dawson found herself wondering if her guesses were right. Of course, she never had any chance to find out if her Rooster game actually worked, except on her husband. She had been right with Ben, which was pleasant for her ego and for her pussy. But now Ben had been away for a few days and Mrs. Dawson let her mind wander. She shifted slightly in the chair, then instantly froze. As she had moved, she felt an almost imperceptible wetness in her silken undies. Her eyes widened in shock. Had she actually gotten wet over a few seconds of arousal? Glancing out the small window set in her door to ensure nobody was walking by, Mrs. Dawson quickly slid her soft hand down under the hem of her business-attire pants. She curved her fingers and sought the familiar wet, warm folds of her shaven pussy. Again, her eyes widened and she felt her heat race. She wasn't just wet-she had slowly gotten herself soaked. Mrs. Dawson let go for a moment and moaned. Her finger softly began tweaking her hardened clit back and forth and she moaned again. In her minds eye, she could see Ben walking in and undressing her, then bending her over the desk and starting to fuck her. Still in the fantasy, Mrs. Dawson thought again of being fucked over her desk. Only this time, Eric's lean, sculpted chest appeared behind her and the imaginary cock buried between her smooth legs was suddenly longer and fatter. Eric's dick was not only filling her pussy but cramming it full. Brianna Dawson was surprised at the wrongness of this thought, but kept pleasuring herself. Then she shook her head, stopped her fingers and took a deep breath. She glanced over at the clock on the wall just as the bell rang. Her next class would be in moments and here she was, masturbating over one of her own students... "Damn!" she swore, realizing that Eric was in that very next class. She quickly pulled her hand out of her pants, tidied up her lunch and pulled papers towards her just as the first students entered the room... Eric Mansen entered Mrs. Dawson's Contemporary Lit. class and found his usual desk in the back row. Mrs. Dawson was passing back corrected papers and as she passed him, he stole his usual surreptitious, admiring stare at her fine body. Today she wore a blouse and he could see where the space between two of the buttons had expanded slightly, allowing a glance under her shirt and onto a lacy bra, supporting the most amazing breast he had ever seen. But as Mrs. Dawson passed him, he was suddenly snapped out of his reverie by the unmistakable scent of an aroused, wetted pussy. Eric was shocked and his cock, slowly hardening in response to the glance inside her shirt, was now suddenly rock solid. Eric quickly sniffed again as she walked by his desk. No doubt about it, she was reeking of pussy juice... Later on, during a ten minute spontaneous essay writing block, Eric got up to staple his paper together. As he walked to Mrs. Dawson's desk, she looked up at him. They locked eyes and Eric coolly held his gaze as he continued to stride forward. Was Mrs. Dawson starting to flush? He couldn't tell... Eric reached her desk and deliberately went to the wrong side. "Excuse me, Mrs. Dawson." He said politely and reached across for the stapler. As he did so, his hand "accidentally" brushed her tits. Eric heard her draw in her breath, but she didn't move. Eric tried to calmly staple his paper. He then reached back, his hand lingering for a second too long this time. She looked at him and the sparks were almost visible. Both of them were restrained only by the fact that there were other students about a foot away. Eric returned to his seat in the back of the room. He noticed Mrs. Dawson deliberately was not looking at him now. But the one time she did cast a lingering glance in his direction, he deliberately reached down, grabbed his hard organ and gave it a quick stroke through his pants. Five minutes later, the bell rang for the end of school... If any readers would like to hear more, please let me know! Comments help! Sexy Classroom Ep. 02 Authors note: Just to recap from last time: Eric returned to his seat in the back of the room. He noticed Mrs. Dawson deliberately was not looking at him now. But the one time she did cast a lingering glance in his direction, he deliberately reached down, grabbed his hard organ and gave it a quick stroke through his pants. Five minutes later, the bell rang for the end of school... * Brianna Dawson had realized she was unbelievably aroused just thinking about Eric and she had to live out the rest of her class that day with the uncomfortable realization that her pussy was soaked. During class, Eric's "accidental" brushing of her tits made things worse. She couldn't even look at him by the end of class. And of course, when she did, he had stroked his cock through his pants! She couldn't control herself-her eyes had locked onto it. It was so big! She could see the outline through his jeans! Brianna Dawson felt so weak at the knees and so dizzy she had moved quickly back to her seat and had sat firmly until the bell rang for the end of class, and the end of school. Then of course, Eric was there. Standing in front of her desk, the rest of the classroom empty, the hallway outside even had quieted after a few minutes. She didn't look at him, instead shuffling papers, trying to breathe normally. She had to stay in control. Her job, her reputation, her marriage...she had to stay in control. This was ridiculous. "Can I help you, Eric?" she asked, still not looking up. Eric didn't answer right away. He hesitated, shifting from one foot to the other. He walked, idly, around the desk, standing now at it's side, to Mrs. Dawson's left. "Well, Mrs. Dawson-" he replied slowly "I was kinda hoping I could help you." "Help me?" she asked quickly. Her eyes were still on papers, but she didn't actually register what they were. "How can you help me exactly, Eric?" She let the question hang there and fought for breath, all while trying desperately to look distracted and removed from the situation. "Maybe with this..." he said. Suddenly, his hands were on her. One massive hand was flat against her chest, holding her back in her chair. The other snaked down her pants, curved around and suddenly had found the sodden mess of her pussy. Brianna Dawson moaned as his fingers sank into her. Eric watched, aroused and amused. This amazingly hot teacher was soaked! His hard-on twitched, but he waited, pleasuring her. The phone on the wall rang. Mrs. Dawson snapped out of her daze in an instant. She pulled Eric's hand away, moved to the phone and after a breath, answered somewhat shakily: "Hello?" The voice on the other end spoke and Mrs. Dawson responded. A conversation started and Eric waited, torn as to what to do next. Finally, she hung up the phone and stood there, one hand on the phone, facing the wall, her back to him. Eric moved behind her, put his hands on her sides, ground his hard, waiting-to-be-pleased cock against her fine ass. "Eric...no. We can't. I can't. I-I-have a meeting to go to anyway." She turned, went to her desk, gathered a planner and a manila folder and marched out of the room, leaving him alone. Thursday and Friday, Mrs. Dawson did not have Eric's class. She avoided him in school and Eric decided to let things cool before approaching her again. Saturday was a community, inter-school field day. The elementary school, middle school and high school had rented a field some miles out of town and had a day of races, games, picnics and so forth. Mrs. Dawson had already signed up to man one of the refreshment tents. She knew Eric would be there. And yet, she left her name on the list of volunteers and showed up for her shift Saturday afternoon. Five minutes into her time, there he was. "Hi Mrs. Dawson." Eric greeted her. "Hey Eric." She replied. Any thoughts of what had sparked between them before were now gone. She was focused, she was in control, she wasn't going back there again. Not ever. Eric opened his mouth to say something, but from the direction of the field came the clatter of a megaphone. They were announcing the start of the kid's 100 meter race. Eric looked over, he had signed up to help and to later run in the adult 100 meter dash. He looked back at Brianna. "Aren't you helping?" she asked coolly. "Look's like they're ready to go." Eric looked crestfallen and nodded his head. "Yeah. See you, Mrs. Dawson." Suddenly overcome with a sensation of panic-that she was losing some kind of chance or conquest-Brianna leaned in and gently patted his amazingly muscular ass. "Good luck." She whispered. Eric's cocky grin could have lit up the night. He sprinted off to where the little kids were lining up and positively thrummed with energy. Brianna watched the race, part of her admiring Eric as he trounced the adult sprint. Part of her was in turmoil again. She hated herself for being so suddenly flirty and caving in to carnal lusts. But another part of her reveled, fed off of the emotions she had gotten from it. And that part of her screamed for more. After the race, Eric came jogging over to the tent, all sweaty from his exploits. Brianna Dawson saw him, his cut off sleeves showing his muscular, tanned arms, his broad and smiling face, the way something big and heavy dangled in his shorts. She felt that inner churn of arousal flare up inside her, tried to fight it off, tried to ignore it. Eric hadn't actually gotten over to her yet, he was getting a drink from another table. Before he could reach her, Brianna had left the tent. She just had to get out, to get fresh air, to renew her resolve to stay away from him. Mrs. Dawson strode across the parking lot and into a secluded little area with a view of the river. She sat on a bench and watched the river, thinking about the power of it's flowing, moving currents. Suddenly, hands, big powerful hands snaked down her chest from behind. They reached her tits and softly began caressing them through her thin summer shirt. Brianna smelled the heavy, masculine sweat of a man and despite herself, moaned. Her eyes fluttered half-shut in pleasure and she leaned her head back. It rested itself against firm flesh, a man's naked chest. Brianna moaned and looked up. Eric was standing over her, looking down at her with complete, consuming lust. He leant down then and his lips met hers. They kissed and Brianna felt electrified. The slow, smoldering lust in her pussy erupted. She couldn't control herself. She turned in the bench and knelt upright on it, facing Eric. Her hands roamed over his big, well developed chest. Eric sighed deeply and stroked her hair lovingly, holding her head tight against his washboard abs. One of his hands strayed down her back and grasped her ass through her mini shorts. Now his warm, big fingers curved upwards and he was feeling her bare ass, shielded only by a skimpy thong. Brianna Dawson caved. She leant into him, her hands on his perfectly shaped pecks as he groped her ass. She enjoyed it, she wanted more. She pushed against his hand, she felt her wetness increase as he slowly put his other hand on her ass, then moved both of them up her sides and around the front of her shorts. Eric began rubbing her through the skimpy thong, torture for both of them. "Just come fuck me." She growled at him. "I might just do that." He replied. His fingers pushed the fabric of her thong aside and sank themselves in her tight twat. She moaned loudly, she didn't care if anyone saw or heard them. In fact, she was running so hot right now she wanted everyone to know she was going to fuck Eric's brains out. "Oh Eric! I need your cock!" she screamed. Her hands came off his chest and started fumbling with his pants, frantically trying to get at that big juicy pecker in his pants. Eric came around to the other side of the bench and stood in front of it. She turned to face him. By the time she did, the basketball player had finished her work for her. Her student's cock stood tall, proud and so fucking thick! Right in her face. Mrs. Dawson's eyes widened and she gasped with shock. But before she could collect herself, Eric had grabbed her by the back of her head, pulled her forward and thrust with his hips. Suddenly she was gagging, trying to fit that big cock in her mouth all of a sudden. Eric didn't hesitate, he just stood there, moaning, letting her suck him off. It was rough at first, but then she got down to a rhythm. Then she got hungry for it. Here she was, almost nude now that Eric's hands had helped unbutton and slip off her shirt, in the middle of the park, sucking her student's big dick. Eric's hands slipped down to caress her boobs. They were free, and so soft and warm. They hung there as she sucked him, so warm and so pert looking. He moaned as his teacher sucked him off and gently twisted her nipples. She moaned and the vibrations in her mouth made his cock twinge. She felt it and stopped sucking. "I want you to fuck me." She told him in a husky, lustful voice. To be continued... Sexy Classroom Ep. 03 Review from last time: Eric came around to the other side of the bench and stood in front of it. She turned to face him. By the time she did, the basketball player had finished her work for her. Her student's cock stood tall, proud and so fucking thick! Right in her face. Mrs. Dawson's eyes widened and she gasped with shock. But before she could collect herself, Eric had grabbed her by the back of her head, pulled her forward and thrust with his hips. Suddenly she was gagging, trying to fit that big cock in her mouth all of a sudden. Eric didn't hesitate, he just stood there, moaning, letting her suck him off. It was rough at first, but then she got down to a rhythm. Then she got hungry for it. Here she was, almost nude now that Eric's hands had helped unbutton and slip off her shirt, in the middle of the park, sucking her student's big dick. Eric's hands slipped down to caress her boobs. They were free, and so soft and warm. They hung there as she sucked him, so warm and so pert looking. He moaned as his teacher sucked him off and gently twisted her nipples. She moaned and the vibrations in her mouth made his cock twinge. She felt it and stopped sucking. "I want you to fuck me." She told him in a husky, lustful voice. * Eric stared for a second and then said, his voice a hoarse and reverent whisper: "Lay down, Mrs. Dawson." She smiled as she lay back leisurely on the bench. Eric's eyes widened again as he saw his teacher there, this hot older woman who wanted to be fucked right now. Her tits bounced slightly as she shifted, the nipples hard and aroused. Eric put his big hands on her hips and slowly slipped her shorts and thong down her legs. He pulled them off and tossed them on the ground in a heap of lacy bra's, boxers, jeans, shorts, and a thong. Centeral Valley School's Mrs. Brianna Dawson moaned and spread her tanned legs. "Come fuck me Eric. Maybe I can give you an "A" on that report about African American authorship." He sneered at her as he discarded his shoes and moved up to the bench. "Listen to the little English teacher." He mocked. "My report on African American authorship. Huh. Let's see what you have to say when you feel this big cock inside you." Mrs. Dawson's eyes grew wide and a blush rose to her fair complexion. From her bald pussy came the waft of a woman in heat. Eric grasped his hard shaft and moved it into position. It's big head poked at her tight entrance, getting wet from the juices leaking out around it. "Yeah...that's it baby...do me...fuck me good." She whispered, her eyes rolling in pleasure. She had a hand on each of her perfect titties and was softly pinching her nipples in anticipation. Suddenly, they both heard the unmistakable sound of voices nearby. Eric didn't care and was all for thrusting his massive business into his fine teacher's twat. He began to thrust again but Brianna stopped him. "No." she said. "They'll find us and it will be all over. Later, I promise. Tommorow-my house. Your T.S. Eliot paper needs work." They locked eyes for a moment. Eric was frustrated and considering fucking her good anyway. Her pretty eyes were firm in their resolve, but her pussy told a different story. The voices sounded again, closer, louder. Eric decided. He got off the bench, they both dressed quickly. Eric grasped his teacher one more time before she headed back out of the woods and kissed her deeply. She melted right into him and her tongue slipped smoothly into his mouth. Then she was gone. The next morning...Sunday... Mrs. Dawson had just gotten out of a soothing, warm morning shower when she heard the doorbell ring. All she had on was a pair of sensible, comfortable cotton panties. Slyly, she opted just to put on her satin robe and greet Eric that way. She walked through the quiet, tasteful house to the front door. Behind her, in the kitchen, she had laid out all the materials they would need to work on Eric's so far botched report on the works of T.S. Eliot. She opened the door into the sunny front lawn. Eric was standing on the front stepped, dressed in jeans and a close-fitting t-shirt. His eyes widened and Brianna could imagine that hard dick growing as he saw how she was dressed. It made her feel so sexy to turn on this powerful, hormone crazed 18-year old cock so easily. She smiled at him. "Welcome Eric. Ready to work on that report?" Eric nodded as he came in. He held up an arm that had papers and a folder in it. "Yes I am, Mrs. Dawson." She shut the door behind him and turned around. He watched her with that big grin and one of his warm hands was at the satin edge of her robe, pulling it out and sliding down to rest on one of her boobs, still warm and wet from the shower. She moaned as he cupped it and started tweaking her nipple. Then she stopped. "No. We'll do some real work today. Come on, into the kitchen." They sat at the kitchen table and talked about the report. Eric kept casting lingering glances at his teacher, but she was quite cool and professional and ignored him. Well, almost. After they had discussed things and Eric had settled in to re-write a piece, Brianna "accidentally" slipped her hand into his lap. She just had to wrap her fingers around this boy's huge sausage. Just once, right now. She found it easily and felt it through his pants. God, it was so big. Eric was turning to face her now, putting his pen down. She quickly stopped and told him: "Sorry. No. Not yet." The phone rang. It was across the hall, in the dining room. As Brianna got up to retrieve it, her robe flopped open and Eric was treated/tortured to a view of her massive naked breasts, just hanging there, begging to be touched. Brianna Dawson turned and grinned at him. "No. Finish your work. We'll see about play after I'm off the phone." She went into the dining room and picked up. "Hello?" "Hey lovie." Came the familiar voice of her tall, tanned and handsome husband, Ben Dawson. "How is everything?" "Ben! It's great to hear from you! What's going on?" "Ah, we're out for a minute and I figured I'd give you a call." Eric, eavesdropping from the kitchen, worried. He didn't want Mrs. Dawson, talking to Mr. Dawson, to suddenly be overcome with remorse and turn into a cold fish. So he had an idea. It was a bit wild, could backfire on him, but his cock was in command, not his brain. So he snuck out of the kitchen and into the dining room, quietly. Mrs. Dawson was giggling about something when Eric put his hands on her shoulders. She jumped a little, but did not say anything and did not turn around. In fact, she leaned back against him and continued talking. Eric slowly slipped the robe off her. Again, she was very, very willing and let it fall to the ground. Eric let one hand maul her left breast while the other slipped her cotton panties off. His hard-on became almost painful as she stepped out of the panties. This was so easy! His English teacher was so willing! She was letting him strip her while she was chatting on the phone with her own husband! Eric grew more confidant. He unbuttoned his own pants, slid them down a bit. As he did so, he also moved Brianna forward and had her bend over the table top, so that her ass was presented to his cock, now sprung free from his boxers and standing tall. And Brianna Dawson was still talking calmly to her husband. "Everythings fine here, hon. How is the confrence going? How are the women out on the coast there?" Ben laughed. "They're awfully seductive and fine looking, but I'd settle for a piece of that English teacher back home right now." "So would-OH GOD yes-so would I." she said as Eric began fucking her from behind. Ben laughed again. "Don't wet yourself there." Brianna tried not to moan. If he only knew. She was so far beyond wetting herself...it was like an ocean down there...she could hear the sloppy noise as Eric's big meatpole slid in and out of her warm insides. Eric put his hands on her hips and began fucking her in time. He pulled her fine body back to meet his cock as he thrust. Her body shuddered and she moaned as she began to get really well fucked. "Oh...God...yes..." "Brianna? What the hell's going on?" Ben demanded. "Tell him what's happening." Eric ordered softly in her ear. To reinforce this, he thrust a little faster and his fingers found her clit and began strumming it back and forth. Brianna's head hung limp and despite all her controls-she moaned! But instead of regretting it, she caved in and the idea of this began making her hotter. "Uhm...oh God yes...oh Ben...my...ugh...student...is fucking me!" Silence from the other end. Then a sound from the speaker as if Ben had drawn in his breath sharply. "Really?" he asked. "That's right..and it feels so good...oh yeah...baby...oh...he's here...he's fucking me, Ben. His cock feels so big!" Eric rewarded this by putting both hands on her tits and pinching her nipples just the way she liked it. Brianna Dawson moaned louder and ground herself back against Eric. His cock sank even deeper and she flung her head back in triumph. Now she set the pace, thrusting herself back against him. "Oh-I'm fucking him, Benny. I'm fucking him so good. Oh God-you should see his face. Oh! His big balls are slapping against my wet pussy! Oh yeah this feels so fucking good!" Silence on the line. Brianna moaned loudly and flung her head back again. Her eyes rolled back deep into her head. "Oh YES...oh he's fucking my cunt so good and your not here to do anything about it. Damn-he fills me right up...oh...he's pumping me full...oh God I am so frigging wet right now! That's right baby! Squeeze my tits! Oh you love my amazing tits don't you? Feel how they bounce when you fuck me! Ohhh yeeaahhh..." On the other side of the country, dressed in a crisp business suit and standing in a secluded alcove inside the Greenspa Confrence Center, Ben Dawson found he had a rock solid boner. As he listened to the taboo scene being relayed to him from home, his hand inadvertently slipped down the front of his suit and gave his cock a few quick strokes through the fabric. His heart pounding, his conciousness transferred to his hard 8" cock, Ben found himself whispering into the phone: "That's right baby. Fuck him good. Make him cum all over you baby. Oh God...that's so hot...Oh. What's this kid's name?" "Oh...Eric...oh God...Eric!" came the moaning reply. "Eric? Talk to me, buddy." Ben said. "Hello?" came the grunted, distracted reply. "Listen up good, son. When I get home, I want my wife well lubricated and serviced. I want her to behave like a good, broken-in little slut. Make sure she's nice and horny and ready for me. Is that clear?" "Uh...yes...sir...I'll do all that." Eric groaned. There was a slapping noise in the background as Brianna fucked him like an inhuman machine. "Good." Ben replied. He heard voices and footsteps nearby. "I look forward to meeting you, Eric. Enjoy." And he hung up, fighting to hide his erection, just as his secretary poked her head into the alcove. "Oh-there you are!" she said perkily. "They're ready to resume." Ben was so frustrated, so horny. He smiled his magical smile at her. "Thanks Kerri. And Kerri-" She turned to face him again, smiling. Ben took her in with a sly glance. Her dirty blonde hair was cut to shoulder length and it framed her pretty face nicely. She was dressed in a professional black blouse and a short gray mini-skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. "You look very, very...fine today." He told her, stepping forward. He grinned and took her arm and they locked eyes.