5 comments/ 60124 views/ 6 favorites Teacher Appreciation By: minor diety All through my senior year I had watched him. The way his jeans hugged his tight ass when he wrote on the chalk board, the beautifully muscled forearms that hung below the rolled sleeves of his shirt, he haunted my daydreams and my fantasies. Where English and History had for years been the classes I had most looked forward to, that year Science was my favorite class and it was all because of Mr. Mayfield. He was really not a lot older than his students, perhaps three or four years out of teachers’ college, but he was dynamic and really enjoyed teaching. That alone made the subject more interesting, but his compact, lean body and his shoulder length black hair made him a delight to look at as well. Girls who had never before shown interest in Science classes signed up for electives in droves and the bolder ones wore short skirts and low cut tops in a brazen effort to attract his attention. To his great credit, he never gave it, never strayed an inch over the teacher/student boundaries that are set by school and society, but the girls tried just the same. I was more introverted, sat in the middle of the class and learned the lessons while watching and wanting. I was never overt, never bold enough to try to get him to gaze my way, never let on my lust. I was young, inexperienced and conditioned well to my role as student. I knew my fantasies were just that and that I had no hope of realizing them, at least not then. That spring I graduated and went off to college the next fall. All thoughts of Mr. Mayfield vanished from my mind as I immersed myself in my new environment and found new friends. There were boyfriends, of course, but nothing serious, and I came home summers to work at my parents’ store. I ran into him the summer after my junior year. I was having lunch at a little place around the corner from the store and he was sitting at the far end of the counter. He was still gorgeous, dressed in a dark blue silk shirt that set off his eyes. His thick dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he had grown a beard that was dark and neatly trimmed. He looked up at the sound of my voice as I ordered and I saw that he recognized me. A broad grin broke over his handsome face and he picked up his coffee and came toward me. Taking the stool next to mine he greeted me warmly. “Sally, how are you? How’s college?” “Mr. Mayfield!” I replied. “College is great, just one more year to go. I’m surprised you recognized me.” “You’re not my student any more,” he said, grinning, “You can call me Hal, and I have a good memory for my straight A students”. We chatted over lunch like two old friends and I told him about working at my parents’ grocery store while he told me that he’d been tapped to teach summer school that year so he’d been sticking around town instead of bumming around on the beach the way he did most summers. Checking my watch, I realized I had to get back to the store. I told Hal how much I’d enjoyed seeing him and that I’d be around all summer if he got bored. I gave him my cell phone number and he said he’d certainly call. The rest of the day passed in a blur as I fantasized about his sexy body and how an evening out with him might end. A few days later he did call, asking if I’d like to see a film at the local art house. Of course I agreed. Sorry to say, he was a complete gentleman the entire evening. He walked me the few blocks home and gave me a chaste peck on the cheek before turning back towards the theater and his car. I had been aching to kiss him all evening and was left feeling quite unsatisfied by the whole experience. A few days after that, he called to see if I wanted to go for a walk. I agreed and again he was a gentleman. We held hands for a while on the trail through the woods just outside town and it gave me a nice, tingly feeling, but again the “date” ended with just a light kiss. I was pretty sure he wasn’t gay, but I couldn’t imagine why he made no move to be more intimate with me. Perhaps he was concerned about the age difference, but it was really only six years and I was now 21 so it shouldn’t have mattered. I fantasized about him all the time now and it was beginning to affect my work. Finally, I decided to take matters into my own hands and see how he would respond to an overt come-on. It was a hot summer day. Too hot for clothes, really, but in the interest of being able to walk down the street without being arrested I was wearing a skirt that came just to midway down my thighs and a halter top that nicely showed off my full breasts. In the interest of keeping cool, I was wearing nothing else except high-heeled sandals. My long blonde hair was pulled back in an aligator clip. I was on my way to see Hal, planning to surprise him in his office. When I arrived, Hal was in a conference with one of his students, a girl who looked like she might be in tenth grade or so. I waited a while out of sight in the outer office, but I finally began to get bored so I decided to get his attention. I pulled a large, round lollipop out of my bag and unwrapped it, then stood where I knew he could see me through the window of his office. The student was seated with her back to the window. I started to lick the lollypop in a very sensual fashion and I saw Hal’s eyebrow go up. I have definitely gotten his attention, but he had business to finish. He frowned slightly, trying not to draw the student's attention but trying to give me the message to cease and desist. I got the message but brazenly decided to ignore it. I popped the lollipop into my mouth, then pulled it out slowly. I used it to caress down my chest, under my halter and around my breast. My nipples stiffened under the fabric of my shirt. I saw sweat pop out on his forehead. The lollipop found its way back to my mouth for a few more teasing licks and I noticed the bulge in Hal’s khaki pants – exactly the reaction I had been hoping for. Fortunately, the student seemed oblivious to the situation. Another lick to get the lollypop good and wet, then I made my boldest move. I placed one high-heeled, well manicured foot on a chair and slipped the pop under my skirt and into my hot pussy. I twirled it around in there for a moment, then licked it off and assumed a more demure stance as I saw Hal was finally winding up his conference and was ready to usher the student out of his office. By the time she passed me, I was sitting with my legs sensibly crossed and the lollipop in my mouth looking bored. As soon as she was out of the outer office door, he shut it and grabbed my hand. Pulling me into his own office, he locked the door and shut the blinds. I smiled and pushed him into his desk chair. I was on fire, I wanted him so badly. He made no move towards me, so clearly I was going to be the seductress all the way. I had never played this role before, but I was beginning to enjoy it. I perched my ass on the edge of his big oak desk and placed one foot on each arm of his chair. This effectively gave him a full view of my cunt which was wet with my juices and the sugar from the lollipop. Slowly, I inserted the lollipop into my hot love hole and fucked myself gently with it. I was getting turned on and started to moan. I saw Hal’s cock straining to get free of his pants. "Take it out" I said, in my sexiest voice. Stunned, but clearly intrigued, he obliged. It was as beautiful as the rest of him, hard and smooth. The tip was glistening with precum and I was thinking about how much better that big, warm cock would feel inside me than the little pop, but I wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction just yet. I leaned over and rubbed the pop, wet with my cunt juice, over his sensuous lips. He licked it hungrily and took it into his mouth momentarily. I reached down and touched the candy to the head of his cock, rubbing it over the top. Leaving my perch, I knelt in front of him to lick the stickiness from his prick. I wanted to make him want me as much as I wanted him, I wanted to hear him moan his desire, so after teasing just the head of his cock with my mouth and tongue I took the entire length of it into my mouth in a single motion and sucked hard. Until now I had had no idea how worked up I’d gotten him and it was too much. I got my moan, indeed a lovely long one, but I also got a mouth full of semen as he exploded in a prolonged orgasm, his fingers wrapped in my hair. I sucked him dry and swallowed. Retreating to my perch on his desk, I tried not to look disappointed. My cunt ached to be filled. Seeing my expression, Hal reassured me in a low voice, "You little tease,” he said, grinning, “Don't worry, all you've done is make sure I can fuck you for a good long time.” It was the first he had spoken since I’d arrived. I wasn’t so sure of him, so I pouted and popped the lollipop back into my mouth. It was his turn to take control. Hal’s hand encircled mine, drawing the lollipop out of my mouth and bringing my arm back towards his desk. He opened my hand and the lollipop was abandoned to an empty coffee mug. Drawing his chair closer to the desk, he nuzzled my breasts while his hand found the clasp to my halter. As soon as my breasts were free, he licked and sucked my nipples until they were hard as pebbles. My pussy was literally dripping by now and crying out to be filled. When he finally pushed his chair back and stood up, I was surprised to find his cock standing at attention, ready to plunge into me. Coming closer, Hal lifted my chin and bent just enough to kiss me deeply. He pushed my skirt up and out of the way while I unbuckled his belt and negotiated getting his pants and underwear down. I gave his cock a couple of firm strokes to test its readiness and was not disappointed. Hal’s hips lunged at my ready cunt and his cock hit my slippery wetness and slid aside. We moaned together with anticipation as he backed off a little for a second try. This time his aim was true and he plunged deeply inside my hot, pulsing cunt. I wrapped my strong legs tightly around his bottom and held on for dear life while he brought me to the brink of orgasm. Sensing my readiness, he stopped to prolong the sweet agony. I moaned in frustration and tried to make him begin again by contracting my cunt muscles rhythmically around his hard shaft. He resisted as long as he could, but the sensations were more than he could bear, the need for friction and release was too intense. He began to thrust again, faster and harder, pushing me down on the desk. I cried out as I came at long last and Hal thrust a finger into my mouth to quiet me in case there were still other people in the building. The contractions from my orgasm completely took him over the edge and his cock swelled a final time as he pumped his cum into me. We stayed still, bodies together, on his desk for several minutes as we caught our breath. Finally, he stood up and pulled out of me. “Jesus,” he said, “I wanted you so badly, but I didn’t know how you felt.” “And I didn’t know if you wanted me at all,” I replied, “but I had to find out.” “I think I could still teach you a few things” he said, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Why don’t you meet me in my classroom tomorrow about this same time.” I told him I would be there. As we put ourselves and his desk back together and I got ready to leave I smiled, thinking that he would never look at his desk in quite the same way again. Teacher Appreciation -- Author's Note: This is my first story, and it was written for someone special and uploaded at their request. Feedback is appreciated. -- The lecture hall was more crowded than it had been for any lecture during the whole term, with many faces that Professor Kelli had never even seen before. As always, the final day's review drew the full complement of students hoping to learn the entire Biology course in just a few hours. "It really is a shame," thought Professor Kelli, "that all of these students are taking my course to base their entire grade on a two hour review and some PowerPoint slides." Nevertheless, Professor Kelli worked her way through the presentation that she had prepared; highlighting the key points of the term and letting the students know what topics would be important to study. "I only wish that they had come to the lectures for these topics rather than trying to learn from the textbook," Kelli lamented as she answered another question that had been covered thoroughly earlier in the term. Eventually, Professor Kelli could tell that the allotted time for the review session was running out by the sound of many students closing their books and zippering their backpacks. Glancing up at the clock, Kelli noticed that the students were packing up even earlier than usual, probably a byproduct of frustration at listening to the questions of the other students and of the beautiful, early spring weather outside. Kelli realized that she was losing the attention of the students, so she hurried through the last few slides, leaving a few students waving their hands frantically to get their questions answered. Reaching the final slide, Kelli announced aloud, "Well, that is the end of the review. These slides will be posted online later tonight, and if you have any specific questions, the TAs will both be having extended walk-in hours this afternoon. But remember, they will not explain the entire course to you. You should have attended the lectures if you wanted full explanations of all of the topics. Now, you are all free to go." As the students made their usual mad rush for the doors, Kelli went over to the podium to pack up her teaching materials. While doing so, she noticed one student leaving much more slowly than the others. He seemed to be indecisive about something, glancing down the aisle toward the front of the lecture hall with every few steps. At the top of the stairs, he paused, turned around and took one single step back towards the front of the room. However, after that single step, he seemed to reconsider, and like the rest of the students, filed out of the doors into the hallway. Kelli thought about what she had just seen; she recognized the young man as one of the few students that had attended every one of her lectures, so surely he had a firm grasp of the material. "Why would he of all people be the last one to leave the lecture hall," Kelli thought, "out of all of the students I would think he would want to be one of the first to get out of this boring review." Those thoughts soon passed, though, and Kelli headed out of the lecture hall to her office. Having TAs cover the office hours prior to the final exam gave her the chance to get away from all of the questions from students who were trying to learn a whole term of material in just a few days and to prepare for the rush of students complain about their grades once the exam had been taken. Kelli needed this time to prepare herself for the desperate students begging for their grades as she loved the subject she taught, and always grew depressed at the end of the term when she saw all of the students giving her class so little attention. Kelli sat down at her desk, leaned back in her chair, and let out a deep sigh. "Another term down," Kelli sighed to herself. "I just wish the students would take my course more seriously during the term so they wouldn't stress out so much now." Kelli was still sitting at her desk, deep in thought, when she heard a gentle knock on her office door. It was so quiet, that at first she was not sure if actually someone had actually knocked. But sure enough, after about a minute there was another knock. It was barely louder, but there was no doubt that there was someone at the door. This surprised Kelli, as she was not expecting anyone to be looking for her since her TAs were having their office hours down the hall. She expected that it was a student trying to skip the lines to ask her to explain a whole chapter of the book, or to ask her a thousand questions about the content of the exam, so she ignored the knock hoping the person would leave. However, after another minute, there was a ever-so-slightly louder knock. By now, Kelli was curious to see who was being so persistent in trying to reach her, so she went over to her door and looked between the posted papers on the glass. The person that she saw was not the impatient student clutching her printed slides and a textbook that she expected. Instead, it was the young man who she had noticed at her lecture. By this point, he had taken a few steps back from the door, and was glancing at the door to the stairs down the hallway every few seconds. But rather than walking away, he timidly approached the door again and raised his hand to knock. Kelli opened the door and addressed him, saying "Out of all the students in my class, Cody, I least expected you to be the one to search me out for help with the exam." "Oh," he said, "ummm, well I don't really need any help with the exam. Your lectures had all of the information that I think I will need to do well." "So why are you here then?" said Kelli, who was confused that a student would seek her out for any reason other than help with her class, especially one that had not spoken a word to her for the entire course." "Well, umm, I just wanted to speak to you about something," Cody said unsurely, "but if you are too busy right now than I understand and will leave." Kelli saw him shift his feet as though he was preparing to leave, but she was very curious as to what he wanted to speak about, so she said "No, I am not too busy to talk to you right now. Please come in and have a seat." She returned behind her desk and sat down, and as she did so he cautiously entered the office and closed the door behind him. After he took a seat across from her, Kelli asked, "So what would you like to talk to me about? I don't think you have spoken a word to me the entire term, so I was very surprised to see you here now and not asking about the exam." Cody said, "Well, I really enjoyed your class Professor..." "Kelli. Please..." she interrupted. "Miss Kelli," he continued, "and I just wanted to come and thank you personally, and to show you how much I appreciate all that you taught me." "Oh well I am very glad to hear you enjoyed my class," Kelli said, "I am glad that at least one of my students got something out of it" "Yes," he replied, "and I would like to give you a present to show you just how much I appreciated having you as a teacher." And with that, Cody slid down out of his chair and disappeared under her desk. Kelli was surprised and started to stand up, but she felt a hand on her knee, holding her down gently. "No," she heard from under the desk. "Please stay seated." Then she felt one tiny, gentle kiss on her left ankle, and heard the voice again. "Please let me give you your present, Miss Kelli." Kelli was perplexed at what was going on, but as she felt a series of kisses, light as a feather, alternating up her legs, she felt a tingle run through her whole body. Her body began to relax, but her mind was still racing. "I shouldn't be doing this," she thought, "He is one of my students, and this is not at all appropriate for a professor to be doing." Seemingly sensing her worry, the young man paused his actions and said, with barely a note of pleading in his voice, "Please Miss Kelli, I want to show you how much I appreciate you so please accept my present." With that, he returned to kissing his way, inch by inch, up her legs. Kelli felt powerless to resist, and even though the hand was no longer holding her down, she was unable to budge from the chair. Her student was nearing her knees, and in doing so had begun to push her skirt slowly up her thigh. Kelli involuntarily began to spread her thighs to allow her student more room for his actions, and in doing so revealed her dirty little secret. "It looks like you were prepared for your present, Miss Kelli," said the young man as he found himself passing inches from Kelli's now exposed pussy while he continued to softly kiss his way up her inner thighs. "I never wear panties," gasped Kelli, "I didn't think that anyone would ever notice." Kelli's cleanly shaved pussy was now starting to glisten with moisture as her arousal grew, and Cody was now getting close enough that his breath gently caressed her as he exhaled. He began to slow down his pace as he approached her sweet cunt, and he let his kisses linger on her inner thighs longer and longer. Each kiss lasted for only a few seconds, but Kelli could not help but let out a small gasp with each and every one. She knew that what was happening was entirely wrong, but she was powerless to do anything because it felt so right. Finally, Cody reached the top of her legs, and looked up at Kelli. "Are you enjoying your present so far, Miss Kelli?" whispered Cody. He then placed a deep, lingering kiss on each of the now engorged outer lips of her pussy, and hovered just inches over her clit, awaiting her response. "Mmm yes," purred Kelli, "but I really want you to taste my sweet, juicy cunt now." "Oh I will, Miss Kelli," Cody responded with a mischievous grin, "but not yet. I have some more plans for you first" As he said that, Cody pushed her chair back to allow himself out from under the desk. He leaned over his teacher and kissed her neck, just as softly as he had kissed his way up her legs. Kelli felt his hands pass lightly over her large, firm breasts, and she felt the first button of her blouse come undone. As his hands moved down to the next button, Cody placed a kiss directly on Kelli's collarbone, remaining there longer than it took to open the button. Kelli gasped aloud as Cody moved down to her third button, and at the same time kissed the collarbone on the opposite side of her neck. "Please Cody, I need you to touch me," Kelli sighed, with just a note of a whimper appearing in her voice. She received no response, as her student undid her fourth button, allowing her breasts to be fully exposed. As he did this, Cody traced his tongue down to the center of her chest, just above her breasts. Reaching this central point, he again kissed her deeply, eliciting a small moan from his teacher. Then he undid the last few buttons of her blouse and stepped back. "I need to make sure that you don't go anywhere," Cody said with the same mischievous grin on his face, as he lifted up the bottom of Kelli's blouse. He slid the bottom of the shirt up his teacher's back, and snagged it behind the back of the chair, loosely trapping her where she was sitting. He then stepped back; admiring his teacher's heaving chest and now dripping wet pussy. He gazed into his teacher's eyes and saw a look of longing, so without any further delay, he crouched down and kissed right between her firm breasts. He then began tracing a figure eight pattern around the outside of her breasts with his tongue, stopping at irregular intervals to kiss her soft skin. Slowly the patterns drew him closer to her nipples, but he avoided them on each pass, drawing a short gasp or moan from his teacher. Finally, however, his pattern reached Kelli's right nipple, and he gently gripped it with his lips and teeth as he flicked its tip with his tongue. "Oh yessss..." moaned Kelli, as she felt her nipple harden and grow as a result of Cody's teeth and tongue. Cody nibbled and sucked on her nipple hungrily for a few minutes, and then he released it and began to lick and kiss his way across her chest once again. However, this time he made a direct line for her left nipple, which he attacked greedily with his tongue. This sudden increase in speed drew a surprised gasp from Kelli, and then a louder moan as Cody licked, kissed and nibbled her nipple eagerly. He continued his assault on her nipple for a few more minutes, but suddenly he stopped and kneeled down between Kelli's spread legs. Kelli looked down at her student hopefully, anticipating that he was finally going to give her aching pussy some much needed relief. Instead, she saw the now familiar grin on her student's face, and she heard him say, "You are getting really wet down here Miss Kelli." He drew a single finger up and down her vaginal lips, drawing a loud moan from his teacher. However, that moan was quickly silenced when Cody brought his finger, covered in her juices, up to Kelli's mouth. "So how do you taste Miss Kelli?" he asked. "Mmmmm," was the only response that Kelli was able to muster. "Good, I will get to taste you myself soon enough, Miss Kelli," he said with a short but mischievous laugh, "but I still have some work to do first." He removed his finger from Kelli's mouth and used it to trace down her chest and stomach, stopping at her belly button. He then continued his finger's path with his tongue, making small circles around her belly button with a small kiss in a slowly extending line towards her pussy. Kelli began to arch her back in order to get her student closer to her aching cunt, but each time she did he would trace his tongue back up towards her belly button. Each time she relaxed, he would begin kissing his way down again, until he reached her skirt, which had been bundled up to the width of a thick belt. "Well, we can't have this in the way, now can we," Cody said as he pulled the skirt down past her ass, then down her legs. He tossed the skirt aside and said, "Now, where were we." Kelli arched her back again, hoping that her student would finally decide to give her some release, but instead he said, "Oh yes, right around here," and returned to a spot just above her waistline. He resumed his slow pattern of kisses downward, millimeter by millimeter, across her pubic area. "I love how smooth you are, you have such a wonderful pussy Miss Kelli," he said, barely stopping his ministrations, "and I will get to taste it soon." This brought forth an involuntary moan from Kelli, and she raised her hips again, but still her student would not let his lips touch her pussy. "Please Cody, I want you so bad," Kelli whimpered, "I need you to make me cum." There was no response, just a continued path of soft kisses, meticulously making their way closer to where Kelli desperately wanted those lips to be. Finally, Cody reached the very top of her pussy, but again he did not continue to her sweet, juicy center. "But I don't just want to make you come, Miss Kelli," he said, "I want to make you explode. Now, let's get you out of that chair." Cody stood up and went around behind the chair. He lifted Kelli's blouse over the back of the chair, and then helped her slip her arms out of it. He then returned to the front of the chair where he took Kelli by the hand and started to pull her towards himself. As she was moving slowly towards him, he sidestepped out of the way, causing Kelli to double over the desk. Cody quickly slipped around behind her, and placed one of her hands on her back to pin her down to the desk. "Now," he said, "it is time for me to taste you" Kelli could only manage to moan in response as she finally felt his warm lips envelope her throbbing clit. He did not stay at her clit long however; instead his tongue parted her lips and was welcomed by an immediate gush of her juices. "Your pussy tastes amazing Miss Kelli," he said, "even better than I had expected." "I am so close to cumming," Kelli moaned, "please let me cum now." The response that Kelli received was just the one she was hoping for, as she felt Cody's tongue return to her pussy, lapping vigorously at her clit. She could feel her orgasm building to an incredible climax as Cody's tongue darted around her pussy, but as she was reaching her boiling point, Cody once again licked the entire length of her vagina and backed away. Kelli tried to push back to keep his mouth on her pussy, but the hand on her back prevented her from reaching him. "Not yet," Cody said as he ran his finger along her dripping wet cunt. He again brought the finger up to Kelli's mouth, and she greedily sucked her all traces of her juices off of it. As Kelli was hunting all remnants of her taste off his finger with her tongue, Cody reached down with his other hand and opened his pants, releasing his throbbing cock. He slid the head of his cock along Kelli's pussy from her clit to her dripping entrance and back, causing Kelli to moan and push her body back towards him. "I want you to fuck me Cody," moaned Kelli, "I need you inside me so badly." "Just a bit more waiting, Miss Kelli," Cody whispered into her ear. Cody used the head of his cock to part her lips and slid down to her entrance again, causing his teacher to shudder involuntarily. Kelli again tried to push back so she could finally feel him inside of her, but her student would still not succumb to her desires. Instead, he slid the full length of his cock past her clit and then back down so that the head was again resting at her dripping entrance. "Please Cody," pleaded Kelli, "Please fuck me. I want your cock so badly. Make me cum." Still not persuaded by the growing desperation of the pleading, Cody repeated his stroke a few more times, until eventually the entire head of his cock was inside his squirming teacher. Without a word, he pressed forward slowly, filling his teacher's dripping pussy with the full length and girth of his cock. Finally feeling herself filled pushed Kelli over the edge, and she felt wave after wave of her orgasm pass over her. "Seems like you are really enjoying your present, Miss Kelli," said Cody over the moans of his teacher as he continued to thrust, "but I am not done yet." Kelli was beyond the point of words, and she only managed a long moan as her student began to build up his pace. Almost before her first orgasm had ended, she began to feel the waves of another even larger orgasm crash over her. Her pussy was so wet that each thrust from her student made a squelching sound, and her juices had begun to run down her legs. Even as his teacher was climaxing for a second time, Cody continued to build up his pace, pounding into his teacher's dripping cunt as deep as he could go. Each thrust brought a small yelp from Kelli, and made more of her juices drip out of her and down her thighs. As her second orgasm began to subside, Kelli felt her student begin to slow his pace, and his thrusts became slow and deep. Feeling Cody fully enter her and then pull out slowly was bringing her slowly to the brink of a world-shattering orgasm. Kelli pushed back against Cody's thrusts, forcing him inside her even deeper. Cody could sense that his teacher was approaching an enormous orgasm, but rather than continue thrusting, he stopped with his cock completely inside her. "Not quite yet," Cody whispered to his teacher. With that, Cody pulled out completely to the dismay of his teacher. Kelli moaned in disappointment, but soon found herself being flipped over onto the desk. Her legs automatically opened wide, inviting her student to continue where he had left off. However, Cody instead knelt down in front of her and began licking all of the juices off her thighs. Eventually he made his way back to her dripping wet cunt, and took a long lick from the bottom to her clit. Teacher Appreciation Day "Edgar Allan Poe was a writer in the 19th century who exemplified the American..." The opening sentence of what seemed like the millionth essay on Poe droned through my head as I tried to convince myself that it was actually worth it to pay attention to the remainder of the essay. "Next time, kill me if I use Poe as an example for anything ever again," I mutter to myself. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced at the clock for a moment, sighed, and returned to grading. My eyes had actually started to drift closed when I was "awakened" by the sound of the heavy metal classroom door clicking shut. "Mr. Stone?" I squinted toward the front of the room, and when my eyes focused, I saw a woman that I vaguely recognized from parent-teacher conferences several months ago. Whose mother...damn last night's faculty party! Half of the campus has a hangover today and I can't figure out who the parent is who just walked through my door... "Yes," I responded, "can I help you?" I leaned back in my chair, finally taking it all in. Her hair drifted down to her shoulders in gentle waves and curling up coyly at the ends. She wore a collared, v-neck t-shirt that came down and revealed just enough to tease at a fit, middle-aged belly. Her belly button seemed to wink at me as my eyes fell upon the clingy skirt that flowed down to her calves. I cleared my throat, suddenly aware that I had just looked her up and down - not professional at all. "No, not really - well..." Her voice trailed off as she smiled slightly. "I just wanted to thank you." Her smile broadened at the sight of my obviously confused face, and she laughed. "I'm Brittany Oakwood's mother. She has just had such wonderful things to say about you this year." Clarity was a welcome feeling, and this was now a pleasant distraction from the endless Poe essays. Brittany had been disillusioned with English class and with school in general - she was endlessly fighting with her teachers and her trust in authority figures was a distant memory from elementary school. Slowly, I had gained her respect and trust by being patient with her and showing her that I wouldn't let her fail, no matter how hard she tried to do so. During the course of the year, she blossomed before my eyes, and grew more and more confident throughout the year. She had been working with me during lunch for the last three weeks, working out the details of an essay she was putting together for admission to a private New England college - writing, rewriting, and rewriting again. "Well, she's a smart and ambitious girl - I'm just glad I was able to help her." Usually, this is how these kinds of meetings end...boy, was I in for a shock! She smiled again, and came around my desk and sat on its edge, to my right, leaning against it. Ice-blue eyes flashed at me. "She was admitted to the college she wanted - and she credits your essay for her full-ride scholarship." Her leg moved over slightly, brushing against my own. I felt a sudden rush of blood and I licked my lips, aware that I was beginning to swell under my belt. "The credit is all Brittany's, Ms. Oakwood. She's a talented writer." I adjusted my hips slightly to allow my rapidly growing erection to point toward my belly instead of uncomfortably downward. I must have moved quickly, because she caught the movement and her eyes flickered upon what must have been an obvious bulge by now. She smiled again, and tilted her head to the left somewhat, allowing her hair to slightly cover one eye. Her hair looked soft to the touch...I came back as her leg pressed more firmly against mine. "Even so, she wouldn't be close to where she is now without all of the help you've given her this year. I guess I just wanted to come in and thank you." Placing her hands upon the desk, she lifted herself slightly so that she was now fully sitting upon it, her toned legs dangling slightly off of the floor. Her eyes drifted over me, and she bit her lower lip. My heart was beating. What was going on? Was this actually happening, or was I lying in bed at home, asleep with a hard-on? I cleared my throat. "Is there something else I can help you with, Ms. Oakwood?" Again the smile broadened, but this time she hesitated, then lifted her right leg and held her foot between my legs. With incredible control, she traced a line up my cock from its base with her big toe. When she reached the tip, she relaxed it, placing her foot upon me. "Perhaps...but there seems to certainly be something I can help YOU with." I inhaled sharply as she actually squeezed me with her toes. "Especially, since I'm so, so, so grateful." Ms. Oakwood punctuated each "so" with another squeeze. My throat closed up and I found it hard to breathe. "Ms. Oakwood, I uh, hardly think that, um..." My voice trailed off as she leaned in toward me, the scent of her hair and the glimpse of her naked breasts inside her shirt shutting me up. She picked up my right hand, and placed it on her leg. Her hand guided mine as she slid my fingers along her smooth skin until my fingertips touched warm, slinky wetness. "Mr. Stone, you can't let me go that easily; can't you see what a bad, bad girl I've been?" My eyes closed as her teeth grazed against my ear as she whispered. "I need a little discipline, don't you think?" I could take it no more. The thumb of my right hand snapped to attention and pressed against her wet clit, hard, then began to move slowly in a circle, sliding against the slippery sides of that tight bud of nerve endings. She groaned in my ear, then clasped my earlobe between her teeth. "Mr. Stone...I've been so, so bad..." Huskily, I managed a reply. "I can see that." I slipped a finger inside her as I turned to her and seized her neck with my mouth. My left hand moved to her breast, caressing it through her shirt and squeezing the solid nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My face brushed against the fabric over her breasts as I lowered my face to her leg. My mouth brushed against the skin of her knee as my lips began their journey north. My tongue tasted the sweetness of her skin as I pushed the edges of her skirt up to her hips. Leaning forward, her hands clasped my shoulders as my lips found sustenance in the wetness of her pussy. Lapping it up, my tongue moved slowly at first, then danced upon her lips, moving frequently over her clit and sucking on it occasionally. She let out a low moan, then I slipped my fingers inside her again, curling them up against the hard spot I found in there. It feels like a peach pit, it's so hard, I thought to myself. She gripped my shoulders harder and emitted a mid-pitch "hhhuuuuuuuunnnhhhh," then shocked me by pushing me away. "Wha..." I couldn't even finish before she moved quickly and answered my unspoken question. "I'm the grateful one being disciplined here, remember?" Her eyes, glazed and dark from arousal, met mine for a moment before she sank to her knees before me. Her hands slid up my legs to the bottom of my shorts and entered them, the tips of her fingers grazing against the sides of my balls inside my boxers. I jerked slightly, then leaned back as her lips traced a line up my cock on the fabric of my shorts. Her hands caressed my skin, teasingly brushing up against me as her mouth opened and slid up and down the length of me. When she reached the head a second time, she squeezed her lips on me, biting down on it gently through the fabric of my shorts. One of her hands moved below my balls and stroked them slightly as the other grasped the base of my cock firmly and tugged ever so gently. "What do you want me to do, Mr. Stone? Tell me what you want..." My hands entered her hair and stroked it...it was as soft as I thought it might be. "Unzip my shorts, Ms. Oakwood." My eyes darted quickly to the sound of voices in the hallway, then moved back to her as they faded away...the door was unlocked. Her left hand pulled away from me to comply, but my hand left her hair and seized it by the wrist. "No...without using your hands." I marveled at my boldness. She approved, for she gave me a secretive smile. "Anything you like, Mr. Stone." Her lips fumbled clumsily for a moment against my zipper before gaining the necessary skills, and she slowly pulled the clasp down the zippered teeth, her eyes upon mine the entire time. She adjusted her hands slightly, and my erection burst out of my shorts, staring us both in the face. Her mouth brushed against the tip of it. "And now, sir?" I could hardly speak above the throbbing taking place in my lap. "Put it in your mouth, Ms. Oakwood. Suck my cock...stroke me with your tongue..." I really didn't have to finish the sentence, and I'm not really sure how much actually came out, but I had no sooner opened my mouth before her tongue came snaking out of her mouth and curled around the tip of my cock, pulling it inside her lips. She slowly lowered herself onto it, inch by inch, until she was virtually kissing my belly, then slowly let her lips pull upward, sucking hard as she pulled away, as though her mouth didn't want to let go of me. My eyes closed and my hands gripped her hair firmly as her hand slipped around the base of my erection. I let out a deep, carnal moan and felt her tongue sliding up and down my shaft. She seemed to have infinite patience, pulling my cock slowly in and out of her mouth, completely unhurried. I felt my right ankle move around her lower back as my hands were enveloped in Ms. Oakwood's soft hair. My eyes were closed, feeling her warm mouth all around me, taking me in and out. I was startled by a sound in my ear and then realized it was me. A low moan was slipping out of my mouth, a seemingly endless note, then stopped when I had to take a breath. My breathing grew rapid inside my chest and seemed to echo the fierce pounding of my heart against my ribcage. Her velvet tongue slid over me again and again and again...she must have noticed a change in me, for she quickened her speed, sucking me in and out of her mouth faster, pausing here and there to nibble at the tip. She lingered there for a moment, and our eyes met - her clear blue eyes teasing me, tasting me, enjoying me - and then, with a ferocity that made me fight back the urge to scream my pleasure aloud, she sucked the length of the shaft in all at once and I erupted within her, shooting burst after burst into her throat. My body shook with spasms...and when it seemed as though I was slowing down, her head began to move again...her tongue moving slickly against the skin of my cock, pulling at me, lengthening me, hardening me, not allowing me to fade away. Finally, she stood and turned around, her tight ass betraying no pantylines through her skirt as she bent over the desk slightly and looked back at me. "Isn't it tradition for the naughty girl to be bent over the desk? Or isn't this that kind of school district, Mr. Stone?" Her hair fell over her face, revealing her eyes as they flashed their desire for me. I needed no further invitation. Without speaking, I leapt to my feet and lifted her skirt. My left hand moved back inside her hair as my right hand guided my cock to her wetness...entering her was heaven. My right hand moved to grasp her hip as I slid myself deeply inside her. I was rewarded by a deep moan that seemed to stem from her belly. She shook her hair slightly and looked back at me, then closed her eyes and thrust herself backward against me. My thrusting within her grew stronger as my hand slipped inside the front of her skirt. My fingers slid down between her thighs, my fingertips seeking the hard, wet bud of your clit. Her lungs inhale sharply and she jerks against me, her interior muscles gripping my cock tightly inside her as I find what I seek, and my hand begins to move quickly between her legs, matching stroke for stroke the thrusts I make within her. Grasping her hair, I turn Ms. Oakwood's head toward mine and I lean forward. Our mouths become clasped together in a primal embrace, our tongues merging and sucking furiously on one another, the sweat from our faces mingling on our lips as I move myself faster inside her. Our bodies slap together as the head of my cock rubs against her G spot over and over again. My hand continues to massage her between her legs and our kiss breaks, broken by the frenzy of movement as we try to get our bodies closer together with each thrust, seeking to pull me deeper inside her every time I move into her, and I switch hands, my left moving between her legs as my other hand moves inside her shirt and grasps her nipple, sliding it back and forth between my slickly wet fingers and using her breast to pull her against me harder and my mouth moves to her shoulder as my hips move faster and we're moaning in unison and I bite down, hard, as I erupt once again, this time deeply within her, and I feel her release as she spasms all around my cock and her legs shake as she pushes against me and she presses her forehead against the cool surface of the desk, feeling the waves rushing over her as I slow my thrusts down, shaking and enjoying the last moments I have within her. I rest my face against the skin of her back for a moment, her shirt scrunched up around her shoulders as we both catch our breath. She props herself up on her elbows, then pushes herself back up to a standing position. She turns to face me and, smiling a little tired smile and letting her eyes linger on me for a moment, she leans in, her mouth touching mine. Our lips part just slightly, and our tongues get the slightest taste of one another. She turns her back on me and straightens her clothing. Without a backward glance, she strides toward the door. Her hand rests upon the handle and she pauses, turning to face me. "Thank you for all that you've done, Mr. Stone." Her eyes rest upon me for a moment longer, and then all I have left of Ms. Oakwood is a memory as the sound of her footsteps fade away down the hall. I sink into my chair, my eyes finally resting upon the crumpled title pages of the essays I still have yet to grade. My eyes roam around the mass of paper until they are caught by a single line of typed text on my most recent professional evaluation. I erupt in laughter, and look forward to another year. "Works hard to establish rapport with parents." Teacher Appreciation Day It was her first year teaching in one of Chicago's inner city high schools. Ms. Jones had expected a lot of challenges in her first year, but quickly found herself dealing with one she hadn't expected or prepared for. At 5 feet tall and 160 pounds, she had always been considered a little "too curvy" for men of her own race. Worst of all, most of that weight was in her round, tight ass, and she'd always felt that it was too big. At least I have tits to spare, she thought. 38DDs, big, but still nice and perky. She had always felt they were her best feature. That, and her tiny waist. So Ms. Jones was caught by surprise on her first day of school when she was met by leering faces at every turn. Looks like what was 'too curvy' where she came from was just right here. As she walked down the hallway, the boys stepped aside, eyeing her all over. She heard someone behind her say 'damn, look at that ass,' and 'I'd bend her over in a hot second,' but couldn't identify who'd said it. When she finally got to her classroom she was flushed and felt a little telltale warmth and wetness between her legs. She'd never had so much attention before! But they are so young, she reminded herself. Over the next few months, the students in her classroom learned to 'behave appropriately and respectfully' around Ms. Jones. Most of the boys in the class had stopped ogling her openly, although they never stopped stealing glances at her tits, and she still heard whispers of 'dam, Ms. Jones,' when she bent down to help a student. Her ample ass just happened to come right at desk height, so it was always in someone's face. Antwan though, never mastered "appropriate and respectful." He wasn't in school much, and was rowdy; always getting in trouble or suspended for this and that. He had been held back at least once or twice, so was older than the average sophomore; at least 18. When he was in her class, he stared at her wolfishly, and always had some excuse to show off his lanky muscular body. He would yawn and stretch pulling his shirt up at the same time, and of course his pants sagged halfway down to his knees, so much so that she could see his boxer briefs and tight little ass. More than once she saw the tantalizing outline of his cock out of the corner of her eye. Furthermore, his hands were always down his pants, 'readjusting.' She would feel the warmth between her legs coming on then. 'That cock is way to big on a boy that young' she would think to herself. She had tried to correct the behavior once or twice, telling him that 'nobody wants to see that,' but he knew better, 'you know they do, Ms. Jones.' And he was right, he probably had a different girl on that cock every night, and her attempts to control his behavior were as much an attempt to master her own desires. Antwan's biggest problem was that hey played too rough, with both boys and girls. He was always grabbing someone or another, and this often led to fights. All of the kids at this school 'played too much,' and short, but often vicious fights broke out frequently. The fight were often between the sexes; a result of an inappropriate grab here or there. Antwan was a major offender. One day when Ms. Jones was walking her students down to the lab, a fight got too rough between Antwan and a cute girl named Raven. Raven was shrieking and scratching at him, and he had picked her up and was trying to get her off him. I tried to step in between, but only got a long scratch down my forearm. It was Security who eventually pulled them apart. I was furious! "Look at what you did!" I told them, showing them my scratch. "I do not get paid enough to be scratched by you!" "I didn't scratch you Ms. Jones!" Antwan insisted. I could see by the look in his eyes that he felt badly and wanted me to know that he hadn't hurt me. He has such a soft side behind everything, I thought to myself. "I know you didn't, Raven is the one with the nails." I snapped, "But you'll still come see me after school! A man doesn't act that way." "I'm not doing no teacher-time." He grumbled. "You'll do it or I'll take this incident all the way up the line." I said. I was determined to get his behavior under control, before he got expelled for what he did. Three o'clock came around and I honestly didn't think he would come. He'd never attended any other teacher-times I had assigned. But soon he came wandering in, head down. "Hey Ms. Jones," he said quietly, not making eye contact. "Hey, Antwan, have a seat." He came over and sat down across from me. His legs were too long for the desks we had for the students so he sat askew with his legs spread wide. Of course his pants were halfway down to his knees. I noticed the outline of his cock again through his boxer briefs, and quickly looked away. That's not why he's here, I reminded myself. This is serious. I reached my arm over to him and set it gently on his knee, palm up, revealing the long scratch, I had gotten earlier in the day. "Look at what you did." I said softly. He drew his finger lightly across the scratch on my arm. I shivered, my nipples getting hard instantly. I took a deep and shaky breath. I never should have told him to come here, I thought. "But I didn't do that," he said. "Raven did it. Look, she scratched me too." He lifted his chin up and pulled his shirt down, revealing his muscular chest and a long scratch from neck to nipple. "Ah," I said, tracing the scratch with my finger, just as he had with mine. "But that doesn't matter. Men need to learn when to de-escalate, she might have gone at you, but you can't go at her back. That's how people get hurt." At this point my hand had traced down to the bottom of the scratch on his chest, near the nipple. He grabbed my wrist suddenly. "Ms. Jones, you're always talking about being appropriate." "Yes." I said a little breathlessly. I knew he could see my nipples straining against my shirt, how my face was flushed, and how my breathing came in short little gasps. I was glad I was wearing a skirt today; at least he couldn't see how wet I was. "Well, I'm not appropriate, I don't want to be appropriate." He still had a tight grip on my wrist, and was giving me that hungry look again. This had gone too far. I stood up abruptly. "Please let go." I said. I pulled my arm away, but he held fast. "Let go, please." I said in the most firm voice I had, staring back at him, trying to exude coldness. He gave me one last searching look, and released my arm. I noticed that his other hand was down his pants, 'adjusting.' "And you shouldn't do that either," I said, feeling myself blush. My pussy was so wet by then that I was afraid my juices would start running down my leg. What I wanted to do was straddle him and take his cock into me, now. But I couldn't, I knew I couldn't. "But Ms. Jones, it's uncomfortable," he said, hand still on his cock. I sighed, "I know, but... look, you have ten minutes left of your teacher time to serve, let me get some work done, and then I'll take you home. Just take your hands out of your pants." Antwan shrugged, giving me a wolfish grin. "Aight," he said, and leaned back. I could see the full length of his hard cock through his boxers, and he knew it. It was so big the head looked like it was about to poke out the top at any moment. I looked away and tried to get some work done, knowing that I had closed one door, but opened another. When it finally came time to leave, I was relieved that it was over, but excited, nervous, tense and apprehensive all at the same time. It had been so hard to sit there pretending to work with him staring at me like that the entire time. I knew he was playing over the 20 different ways he was going to fuck me. "Let's go, I said briskly." He stood up and I saw his huge boner tenting up his pants. "You're going to want to do something about that, we can't walk out of here together with you looking like that." Antwan reached down, to tuck his huge cock down the side of his boxer briefs. You could still see it, but it wasn't nearly so bad. "That'll do, let's go." On our way to the car, Antwan was boisterous and playful; he knew he'd be getting what he wanted. Once in the car, his hands were on me, one draped around my shoulder, big hands lightly gripping the back of my neck; fingers straying down to the top of my breasts. His other hand went quickly under my skirt to the inside of my thigh. I felt too hot, my pussy and my nipples were throbbing to the same beat. "Not where people can see," I whispered hoarsely. He laughed, loud and beautiful, and leaned over so his mouth was on close to my neck. I could feel his warm breath. "Don't worry, I gotchu." He moved his hands away. I felt a tingling where they had been. Antwan indicated that I should pull over to a broken down looking 3 flat apartment. Some of the windows were boarded up, but that was the norm here on the west side. "Come on in," he said. The inside of the house was dark and musty smelling. The only furnishings in the room were a big mattress with no sheet, lying askew in the front room. "This is where you stay at?" I asked incredulously. "Naw," he said, "this is where I hang." Ah, I thought, a personal fuck pad for you and your friends. The shadiness of the place only heightened my excitement He walked over to the mattress and sat down on the edge, legs splayed, grinning. I knew what to do. I came over and stood over him, the top of my skirt brushing against his face. He grabbed my ass and put his face in my crotch, breathing deep. "You smell like pussy Ms. Jones," he said, laughing, grabbing my ass tighter. "Come down here." I wanted to just grab him and plunge his cock into me there and then, riding him, bucking and moaning. But I knew it would be better to draw it out, so I slowly lowered myself down to his lap, resting my dripping pussy onto the top of his cock head. Two pieces of fabric were between us, but they were soaked through almost instantly. My tits were in his face, and he moved his hands around to get to them, grabbing, tearing the fabric to get to my nipples, pulling my shirt and bra down; kissing, sucking, pinching and twisting my other nipple roughly. That little bit of pain paired with pleasure felt so good. I arched my back and threw my head back, moaning and rocking back and forth on his cock. Still sucking hard on one nipple, flicking his tongue against the tip, he moved his other hand down to my ass, pushing me down while grinding his cock on my clit. I hardly knew where I was; his boxers were soaked through with my pussy juice, I was moaning, dizzy. He looked up, releasing my nipple from his mouth with a pop. "Enough." He said, and flipping me over in one motion, my back slamming against the mattress. I hadn't been tossed around like that in some time. It was amazing. He looked into my eyes, his hunger intense. "I'm going to fuck you now, Ms. Jones," he said softly, and leaned down to bite my lip, darting his tongue into my mouth. Not quite a kiss. Rearing up over me, he reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down. I knew I wouldn't be putting them back on, ripped and soaked as they were. I lay back, legs spread wide, watching. In one motion he pulled his boxers down. His cock jumped out, thick and hard, throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. In another motion, his shirt was off. Then he pounced. His hands and mouth were everywhere all at once. I felt his cock shoving roughly inside me, I moaned as my pussy was forced to accommodate one of the biggest cocks I had ever taken. He thrust again, harder, I could feel his cock deep inside me, then back, then deeper still. He was bent over me, sweating and grunting, fully concentrated on his own pleasure, just like the teenage boy he was. The wrongness of what I was doing washed over me again, turning me on more. I started meeting his thrusts with my own, bucking onto his cock, cumming. "Ahhh, ahh" I screamed, my pussy contracting onto his throbbing member, drawing him even deeper into my cunt. He glanced up at me, making eye contact. "Whaa... Oh!" Then he arched back, eyes rolling back into his head, my pulsating cunt finally taking him over the edge. He came in a great shuddering wave, his cum bursting out of him, my pussy drinking it all up. He collapsed onto me, then moaned and rolled off, his dick sliding out of me, his cum rushing out after it. I noticed he stayed hard, his dick bobbing up and down a little, unlike men my own age, who got soft right away. We both laid back on the bed, breathing hard. He turned his face to me. "What was that, Ms. Jones?" he asked with awe, genuinely curious. I laughed a full laugh, the movement drying the sweat on my breasts, cooling them. "You've never made a girl cum before, Antwan?" "I guess, not." He said with a shrug. "You'll get even more pussy than your getting now if you know how to please a woman," I said. I looked down at his cock, still hard, glistening with my cum and his. "Here, get the rest of those clothes off, I'll show you."