3 comments/ 33881 views/ 33 favorites Teacher's Condo By: eroslit It was an unseasonably warm early September day to be walking too far in Ohio. Mike and Chris would normally do their Saturday afternoon cruising in Mike's car, but a few too many indiscretions on his part forced Mike's parents to pull the keys for a week. Not that it hadn't happened before, but it really took some doing for them to punish the frequently wild eighteen year old. They were on their way back from a mall that had proven to be less than fruitful in producing girls older than fourteen. With more than a mile to go before reaching the neighborhood the boys lived in, they were both in the mindset to take any shortcut they could find. "Let's cut through Westgreen," Mike suggested. "Maybe we'll get to see Amy Wilson at the pool in her bikini." "It'll be worth it even if we don't," Chris replied. "It's getting way too hot out." It wasn't unusual for Mike to be giving the orders and for Chris to be the follower, even though Chris was a few months older. Mike was a tanned, good-looking son of very wealthy parents and he was used to getting his way. Chris was a soft spoken, intelligent, shy guy who enjoyed being around his more spirited and impulsive friend. Teachers at their high school were always shocked to find the pair hung out together, but it worked for Mike and Chris and their adventures were numerous. Mike didn't have to search out excitement. It found him naturally. Yes, he often stuck his nose in places that might stir up trouble more often than most people would, but he also had a penchant for things just happening to him. Today, Chris was going to be the lucky co-beneficiary. The single lane that made up the prestigious Westgreen condo community was long and winding. Large, two-story condos rose on either side in groupings of two or three and the boys made their way across the familiar bridge that got them over a small creek. A short hill brought them to the final stretch of lane that would end, on one side, with the pool and clubhouse. The boys had walked mostly in silence until the top of the hill. Then Chris saw his friend staring off to the side and, soon, Mike's hand tapped Chris' arm. "Hey. Look over there," Mike said with a nod of his head. Chris' eyes followed the path of Mike's. "Isn't that Mrs. Miller from school?" Chris squinted in the bright, late afternoon sunshine at a woman kneeling at the edge of a flowerbed beside a condo. She wore tight shorts that kept Chris' attention for a few seconds before he actually glanced at her face. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure it is. The short hair is the same," Chris said in a soft voice. They were within two driveways of the woman's condo and the boys slowed almost to a stop while they gazed at the long, lithe body of the thirty-something female. "Shit. There's no doubt that's her," Mike said. "What a fucking hot body she has. I'd like to come up behind her and..." Carolyn Miller rose to her feet and brushed the dirt from her bare knees. She stood for a moment and surveyed the small garden, and then turned toward the front of the condo, and the road. It was then that she noticed the two boys walking slowly past on the opposite side of the lane. Her initial glance only gave her a general idea of their ages. But the second look, brought on by the sudden recognition of a face, caused her to pause. Yes, that was Mike from her creative writing class. Although school had only been open for two weeks, Carolyn was very acquainted with his rugged good looks and athletic body. In fact, she had watched him for two years in the same school and included his name more than once in private discussions she had with fellow teachers about guys they would risk their careers for. Carolyn was single by choice, although she could have any man she wanted with her model-like body and face. Her short blonde hair always had the appearance that somebody's hands had just disheveled it. It was a combination of attributes that drove any eighteen year old mind to think in the same terms as Mike. Eye contact was made between the boys and Carolyn and a slight grin crossed her lips. She held up a hand in a friendly gesture and the boys responded in kind. They were nearly past her condo when they stopped at the sound of her voice. "Hi Mike. Hi Chris. Hot enough for you?" Carolyn said to them. The boys had stopped and Mike replied, "Yeah. That pool would feel good about now." "Where you headed?" she asked. "Home," Mike said. "We're just cuttin' through. Hope you don't mind." Carolyn smiled. "It's quite alright, Mike. It's the cars speeding through here we have a problem with." After a short pause, she added, "Do you want to come in and cool off? Get something to drink?" Mike and Chris were both already walking in her direction when they simultaneously said 'Sure.' Carolyn suppressed her smile when the boys got closer and she saw them both scanning her from head to toe. She wore a tank top that fit snugly around her ample, braless tits. The nipples pushed against the fabric and she felt her pussy tingle at the thought of two students getting to see her in such informal attire. "C'mon," she told them. "You look like you could use a break." She turned to lead them into her condo and the boys' eyes locked onto the tight ass accentuated by her shorts. Mike and Chris were met by a blast of cool air as they walked inside and Carolyn closed the door behind them. A short hallway took them past the kitchen on the left and into a great room. A small dining room table sat against the wall and the rest of the room contained a couch, chairs, fireplace and TV mounted on the wall. "Have a seat, guys. What would you like to drink? Pop? Or a beer?" Chris looked at Mike, who spoke once more for both of them and answered emphatically, "Beer, of course." They watched Carolyn take out three bottles from the refrigerator and open them. A bar separated the kitchen from the great room but it didn't block the view entirely, especially of her tank top straining to keep her breasts covered. She soon walked over to the couch and handed the boys their beers, and then she sat in a nearby chair. She crossed her long legs and ran her hand through her hair, sighing heavily and commenting on the heat. The small talk about the weather eventually brought up the subject of the pool, once more. "Do you use it much?" Mike asked Carolyn. She took a drink and smiled shyly. "I don't like to let students...like you, Mike...see me in my bathing suit. It's not...right. I mean, we're supposed to be professional at all times." "That's bullshit," Mike said sternly. "You can't have any fun just because you're a teacher?" "Not in public, anyway," she said. It only took a few seconds for Mike to respond, "But you can do anything you want in private, right?" Carolyn laughed. "Like give you beer? Yeah, I can do that." "Or wear anything you want," Chris added. Mike and Carolyn both looked surprised at the interjection by the ever-shy Chris. "Yeah. Or wear anything I want." "Then I want to see you in your bikini. In private," Mike said. Carolyn peered at him and said, "How do you know it's a bikini?" "Because your tits are tanned almost all the way to your nipples." "Michael!" Carolyn shouted. "I can't believe you said that." "But it's true," he said calmly. "Now, go put it on and let us see what you're so afraid to show in public." Carolyn already knew she was going to put on a show for them, and it was going to be a good one. But she couldn't let Mike and Chris know that immediately. "I'm not going to do that without getting something in return," Carolyn told them. "Like what?" Mike inquired. Carolyn tilted her head to one side and gave a quizzical look. "I'm not sure, yet. I'll have to think about it." Mike said, "Chris, do you think we can agree in advance to her terms, if she puts the suit on for us?" Chris nodded. "Yep. We can do that." Carolyn smiled. "OK. But no pictures. This is a private showing. And," she said with emphasis, "you both have to have your shirts off when I come back. Or the deal's off." The boys agreed and were already pulling off their t-shirts as the teacher walked into the master bedroom and shut the door. "Damn," Mike said in a near whisper. "I never expected THIS to happen. I would have been happy with a look at Amy Wilson." "Me, too. I'm thinking we'll get a five second show by Mrs. Miller," Chris said. "But that might be enough to get me hard." Mike laughed. "You wouldn't know what to do with it if you did." Inside the bedroom, Carolyn was stripping off her clothes. She looked briefly in the mirror as she walked to the dresser to find her bikini. She was proud of her firm, if not large, tits and her flat stomach. She worked hard on keeping her waistline slim and her ass and thighs tight. Above all, Carolyn Miller loved to flirt. Finally, after ten years of teaching she had an opportunity to do it with two students, one of which she could fantasize over and another she would just enjoy giving a thrill to. She nervously tied the bottom and then the top of the bikini; went back to the mirror; and, turned sideways to adjust the suit just the way she wanted it. Carolyn took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door. An extraordinary silence fell over the room as Carolyn reappeared, with her two shirtless guests turning to look at her and Carolyn staring at Mike's magnificent, muscular chest. Even Chris, in a nerdy way, presented a respectable sight. But it was the erotic teacher in her stunning bikini that momentarily took the voices away from the boys. Mike finally managed to say, "Wow. That was worth the wait." Carolyn blushed. "See why I won't go to the pool in this?" Chris brought his eyes back up to hers and said, "Yeah. All the old, retired farts would have heart attacks." All three relaxed a little with the laughter that followed and Carolyn moved into the center of the room. "So, what was it you wanted in return?" Mike asked. Carolyn shrugged. "Not much. I want one of you to bring me another beer, for starters. And one for each of you, of course." Mike quickly headed for the kitchen while Carolyn retook her seat. She couldn't keep her eyes off his ass and his well-developed back and arms. At the same time, she was being inspected more closely by Chris, who felt the reaction he expected between his legs. Luckily, Mike was back with more beers before Chris had to try to converse with Carolyn. He wasn't sure he could yet put together a full sentence. Carolyn said, "You realize, I think, that I could get in big time trouble for this. So, one of my requests will be that it remains between the three of us." The boys nodded. They understood her words but their minds were more attuned to the fact that it wouldn't take much longer before the effect she was having on them would be noticeable, not to mention painful. "So, do you guys know anybody else in this complex or were you truly just walking through?" Carolyn asked. "Well, uh, I guess we kinda know Amy Wilson," Mike said. Carolyn laughed. "You kinda know she looks hot in a bikini. And you were hoping she'd be at the pool. I know her and I've seen her, too, and I suppose you'd both like to fuck her." After his initial shock at her use of the word, Chris said dryly, "Yeah. Can you arrange it? Or at least a blowjob?" Carolyn laughed even louder and replied, "Don't you think she's awfully young? What do you suppose she knows about fucking or blowjobs? You need to sets your sights higher, guys. You need a woman." Mike was quick to follow up by saying, "You mean we need a teacher. Do you know any?" At this point, both boys felt their cocks growing longer and harder. Chris squirmed just enough to relieve some of the pressure, but Carolyn inwardly smiled at the ever-noticeable bulges in the front of both pairs of shorts. She decided it was time to ramp up the teasing. "I might," Carolyn said. "But remember, I wanted something in return. So now it's my turn to give the orders. Stand up, Mike." He put his beer on a table and stood in front of the couch, facing Carolyn. "Take off your shorts," she demanded. Mike only hesitated for a second before unbuttoning them, pulling down the zipper and letting his shorts fall to the floor. "And your shoes." A moment later, he stood in just his briefs with the outline of his impressive erection clearly visible. Carolyn stared at it and then looked up at Mike. Without saying a word, she rose to her feet and slowly walked over to him, her eyes locked onto his crotch. When she reached him, Carolyn stood close enough to let her hand rest on his underwear without having to reach out. She pressed her palm harder against his cock and felt the warmth of it through the thin material. Mike looked down, but his eyes never got past the gorgeous tits just an inch from his own chest. The bikini hid the nipples but that was about all. He fought the urge to touch them even as Carolyn's fingers were running up the side of his cock on the outside of his briefs. "Get naked, Mike." Carolyn thought she saw his hands quiver just a little as he pulled the briefs away from his erection and pushed them down his legs. As he kicked them aside, she gazed at one of the largest, thickest cocks she'd ever seen. Her heart raced at the prospects. But first, she looked over at Chris and said, "OK, Chris. Your turn. Get naked." As the other student began to strip, Carolyn turned her back to Mike and said, "Take off my top, please." Mike pulled on one of the strings in the middle of Carolyn's back and soon held both strings in his hands. The teacher held up her arms and Mike dutifully lifted the bikini until it came off. Chris watched the scene from the couch, his stiff cock pointing straight up at the sight of Carolyn's perfect tits being exposed. She smiled at him and winked. That's when she felt Mike's cock push against her ass, sliding up and down on the outside of her bikini bottom. Then his hands came around her sides and lightly cupped her tits. She pressed her ass backwards while Mike pressed forward and Carolyn heard his first groan of pleasure. Mike's hands massaged her tits a little harder and Carolyn felt her nipples hardening against his palms. Mike did too, and he put them between his fingers and squeezed. "Ohhhhh God, yes," the teacher murmured. Then she told him, "Get me naked." Mike eagerly untied and pulled off the bikini bottom, revealing Carolyn's luscious ass. He put his cock on it and pulled her closer, once again feeling his erection sliding up and down in her crack. This time the pressure from her bare skin brought him closer and closer to an orgasm. But he knew there was more to come and held back, waiting for Carolyn's next move. With all three of them naked now, she thought for a moment about the best way to please both boys. Her decision was simple: suck one and let the other fuck her. Carolyn moved over to the couch and got on her knees in front of Chris. She spread his legs with her hands and crawled forward. She looked behind her and Mike was already moving into place behind her ass. Assuming he would know what to do, Carolyn concentrated on Chris. She put one hand around his thick erection and pumped it slowly. She felt it pulse against her hand, making her even more anxious to please the shy student. She leaned down and ran her tongue slowly from his balls up to the tip, lingering there to lick and kiss the throbbing cock. Mike was fingering the teacher's soaking wet pussy, spreading the juices up and over her clit. A minute later, he was ready to enter her. Carolyn had just put her lips around Chris' cock and was beginning to lower her head down the shaft when she felt the tip of Mike's cock at the entrance to her pussy. In the same instant that Chris' cock finally made contact with the back of her throat, Mike plunged his cock into her with a single, violent thrust. Carolyn groaned with pleasure and tightened her lips around Chris' cock. Mike filled her pussy like she'd never felt it filled before and he slowly began to fuck her. Carolyn bobbed her head up and down, in total ecstasy at having a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. Both boys watched her from different ends, each getting a magnificent view of her at work. If Carolyn was expecting sex with Mike and Chris to be the same as the last time she'd had sex with an eighteen year old-about a dozen years earlier-she was wrong. In that earlier episode, the boy lasted about two minutes and she never came close to an orgasm. The instant Mike grabbed her by the hips and began a slow, steady pounding of her pussy she knew he would be different. As for Chris, he was slouched back on the couch awaiting what Carolyn hoped would be a prolonged blowjob. Mike had no desire to hasten to an orgasm the more he felt the teacher's wet, tight pussy clutch at his cock as he fucked her. The sound of his legs slapping against Carolyn's bare ass each time he thrust into her echoed in the room. Soon, her moans joined the chorus as Mike reached under her chest and kneaded her tits roughly. Carolyn tried to focus on the blowjob she was performing, letting her tongue lightly slide up the underside of Chris' cock while her lips applied the pressure. When she reached the tip and lingered there to lick it, her hand gripped the base of the cock and stroked it rapidly. Chris' hips began to rise and fall in rhythm with Carolyn's mouth and hand. The threesome continued that way for more than five minutes. Mike would occasionally slide a finger across Carolyn's clit and he heard the resulting moan it produced. Carolyn alternated licking and sucking on Chris' cock and the head grew harder and turned a bright pink. Chris rested a hand on the back of her head and Carolyn eagerly deep throated him. A couple more minutes passed before Chris could no longer hold back. "Oh God. I'm...I'm gonna...ahhhhhhh...I'm gonna cum!" Carolyn pumped the cock as fast as she could. She could taste the precum on her tongue and sucked him harder. "Now! Oh fuck! I'm cumming...now!" The cock never left Carolyn's mouth as it exploded. One shot after another collected on her tongue and in her throat. Carolyn swallowed and accepted more. Over and over again he drove his cock into her mouth and poured out more cum. The sight and sound of it was too much for Mike. With only a loud moan as a warning, he pulled Carolyn's ass back to him, pushed his cock deeper into her pussy and began to cum. With the last of Chris' cum dripping down her chin, Carolyn leaned forward and marveled at the sensation of Mike's huge cock unloading inside her. She only needed to reach back and touch her clit one time to climax herself. "Yes! Yes! Harder, Mike. Fuck me harder," she told him while her entire body shook. Loud smacks filled the room as Mike fucked her from behind. Carolyn's shrieks were muffled as she put her head on the couch, but both boys knew she was cumming long and hard. Soon, it was over and Carolyn collapsed on Chris' lap as Mike pulled out. *** Two weeks later, Mike and Chris were slowly driving past Carolyn's condo, each of them watching closely for any sign of the teacher. Just as Chris was announcing that she was nowhere in sight, Mike said, "I've got an idea." Chris had heard him say that many times in the past and what followed was normally worth the wait. This time Chris sat quietly while Mike maneuvered the car into one of the visitor's parking spaces a few condos down from Carolyn's. "C'mon," Mike said, opening his door. "Where're we going?" Chris asked. "Follow me." Mike led them to the back of the condos, near a thick line of trees that separated the condo property from a neighboring development. The boys crept along behind the first row of trees until the back of Carolyn's condo was in sight. Teacher's Condo Ch. 02 Carolyn Miller was not unlike a lot of her fellow female high school teachers. She saw guys in the school that she wouldn't mind having sex with if it didn't cost them their livelihood. In fact, she saw guys she WOULD risk her job for under the right conditions. That was where Carolyn separated herself from most other teachers. She acted upon her desires. Carolyn Miller normally got what she wanted. In the previous month, she had got what she wanted from eighteen year old senior students Mike and Chris...twice. First, she had sucked and fucked them during a threesome in her condo. Soon afterwards, another student who lived in her neighborhood, eighteen year old Amy Wilson, joined her in a foursome with the boys. It was that encounter that led Carolyn to her next, very unexpected adventure. Carolyn was single and in her early thirties. Thus, she was not quite old enough to be Amy's mother but almost too old to be her sister. Perhaps it was the perfect age for them to be really good friends because they hit it off immediately. Both were attractive blondes, although Carolyn's hair was short and Amy's long. Carolyn had a nice, but not spectacular, body. Amy could have been a model if she so chose. The two spent much time together in Carolyn's condo talking about school and life and men. Their friendship had grown dramatically after the episode with Mike and Chris, in which Amy had learned the basic art of seduction and how easily young men could be manipulated by a woman's body. However, a small part of that afternoon in Carolyn's basement, which Carolyn herself tended to overlook, weighed heavily on young Amy's mind. One of the things they had done to entice Mike and Chris was role-play as if they were going to have lesbian sex. It never got past the kissing and groping stage, but Amy had thought about it ever since. One evening as they sat in Carolyn's family room, Amy asked, "Carolyn, did you enjoy that day we, you know, kissed...and stuff...in front of the guys?" Carolyn grinned at her obviously shy and cautious questioner. "Of course I did, Amy," she replied. "You played your part perfectly. Didn't you see how hard the guys were?" "Yeah," Amy said. After a short pause, she added, "What if I told you...um, that I...uh, wasn't playing a part. That I really enjoyed it." Carolyn's smile widened. "I'd say we should find an excuse to do it again sometime." "Do we need an excuse?" Carolyn didn't consider herself a lesbian and had never had sex with another woman. But the look in Amy's beautiful blue eyes and the almost desperate expression on the teenager's face would have affected anybody. At the same time, Carolyn wanted to tread carefully. She didn't want to damage the great relationship they had by jumping to conclusions. She decided that, if they did anything, it would be safe and short. "No, we don't need an excuse if it's something you want," Carolyn told Amy. The girl fidgeted on the couch and said, "You kiss better than any guy I've ever had and...and the way you, um, touched me was...well..." Carolyn stood up before Amy could finish her thought. She walked to the couch and sat next to Amy, close enough that their bodies were touching. They looked into each other's eyes and neither could deny a certain type of love in the exchange. Amy's heart pounded. She was nearly shaking when Carolyn said, "Kiss me, Amy. Just like that day." That first kiss had been soft and gentle; barely more than a touching of lips and that was how Amy began this one. And just like the first kiss, this one grew increasingly intense as the seconds passed. Amy's mouth opened just enough for her tongue to come out and swipe across Carolyn's soft lips. Then Carolyn's tongue joined it and the women leaned closer, allowing the kiss to become passionate. Carolyn had reached out for Amy's chest the last time because she wanted the boys to watch. Now she touched the front of Amy's sleeveless blouse because it was what Amy wanted, she thought. But it also seemed like the right thing to do; the natural thing to do. Amy moaned at the feel of Carolyn's fingers lightly caressing her breast, even though a blouse and bra intervened. The teenager was too scared to return the favor to the teacher. Instead, Amy eagerly accepted the prolonged kiss and light touches of the older woman. Then Amy felt Carolyn pushing against her body and Amy was forced onto her back on the couch, her legs still hanging over the edge. Carolyn followed her down and began kissing the side of Amy's face. Carolyn's hand pressed harder on the breast and seized onto the fullness of it more firmly. Carolyn's mouth moved down to Amy's chin and then the side of her neck. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to her to offer the girl the love she had grown to feel for her. At the same time, Carolyn's hand moved from the breast to the opening at the top of the blouse. The fingers slid inside and found the soft skin of the top of Amy's breast. Carolyn's mouth followed and lightly licked the bare skin under Amy's neck while the fingers traced across the top of the bra. Amy's eyes were closed and her breaths came quick and hard. The eyes opened when Carolyn withdrew her hand and stopped kissing the supple skin. The women looked at each other. Carolyn said, "Do you still enjoy it?" Amy was nearly panting, but managed to say, "Oh yeah. I still love it." Carolyn rolled off the couch and looked down on her gorgeous friend. "Maybe we should do it more often." "I think we should," Amy sighed. Amy Wilson had had the same amount of experience with other women as Carolyn. None. She didn't lie awake at night thinking about girls her own age or Carolyn's age or any age. However, it took her by surprise on the day she let Mike fuck her in Carolyn's basement that, the entire time, she was looking over at Carolyn and thinking how great she looked naked. Yes, Mike made her cum and she enjoyed it. But the lingering image of Carolyn had been in her mind ever since. The next week dragged on with only snippets of conversation occurring between Amy and Carolyn in the school hallways. On Thursday, however, things brightened up for the teenager when Carolyn invited her over on Saturday morning. It made Friday seem to last forever and Amy could barely sleep at the thought of seeing her best friend once more. Although Carolyn wasn't quite as excited about another meeting as Amy, she still recognized that their friendship was evolving. Carolyn's age provided her with a clearer perspective than did the teenager's emotion-driven feelings and Carolyn was better able to distinguish an infatuation from true love. Or so she thought. Even she was now beginning to understand that her view of Amy was changing and a definite confusion loitered in the back of her mind. Carolyn decided to let things play out and not force the issue one way or another. The strategy was unlike her take-charge attitude in general, but in this case it felt like the right thing to do. Saturday was a cool, early-Autumn day and Amy elected to wear a V-neck sweater and jeans to Carolyn's condo. She quite often didn't wear a bra under her sweatshirts and sweaters and was mindful of doing without one on this particular day. She, unlike the teacher, was very much thinking about what might transpire during the short time they would be together. Carolyn welcomed her guest in with the usual smile and they settled into their customary couch and chair and began to talk about school. The entire time, Carolyn was studying Amy, looking for signs of anything different in her demeanor. Unfortunately, Carolyn watched Amy the same way she watched single men for signs of interest in her. Carolyn knew when a guy was leaning towards a longer relationship and when they wanted a one-night stand. She didn't know how to interpret Amy's looks and behavior. Oddly enough, it was Carolyn's own demeanor that triggered a reaction in Amy. The teenager was sure the teacher was looking at her in a new way; a more loving way and not just as a friend. Amy may not have been scheming something in her own mind that wasn't true, either. Carolyn WAS acting differently, without consciously realizing it. That little inkling in the back of her mind that things were changing was enough to project something to Amy that the girl was quick to recognize. They talked for half an hour only half listening to each other, while also deciphering all the things happening in their mind. The end result was Amy becoming more impatient to return to a physical bonding with Carolyn and Carolyn becoming more afraid that it might happen. Carolyn wasn't afraid of getting caught. She wasn't afraid of Amy not wanting her. She was afraid she would like it. What would it say about her if she and Amy loved each other? Well, actually, that wasn't it, she decided. It was OK to love someone. What would it say if they loved each other and had sex? That was the frightful part all along, Carolyn surmised. Seducing Mike and Chris was nothing compared to the consequences of taking this...girl...to bed. Then Carolyn comprehended what these questions meant: She was seriously considering doing it. She knew she was seriously considering having sex with Amy Wilson, the fantasy of every boy in the high school. And by even considering it, it was likely to happen. That's the way she was. In addition, Carolyn wondered how much Amy could tell about her conclusions just by looking at her. They eventually talked robotically while studying each other's face, hoping for a sign. Amy wanted a sign of acceptance from Carolyn. The teacher wanted a sign of...what? What did Carolyn really want from Amy? The girl saw Carolyn's eyes narrow and her brow fill with lines of concern. Amy thought she was losing Carolyn. She thought Carolyn was becoming frightened. Amy had to act...now. She got off the couch and walked over to Carolyn's large chair. Without saying a word, she leaned forward, propping herself up by putting her hands on the arms of the chair. Their mouths met and, for the third time during their friendship, they kissed. Every previous time, it was Amy who was hesitant; even shaking a little. This time, Carolyn wasn't sure. She wasn't sure she could stop at a kiss and a brief touching of Amy's delicate skin. As the kiss continued, Amy slowly climbed onto the chair and straddled Carolyn's legs with her own. The teacher put her arms around Amy and the girl settled into Carolyn's lap. They each felt their breasts come together when they came closer together and thoughts of moving beyond a kiss filled each of their minds, but with different feelings attached to the thoughts. Amy very much wanted the next step to come. Carolyn dreaded it. Their hands wandered. Carolyn was kissing Amy's neck again and approaching the lowest point of the opening in the sweater. That's when Amy tried to take charge. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater and began to lift it. "Amy, you shouldn't...we shouldn't be...," Carolyn said as she forcefully pushed Amy off of her. The teenager landed on her feet and could only look on as Carolyn rose out of the chair and briskly walked past her into the kitchen. Amy could hear the teacher's sobs; or, at least, Carolyn's attempts to hide her sobbing. The emotions were too much for Carolyn and they nearly overcame Amy. Surprisingly, it was the younger girl that held it together better and continued in her quest. Amy gave Carolyn a few seconds alone, and then she, too, lightly stepped into the kitchen. Carolyn's back was to her as Carolyn looked out the window, leaning on the edge of the sink trying to regain her composure. Amy inched closer. She was an arm's length away when she said softly, "I'm sorry, Carolyn. I didn't mean to scare you." A little laugh, interrupted by sniffles, came from Carolyn. "You didn't scare me, Amy. It's just...you know, I'm not...oh damn it, Amy, I don't know what I want or want I think any more." Amy put her arms around Carolyn, who gradually turned to face the girl. That's when she realized Amy had entered the kitchen topless. Carolyn gazed at the breasts, hating every thought of lust that filled her brain. "Kiss me, Carolyn, and it will be better," Amy said. Carolyn knew better. Carolyn knew that a kiss would make it worse. She would want to hold Amy and touch her and... They kissed. It was a long, passionate kiss that ended up with Carolyn pushed back against the sink, her hands clutching at the naked breasts in front of her. And then Carolyn was leaning down. Amy put her hand on the back of Carolyn's head and pulled it towards her. A breast was directly in front of Carolyn's face when Amy pulled some more. Carolyn's mouth touched the nipple. Amy was ready for anything, including a complete stoppage to the proceedings. But the teacher kissed the nipple and lightly ran her tongue over it. Amy sighed loud enough for Carolyn to hear. The tongue swiped across the nipple a couple times, and then the lips enclosed it. Soon, a good portion of the breast was in Carolyn's mouth being sucked and licked until Amy moaned. Carolyn moved to the other breast and gave it equal treatment, resulting in two stiff, pink nipples. "Oh, Carolyn. That feels so good," Amy told her quietly. "I want...um, I want you to feel how good it is." This time Carolyn did look at Amy and the pleading in her eyes was undeniable. "Please?" Amy whispered. Carolyn didn't answer. She just leaned back enough for Amy to take her shirt and pull it off. Then Amy reached around and unhooked the bra. She slowly pulled it off and stared, seemingly forever, at the breasts she had thought about for so long. Carolyn's eyes were closed when she felt the lips touch her right nipple. The moment Amy licked it for the first time, Carolyn's pussy tingled with a feeling she'd never known before. Deep inside her stomach, Carolyn felt new surges build up and rush to her pussy as Amy sucked and bit her sensitive breasts. Amy alternated between long kisses and even longer sessions at Carolyn's breasts, causing the teacher to get wetter and wetter by the minute. She moaned as Amy's teeth playfully tugged on the erect nipples. Unconsciously, Carolyn put her hand on Amy's head and held it in place. Carolyn was in a fog, not really thinking about anything besides the pleasure she felt, when Amy's hand began to slide down Carolyn's stomach. The teacher continued to ignore it until she realized the girl's fingers were inside the top of her jeans and were about to go farther. Suddenly, Carolyn gripped Amy's wrist with her hand and pulled it out. "No! Amy, no. We can't." "Why not?" was the quizzical reply. "You know why, Amy." After a short pause, Carolyn said, "Maybe you should leave." The words stung the teenager. They hurt for the entire week that transpired without any words being spoken between the two of them. At school, Carolyn avoided Amy at all costs. She ripped up notes left by the student and ignored phone calls and texts. What Carolyn intended to be a cooling off period ended up being just the opposite. She found herself missing the girl more and more, to the point where she would lie in bed thinking about Amy and playing with her breasts, wishing Amy's lips were there. She even let a hand glide inside her panties, like Amy wanted to, and played with her clit until she was cumming in waves, quietly murmuring the girl's name. Amy, on the other hand, was so conflicted in her feelings she was emotionally lost. How could a woman she tried to please so hard act this way to her? How could she just 'drop' her from her everyday life? Amy thought they were more than friends. She thought they were...lovers. Yes, lovers. Nobody had ever made her feel this way. Amy lived for Carolyn now and...and...Carolyn exited her life without saying a word. It surprised Amy, therefore, when she was handed a note in the hallway by Carolyn that simply read, 'Wednesday evening. My place.' It had been nearly two weeks since their last meeting and every conceivable scenario flashed through Amy's mind as to what Wednesday evening would bring. She expected the worst, of course. She expected Carolyn to say they should never see each other. The teacher had tried to say that over and over again. Now it would happen and Amy's life would have to begin from scratch. She almost dreaded knocking on the door of the condo when she arrived that night. But, she did and waited anxiously. When no one appeared, she knocked a little harder, noticing that the door was slightly ajar. Amy pushed it with hesitation and said, "Carolyn? You there?" Silence followed. So, Amy entered the condo and closed the door quietly. "Carolyn?" she said louder. "In here," came a muffled reply from down the hallway. Unsure which room it came from but pretty sure of the direction, Amy stepped cautiously until reaching the door to the master bedroom. "In here, Amy." The bedroom was empty, but a light came from the master bathroom and Amy walked towards it, somewhat baffled. Nothing that had occurred during the past couple weeks prepared her for what she saw. Carolyn was reclining in her whirlpool bath, facing the door and up to her neck in swirling water. Amy could only stand and stare for a moment. A smile crossed Carolyn's face and then she said, "Well, are you going to get naked and join me or not?" Amy's heart was pounding so fast and hard she could hardly make her hands and arms work as she reached down to pull up on her sweatshirt. Carolyn grinned as the breasts came into view. Then Amy was kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her jeans. The zipper was the only sound besides the bubbling water. Amy stepped out of her jeans and stood next to the tub in just her panties. Carolyn's eyes were all over her and the look on her face excited Amy like never before. Maybe her life wasn't over after all, Amy thought to herself. Maybe it was just beginning. She got naked and the teacher's pussy felt that now-familiar tingle as she studied Amy's neatly trimmed pussy and smooth thighs and gentle sway of the hips. "Get in," Carolyn said gently. She watched Amy's beautiful, round ass enter the water and sink down as the girl took her place facing Carolyn, their legs bent at the knees to allow room. Soon, Carolyn stretched hers out beside Amy and the girl did the same. Carolyn ran her hands up the outside of the calfs and thighs. She would have to move to reach farther, but it could wait. Carolyn leaned back and just looked at her friend. Amy could see the love; even the resignation, perhaps, that Carolyn was feeling. From that moment on, they were to be more than friends. Not much was said at first. Carolyn asked how Amy was doing and Amy lied, saying she had been fine. They let the water flow around them without anything more than tender touches of the legs. Then Amy asked, "How have you been?" "I've been thinking." "About what?" Amy said. "Us." "And?" After a brief delay, Carolyn grabbed Amy's lower legs and pulled the girl towards her while also leaning forward. Amy giggled when she almost went under the water, but found Carolyn hovering above her in the end. "And here we are," Carolyn replied, looking down on the teenager. Carolyn lowered herself into Amy's arms and kissed her more zealously than ever before. Their tongues sought out each other and both women let out moans of delight that previously took minutes to build up to. Their naked, wet bodies ground together with legs intertwined and their hands explored every inch they could find. Amy struggled to stay above the gurgling bubbles, but sometimes the water mixed in with their kiss and neither one of them seemed to care. This time, as Amy's hand came around from Carolyn's ass and slid between her legs, Carolyn didn't stop her. She let the fingers find the slit and work their way up to her clit. After a few wonderful seconds, Carolyn made her way down Amy's body until she could suck on the large breasts. Amy moved up so her chest was out of the water, then leaned her head back and enjoyed the feeling of Carolyn working over her breasts one at a time. Teacher's Condo Ch. 02 Amy's pussy ached so bad and she wondered if today would be the day Carolyn finally made her cum. "Sit on the edge, Amy," Carolyn told her. Amy slid up and got on the smooth, slick surface behind her. She spread her legs and watched as Carolyn moved her head between them. Amy put her hands on the edge and prepared herself for something she'd dreamed of for a long time. Carolyn was not experienced at this, but she knew what she would want done to her and was keen on providing her young friend the same pleasure. The pink pussy she saw was still dripping from the bath and it glistened in the light. Carolyn slowly licked her way up Amy's thigh until feeling the skin separate under her tongue. She tasted the first hint of Amy's juices and followed it to the opening it came from. Amy moaned when Carolyn's tongue spread the lips and entered her for just an instant. The teenager pushed her hips forward and Carolyn responded by diving deeper into the opening. She probed it with her tongue while holding Amy up by the ass. "Oh my God, Carolyn," Amy moaned. "Yes. Yes!" If Amy relished what Carolyn had done so far, she was little prepared for what came next. The teacher pulled her tongue out and traveled up along the slit until feeling the tip of her tongue make contact with the little nub of Amy's clit. Carolyn felt the girl's entire body shudder at that first touch. She licked it again. "Ohhhhhh God. Harder. Please, harder!" Amy cried out. Carolyn licked and sucked on the clit, using her tongue like a finger and feeling the clit grow longer and harder. She put her lips around it and bit lightly, causing Amy to squirm on the edge of the tub and beg for more. Carolyn never lost contact and could tell Amy was getting closer to an orgasm. Despite a desire for the attention Carolyn was giving her to last all night, Amy couldn't hold back her climax any longer. "Now! I'm going to cum, Carolyn. Yesssss!" The orgasm seemed to erupt from deep inside her body and through her pussy. Amy thrashed under the effects of Carolyn's tongue and lips. She pleaded for the teacher to keep going and when the first orgasm seemed to subside, another one started. Carolyn tasted the sweetness work its way up to the clit and she licked Amy's pussy from top to bottom, resulting in more squeals of delight from the girl. It took more than a minute for Amy to finally back away from Carolyn and attempt to recover. They held each other in the water with Amy getting the first taste of her own juices from Carolyn's lips during a kiss. Moments later, they were drying each other off and moving into the bedroom where Carolyn dragged Amy onto the bed and playfully pushed her between her legs. Amy was an amateur, like Carolyn, but brought the teacher to an orgasm quickly and followed up with another treatment soon afterwards. "I wonder what Mike and Chris would think now," Amy said, with her head resting on Carolyn's bare chest. "I think they might want to watch next time," the teacher replied. "Hmmmmm," Amy sighed. Teacher's Condo "You're not thinking of breaking in, are you?" Chris said with doubt in his voice. "We shouldn't have to," was Mike's reply. "Just stay out of sight as much as possible." He surveyed the condos on either side of Carolyn's and then motioned for Chris to follow him. They sped across an open, grassy area until hugging the back wall of Carolyn's place, just beside the back porch, which was a walk-out from her basement. Mike leaned around the corner and peered through the sliding glass doors. The basement was finished and a rec room was nearest the doors. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness inside, he saw movement. Two people were to his right. One was taking a seat in a chair and the other sat on a couch. He leaned closer and then froze. "Oh shit, Chris. It's Amy Wilson...and Carolyn," he whispered. "Are they naked?" Chris asked, leaning around his friend to get a view inside. "Don't let them see you!" Chris was only slightly disappointed to see both females in t-shirts and shorts. But he, along with Mike, couldn't stop staring at the two women they fantasized about the most. "I wonder how long they've been friends," Mike said. "Good enough friends to meet like this." Chris didn't answer and he didn't care. His attention was locked onto Amy's incredible body and her long, blonde hair. Then he looked at Carolyn and instantly flashed back to when her mouth was wrapped around his cock, which was already reacting from the memory. Inside the condo, Carolyn and Amy were laughing at stories from school. Carolyn knew from experience that she could tell things to the eighteen year old girl that would never leave the basement. And Amy did the same, much to the delight of the teacher. Then Carolyn slid onto the couch next to Amy and leaned towards her. In a whisper, she said into Amy's ear, "Listen to me, Amy. Mike and Chris from school are at the sliding doors. I saw them in a reflection on one of the pictures behind you. Do what I say and we can have some fun. OK?" Amy nodded, trying not to stare at the doors. "Would you feel uncomfortable if I kissed you?" Carolyn asked, her face against Amy's hair. "Not if it's to put on a good show." "Exactly," Carolyn said. "I have a plan that you might enjoy. Have you ever thought about fucking Mike?" Amy grinned as Carolyn nibbled on her ear. "Kind of. He's cute. And he has a good body." "You can have him if you play along." "Let's do it," Amy said. Carolyn moved closer and brought her face in front of Amy's. She ran her hand over Amy's hair and pulled her head towards her. Then their lips met and Amy felt a shiver run through her entire body. The little kiss that followed made both of them feel a little more at ease. Then Carolyn tilted her head and the kiss grew harder. Soon, their tongues met and a long kiss ensued. "Jesus fucking Christ," Mike mumbled. Chris rubbed his cock when he saw Carolyn's hand rise up the outside of Amy's shirt and stop on top of one of Amy's large breasts. The shirt stretched as the teacher's fingers tightened around the tit. "God, Carolyn," Amy muttered. "I'm not sure I'm going to want Mike if you keep that up." Carolyn hid her laugh by pressing her lips against Amy's once more. Now both women's hands were exploring each other, sliding up into t-shirts or down the back of shorts. On the other side of the sliding glass doors, two young men were getting harder and harder. "I guess this means fucking Amy is out of the question," Mike said in a low, sad voice. Carolyn whispered to Amy, "OK. Now it's up to you, if you really want him. I'm going to leave for a minute. I want you to start to strip. I'll leave it up to you how fast and how far you want to go, but you need to keep their attention for a while. Make it look like you're just getting ready for me to come back. Got it?" Amy nodded. "I'm fucking shaking, though, Carolyn. I've never done anything like this before." Carolyn kissed Amy's ear and said, "Pretend you're at the pool in your bikini, only it's a topless pool." Amy giggled. "OK. I can do that." Carolyn stood up and briskly walked across the room, turning into a stairwell that went upstairs. Slowly, Amy also stood and nervously kicked off her sandals. The temptation to look at the sliding glass doors was overwhelming, but she trusted Carolyn and was anxious to find out what her plan was. So, Amy stood so the boys could see her silhouette as she unhurriedly pulled up on the bottom of her t-shirt with both hands. The shirt rose up to her breasts and eventually above them. Amy pulled it over her head and shook her hair back into place as she tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair. Her thin, white bra felt inadequate, even though Amy knew it showed no more than her bikini. The knowledge that both of her schoolmates were watching every move she made both scared her and exhilarated her. Now she was faced with removing her shorts in front of them and it only took a single deep breath for her to be ready. Amy bent slightly at the waist as the shorts fell to the floor. "You have your phone with you, don't you?" Chris asked. "Record this!" Mike hurriedly fumbled in his pocket for his phone and said, "Oh, yeah! You're right. Good thinking, man." Amy ran her hands across her bare stomach and up her sides to the bra. She was trying to kill some time, but she wasn't sure what for or for how long. Eventually, she reached behind her for the clip. It unfastened easily and she held the bra in place. Outside, two boys held their breath. Just as the bra began to come off, Mike and Chris heard, "Hi, guys!" The glass door rattled from a terrified Chris slamming Mike into it. The phone fell to the ground and both boys turned to see Carolyn behind them. "Taking another shortcut?" she asked with a smile. "No. I mean, uh, yeah...we...we were just...," Mike stammered as he bent to pick up his phone. "You were just spying." Chris said quickly, "No. It wasn't that. We were walking through these back yards and wanted to see if you were in." "And instead of knocking," Carolyn said calmly, "you decided to get off by spying on us. You've been here for almost ten minutes. That's plenty of time to knock, I think." "We better get going, Chris," Mike said, taking a step forward. But Carolyn blocked his path. "No, I think you both better come inside." Carolyn slid the door open and waited for Mike and Chris to enter, after which she closed the door and locked it. Amy still stood in front of the couch in just her panties, having watched without hearing what transpired on the patio. Now she was the object of the boys' intense staring at her full, firm breasts. Carolyn said, "Amy, if anybody came to you and said Mike had been caught breaking into the back of my condo, would you doubt it? Would anybody doubt it?" Amy shook her head. "Nope." Carolyn looked at Mike and Chris and said, "I think she's right. So, here are your options today. Do what I say or try to explain to the police why you're here." They agreed, naturally, each of them thinking their 'punishment' might not be as bad as it might have been. "I hope our little performance earlier made you horny," Carolyn told the boys, "because the show has just begun. Mike, your co-star is going to be Amy and I'm going to team up with Chris. And we give the orders. Amy, he's all yours." The girl's eyes lit up as she motioned for Mike to come to her. She looked down at the remnants of the bulge in his shorts and said, "Get undressed." Chris received the same directions from Carolyn and she and Amy stood and watched as shirts and shorts and underwear piled up on the floor. Amy successfully hid her delight at the sight of Mike's semi-erect cock, but knew there was nothing she could do about the moisture collecting in her pussy. Carolyn wasn't disappointed, either, in revisiting Chris' surprisingly large cock. Amy looked up at Mike and said, "Take off my panties." Carolyn began to strip while watching Mike pull off Amy's tiny panties and exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. Before Mike could stand up, Amy had her hand on his head and she was spreading her legs. "Lick me, Mike." Chris was fully erect by the time Carolyn was naked and Mike's face was approaching Amy's pussy. Then he saw Mike's tongue come out and slide up the inside of Amy's thigh until contacting her wet slit. "Get on your knees," Carolyn told Chris, moving towards him in preparation for similar treatment. Mike tasted Amy's sweet juices for the first time and felt his cock ready to explode. He gripped her by the ass and pulled her close so his tongue could penetrate her pussy. Amy gasped when she first felt the long tongue slide inside her and her entire body tensed up when the tongue moved up to her clit. Mike closed his lips around the swollen clit and stabbed at it with his tongue while Amy wriggled with ecstasy. Long bouts of having her clit attacked were interrupted by Mike's tongue diving deep inside her pussy, bringing Amy closer and closer to a climax she desperately wanted to delay. Carolyn was suffering the same fate due to some surprisingly skillful work by Chris' mouth. She had to stop him at that point and she moved to a chair, where she sat, spread her legs and begged Chris to continue. Amy was soon on the couch, with Mike between her legs, licking and sucking her pussy while reaching up to squeeze her tits and pull on the nipples. Amy's whimpers grew louder and longer. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chris eagerly eating out Carolyn, whose soft cries and shaking body gave away the fact her orgasm wasn't far off. Mike had Amy's ass in the palm of his hands when he was sure she was about to cum. He ran his tongue over her clit one more time and bit on it lightly, producing her loudest moan yet. "Yes! Yessssss! Right there," Amy told Mike. To his surprise, Amy held out several more minutes before finally tilting her head back, using both hands to pull Mike closer, and crying out, "Oh my God. Yessssss!" Mike licked her pussy and clit as hard as he could while she came. Amy's squeals of joy increased with each new orgasm that Mike brought her to. Carolyn was already on the verge of cumming when she looked over at Mike's massive erection hanging between his legs. Chris licked her clit and that was enough. Carolyn started a series of orgasms that left her breathlessly slouched in the chair. Mike didn't wait for his next set of orders. He moved up and lowered his head onto one of Amy's tits and began to suck on it. Amy swung her legs onto the couch and Mike climbed on top of her, hardly losing contact with her tit in the process. He licked the nipple and put it between his teeth in the same manner as her clit, getting nearly the same result—a delightful groan from Amy. Across the room, Carolyn had stood up and told Chris to sit in the chair. Then the teacher straddled his legs and used her hand to place his cock at the entrance to her pussy. A few seconds later, she was lowering herself onto it and getting ready for a wild ride. Amy wrapped her fingers around Mike's erection and said, "Fuck me, Mike. I want you inside me." He had to hold himself back from simply driving his cock into her like he wanted to. Instead, he let her guide it and then let the head slowly spread her pussy lips apart before pushing. But she was so wet and he was so eager, Mike was inside her and dropping his body onto hers in just seconds. "Ohhhh, that's so good," Amy sighed. "So good. Fuck me, Mike. Slowly fuck me, please." He held her tight while his cock glided in and out of her young, tight pussy. They rolled onto their sides and Mike moved down to take her tit into his mouth again while continuing to fuck her. He clutched at her soft ass cheeks until he felt his balls getting ready to unleash his cum. Meanwhile, Carolyn was leaning forward so Chris could suck on her tits, his cock continually thrusting up into her pussy. The boy would have preferred to spend the rest of the day like that, but having watched Carolyn and Amy together brought him to a quick climax. He grabbed Carolyn by the ass and told her he was ready. She squeezed his cock with her pussy and heard his groan. Then he shoved his cock into her, held it in place, and began to cum. Mike soon followed. He was on top of Amy again, forcing his cock into her pussy with strong, rapid strokes. Then, to her surprise and delight, he pulled out and stroked himself over her. The first long blast of cum landed on her chin and neck. The next two covered her tits, and soon she had a pool of his white cum between them. Chris' grunts were diminishing and the end of his orgasm saw Carolyn lift herself off and then lean down to lick him clean. The four of them didn't know it at the time, but more escapades were about to follow in the teacher's condo. Teacher's Conference Thanks to Corey, who liked my first story enough to suggest a topic for another one. This one's for you! ***** "Cole is doing an excellent job so far, Mr. Vaughn," said the pretty young teacher. She smiled, with such directness, such sincerity, that Casey couldn't help but believe her. He smiled back. "Thank you, Miss Perkins, and please…just call me Casey," he said. It was a relief to know that Cole was doing so well in the structure of a classroom. "He's doing very well with his letters, have you been working with him?" she asked, crossing her shapely, long legs as she did so. "Yes, I've been trying to. To be honest though, I'm not sure how much he's absorbing," gulped Casey, eyes traveling up those beautiful legs. Eye contact, he reminded himself, make eye contact. It was an effort to remove his attention from the hemline of the short, gray wool skirt, where he wanted to linger, and imagine the sweetness just a few inches farther up. Their eyes met and she winked, as if reading his thoughts, before seductively re-crossing her legs. "Well…Casey…" she said in a conspiratorial tone. "I'm going to let you in on a secret." She leaned closer, and he caught a whiff of her musky perfume, which made his head spin. "He's four," she whispered. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that her blouse had come unbuttoned when she leaned forward, and he wanted to push the silky fabric off her shoulder and see what lay beneath. But through sheer will, he returned her gaze, and laughed, a smoky, sexy chuckle that seemed so out of place here - a preschool classroom, seated at a child-sized table, discussing his four-year-old's adjustment to preschool. She straightened up, still unaware of the gaping button, and said lightly, "Four-year-olds have notoriously short attention spans. But you'd be amazed at how much they catch when you think they're not listening." He knew she was right, and nodded his agreement. It didn't seem to be a problem, but Casey had to ask, "He's not having trouble getting along with the other kids, is he?" Concern lit up her green eyes, and Miss Perkins straightened up further in her tiny chair. "Oh, no," she said, shaking her head vehemently, causing the soft brown curls to bounce happily, practically begging Casey to run his fingers through them. He was visibly relieved, and sighed. "Great, I mean he's having such a hard time with his mom leaving, I just…" his words trailed off when Miss Perkins picked up his hand and stroked his thumb. An erection immediately began stirring in his pants, and he squirmed. "Casey," she began quietly. "I know it's been a tough situation for both of you…" she stopped and looked at their hands: hers with their short, painted nails, stroking his rough, work-worn ones. His palms were sweating, she realized, and he was shaking. "I'm sorry," she said. "That was terribly unprofessional." She released her grasp and folded her hands primly in her lap. There was a moment of awkward silence before Casey spoke. "Miss Perkins, I…" "Susan…please call me Susan," she interrupted with a shy smile. "Sorry…Susan…I…I was just going to ask if maybe we could continue our discussion over dinner tonight," he said hesitantly. It was dangerous ground, bordering on unethical, and he knew it all too well. But he'd been fighting his attraction to her since the day he first brought Cole into this classroom, and the moment she put her hand on his, he knew she felt it too, and was not about to let the moment pass. Her green eyes flickered with uncertainty and she raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure…I mean, we probably shouldn't." She was obviously torn, the polished reserve about to crumble. "I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry," he said. "Don't be sorry, I just don't think it would be proper," she explained with a disappointed frown. "See, Susan, I thought there was something between us just a second ago, and I know it's probably not right and all, but I am really attracted to you, so I had to ask." He stood up to leave, thankful that his boxers and the relaxed-fit work pants he wore would at least partially conceal the erection still growing inside. In a heartbeat, she was in front of him, blocking the door. She locked it before turning around, holding a hand up in a signal for him to stop. He did, and watched in wonder as she realized for the first time that her blouse had come unbuttoned. She looked down with an embarrassed smile, then up at him with a raised eyebrow. "I felt it too," she whispered. "And I'm disappointed that you'd give up so easily." He closed the space between them and brought her to him in a fierce collision of mouths and bodies. He cautiously parted her lips and was welcomed by her warm, sweet mouth. He delved deeper, their tongues dancing a seductive, passionate dance. He caressed her ass with both hands, but the combined restriction of pantyhose and her tight skirt served only to make his cock jump in frustration. Had Susan not made the first move, Casey might've been content to let the dinner invitation and her subsequent rejection slide, chalk it up to an oh-well-I-tried, and get on with it. But here she was, this amazing, beautiful woman, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding her hands inside, sending shivers through every part of his body. Proper, indeed. He took her brazen exploration as an invitation to go further himself, and hiked the short skirt up on her thighs, pinning her against the wall with his hips so his hands could roam higher still. She moaned, feeling his heat through the layers of clothing, and just as his fingers found her swollen bud, sheathed in its nylon captivity, she grabbed hold of his shirt and dragged him to her desk, clearing away the clutter with one smooth swipe. Perched on the edge of the desk, Susan resumed her focus on undressing Casey, while he, with one hand, unzipped her skirt and buried the other in the soft tangle of silky curls at the base of her neck. Once he had freed her from her skirt, Susan broke their contact just long enough to slip off her nylons and panties, which were unceremoniously tossed aside. As she straightened up, she trailed her hands up Casey's legs, ultimately grabbing the hot missile through his pants before unzipping them to extract it for closer inspection. "A+!" growled the teacher as his thick johnson swung into view. Casey was taken by surprise when she immediately devoured his entire 7" and began sucking like a newborn calf at its mother's teat for the first time. He moaned in total ecstasy and gripped a fistful of those gorgeous curls while she bobbed up and down, making sweet sounds of enjoyment. She was relentless, masterfully stroking with her tongue as she deep-throated his cock. She fingered his balls, obviously having a great time, and seemingly intent on making him cum. Casey was loath to shoot off so soon, before getting his fill of her…or giving her her fill of him, however you wanted to put it, he thought with a grin. He gently and reluctantly pulled her off his shaft, and she gave his balls a farewell squeeze, which was nearly enough to earn her a load of hot cum all over her desire-stricken face. He finished undressing her, letting the creamy silk blouse fall to the floor and freeing her heaving chest of the sexy bra. While caressing one petite nipple, his tongue and teeth nipped and played with the other until they both stood rock-hard from his attentions. He nuzzled at them a moment longer, then slowly, deliberately, kissed a trail up her neck, her jaw line. His name caught in her throat as he finally took control of her mouth again. Fingers moved downward, finding the sweet, wet mat of hair at her center, and navigated toward what was beyond. Susan took hold of his cock and began pumping with her hand, pausing only when Casey inserted first one, then two fingers, into her waiting pussy. He could feel a load of cum building again, so he removed her hand and placed it over one perky round tit, encouraging her to play with it while he continued to finger fuck her. He pushed her down on the desk to get a better view of her tiny hole. Her eyes were glazed and she stared hungrily at his cock. But for Casey, one look at her beautiful pussy, and he knew he had to have a taste. It was tight, and shining with juice, and had been neatly trimmed. He scooted her to the very edge of the desk, where she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him go down on his knees and bury his face in her moist red slit. She gasped when his teeth grazed her clit and gently bit down on the swollen nub, tugged and released. His tongue flicked in and out as he licked and tasted everything Susan had to offer. She writhed on the desk, loving the sight of his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his tousled hair bathed in the hazy light coming through the drawn shades of the classroom. All at once she felt an increasing heat. Casey recognized her oncoming orgasm, and eagerly lapped as quickly as he could. Susan gripped the edges of the desk, holding on as if she would drown if she let go. She screamed and shuddered when the first round hit, bucking her hips against Casey's mouth, begging him not to stop. He was happy to oblige, but as soon as the trembling subsided, he stood and guided her so that she was face down on the desk, and prepared to stuff that tight little hole. He guided his stiff prick to her entrance and eased the tip inside, moaning when she shifted to allow easier access. With one quick thrust, he was all the way inside her, and, gripping her tight round ass, he started to pump in a measured rhythm, wanting to savor the heat of this intense coupling as long as he could. Susan, for her part, was moaning for him to go deeper, so without missing a beat, he helped her swivel on the desk, lifting one leg up and maneuvering her around so they were facing each other again. She's got to be a dancer, he marveled when she pulled the leg up to her chest. She had such amazing flexibility. He ground his hips to hers more and more rapidly. She used the fingers of her free hand to stroke her clit, then how she did it, he had no idea - he would've sworn there wasn't a hair's breadth between his shaft and her lips - she stuck a finger inside and began moving it in a rhythm counter to his own. This was too much, and almost without warning, he shot a great jet of frothy cum into her. A loud groan escaped his lips, and he froze, unable to move with the paralyzing sensations. Susan let go of her leg and draped it over his shoulder, using it as leverage to pick up where he had left off, and within seconds, she too was immobilized by an orgasm of such force that she was certain she felt the desk shaking under her. Coming down from their respective highs, Susan and Casey helped each other into their clothes, and parted with a tender kiss at the door. "Dinner tonight?" he asked. "Pick me up at six," she whispered huskily. "Later we'll have dessert at my place." Casey couldn't help the stupid grin on his face as he got into his truck. "I'll bring the whipped cream," he told her before closing his door and driving off.