1 comments/ 38650 views/ 4 favorites Teacher Needs a Lesson Ch. 01 By: Emmcee20 I couldn't believe how frustrating it would be to have to go back to school. At 20 I am so much older than these childish kids but the Uni won't take my application without a couple of pre-req's. It didn't help that the local college wasn't offering make up courses so it was back to school or wait a year. Typical, that useless Guidance Officer gave me wrong info and I have to pay the penalty of doing Lit and History as a "mature age' enrolment. I'm in a class with all these 16 year olds that don't know their brain from their bum and I feel like an idiot. The Lit is fine but God, the History course is hard yards. At least I've got a hot teacher! Hmm Ms Stein - must be in her 40s but great figure. Wonder if she knows how many of the boys have got boners after her class. It's fun to watch actually while I sit at the back. She's got a nice figure and certainly makes a point of dressing to show it off. I'd love to see those stocking tops, or is it pantyhose, when she gets up from her chair to come around the room and then, of course, it's all dicks up as she hovers over your shoulder and incidentally rubs her firm tits on your back as she leans over to correct your errors on your work. Always in a nice lacy bra too - easy to know as she bends over and always has a couple of buttons undone. She wears sexy gear there's no doubt but what's under that I wonder? Bet she keeps it shaved and wet all day as she teases the boys. It's got to be why she wears that nice perfume - to hide her own scent. Still I must concentrate as I have to pass this course and I must admit I am not a natural at the subject. Okay, here she comes. Swaying hips and those heels do wonders for the shape of her legs - concentrate! Poor Jim across the aisle is getting the full down-the-front-of-the-blouse view as she leans over his desk front - wouldn't mind betting he's lucky she's not beside him; I'd bet his cock would flip that desk over in a second. Now it's my turn. Round the back she comes and the classic hand on the back of the chair to lean over my shoulder. And there it is - firm tit in the middle of my spine! God she is warm. "Pardon Miss?" Got to concentrate. "I said Mark that you're not using the essay structure I showed the class. See ... here and here you need to have the quotes to prove your thesis." I wish I could tell where she was pointing but as she reached for my essay I got a full right tit in the shoulder and her sexy as Hell mouth is an inch from my ear. I wish I had the stones; I'd just turn and kiss her fully on the mouth and see how those nipples harden. "I know it's hard Mark, but these students have been doing this a lot longer. You need to put in the extra effort to catch up." I bet you know it's hard Ms Stein - you're making it that way. "I will Miss. I'll try to remember." "Perhaps some extra time is needed. I could help you in my free period later today if you wish?" "That would be great Miss. Thanks. I'll come to your office after lunch." "Okay then." And it's tits away. All the time we chatted she was gyrating against my back. She loves it! Never goes near the girls like that and you can see that one or to wouldn't mind. They can see what she does to the boys but the guys won't complain as long as they are getting a feel of those full boobs. Still, at the end of it all, I have to pass this course so I guess I'll just grin and bare it and try to focus. After a short period of quiet work the bell went and we made our way out to head for the cafeteria. Lots of books held in front of laps - you've got to laugh. After a snack and a break out in the warm sunshine, the bell went. All the kids headed to class but, being on a two class timetable, I was free. I could have headed home but thought if Ms Stein was offering to help I needed to take what help I could get. A few of the ditzy girls hung around making them very late for their final class. After being here a few weeks I'd already heard the rumours about 'what a hunk' I am. I guess anyone in their world who isn't pimply faced counts as a hunk although, if I am honest, I haven't exactly struggled for lady companionship; at least not until I went back to school. What a turn off that is when you're in a club ... "And what do you do when you aren't chatting up lovely ladies?" "I'm finishing high school!" The look says it all - what a retard he must be! Finally the yard is clear and I can feel safe heading towards the office area. I don't really want the other kids knowing I have remedial classes - they'll think I am a retard too. I still have to get by every day and high school hasn't changed much. Reputation is everything and I still have to have someone to talk to just so I don't go crazy for the four half-days I'm here. I make my way to the office and knock on the door. "Come in?" Ms Stein's soft voices calls. I open the door and enter. "Well Mark I am glad you decided to come. Let's get started." Already she was on her feet and coming around her desk. "We can work over here," and she pointed to a side table with two chairs crammed side by side. I pulled out a chair for her and offered, "Ma'am?" She laughed, "My what a gentleman," as she sat down. Pushing her chair in allowed a great view down her blouse - was it open another button? She patted the chair beside her, "Well let's get started," and she looked around and saw my gaze. Standing over her for a change I looked up into her eyes and then back down at those gorgeous tits. She sort of gasped and then turned away, a hand coming up to her cleavage. I guess I'd spoiled it. Oh well, still had a good view first. I sat down and brought out my books and put them on the table. I moved in to the table and immediately noticed that the small space forced our legs into contact, her thigh alongside mine. She didn't pull away. I wonder how much can be put down to luck and how much to psychology? I'd given her the right chair and I took the left. This had the happy result that her blouse hung open to my view while we were seated together. That plump firm tit and that black lacy bra were in full view as she hadn't actually buttoned up anymore. This was going to be hard work. I opened my book and we started looking at my notes for the essay topic. As she read them I sat waiting and gazing at her lovely cleavage. I am sure that she wasn't oblivious to this but she made no move to avoid it either. I guess she was enjoying putting on the show. I wonder how wet she was below? Her perfume was quite intoxicating when this close. "Hmm, good ideas Mark but they need organising. Let me see your planning." She turned more toward me and put her hand on the back of my chair. More lace on display and practically an open cleavage. Again I flipped a page or two and as I turned the page and put it down the back of my hand brushed across the front of her breast. I could distinctly feel a hard nipple pushing through the material. My God she was begging for it! Pretending to try to find the page I kept flipping back and forth 3 or 4 times and each time I made a point of grazing against that tit. No protest ... hmmm! "Ah here it is Miss," I whispered. "Oh Mark," she breathed deeply, swelling her nipple against my hand, "I think as a mature student and in private like this you can call me Janette. Not in class you understand but in here we can be less formal, okay?" "Sure Janette." I left my hand where it was and she leaned in again to read my essay plan crushing my hand against the desk with that pointed tit. I wish I'd written a longer plan! After a brief moment she started to move away and began to speak, "Well I think that your ..." It was as far as she got because it was at that moment, I don't know why, I decided to turn my newly released hand and cup her lower breast. She took in a sharp breath and then looked into my eyes before looking down. It seemed like an age. We didn't move until I gave the slightest squeeze and she murmured, "Ohh!" She looked up again but still didn't move so I took the initiative and squeezed more firmly and shifted to cup more of her tit as I leaned over and kissed her. She didn't respond at first but sat motionless. I knew I was well over the line but whatever it was, it was too late now. It's as well to be hanged for a sheep as a lamb my Lit teacher had quoted from somewhere a day or so ago. Never was a lesson learned so quickly or thoroughly. I pushed in closer and pressed my lips to hers kissing her fully on the mouth. She made a quiet mewling sound as she responded to the kiss and I felt her tongue against my lips. I turned to her and my other hand went straight to her blouse, inside the opening and onto the full firm nipple that was trying to punch a hole in her bra. I squeezed and captured that nipple that seemed incredibly long between my thumb and finger and began to gently roll it around. Ms Stein's ... Janette's breath was coming in gasps and her bosom was heaving with her arousal. Maintaining the kiss I pushed back my chair and turned toward her, my knee pushing between her two open thighs. Pushing between them she opened more. I sucked her tongue that was now in my mouth. It was unusual for me to have the experience of being kissed this way but her hot and experienced mouth showed me she knew how to kiss as my tonsils were inspected. I allowed one hand to roam across her breasts while I dropped the other into her lap and pushed up the hem of her skirt. "No! We mustn't!" she breathed into my mouth but I wasn't really listening to the teacher's instructions at this moment. The stocking clad thigh was hot and my hand made its way along the smooth silky material until it reached a clasp and lacy stocking top. One question answered - she was a stockings and suspenders lady. Not surprising but certainly pleasing. I pushed forward and she clamped her thighs together on my hand, pulling away from the kiss, "No we mustn't Mark!" "A bit late to say that Janette," I said as I pushed further and there was that inferno of her core at my finger tips. In one of those corny romance novels it would say 'she swooned'. She fell back in her chair and her legs lost their grip on me and my fingers delved into the wetness of her panties. I couldn't see them but they were obviously a match for the lacy bra. I fondled her cunt lips and felt how much they protruded and were engorged with her on heat as she was. Sliding them to one side I plunged a finger fully inside her and she clamped her vaginal walls to hold it there as she started panting. I withdrew and pushed in again setting up a simple steady pace trying to extend a digit to brush against her clit. Answer number two - as shaved cunt, I knew it! She had thrown herself back in the chair by now and I was able to thrust a second finger into her and I could sense her building towards an orgasm. The panties were restricting my movement so I stopped pushing. "Take your panties off!" "What?" she asked, a glazed look in her eyes. "Take off your panties for me!" She understood my demand and didn't even seem to hesitate. She stood up in front of me between the chairs and reached up under her skirt on each side and drew down the soaking material and stepped out of them. The whole time she was looking down into my lap where she saw the outline of my cock tenting my pants. She bent at the waist and picked up the flimsy material scrap and wantonly dropped it atop my cock in my lap. She started to bend down toward me I think to kiss me when the office door opened. Mr Graham the Geography teacher came in and stopped suddenly. "Oh sorry to interrupt, just grabbing a text," he said and then he paused to peruse the scene before him. Luckily for Ms S her blouse had fallen back into its natural position as she stood up when she heard the door opening. Her skirt was at its usual knee length and her knickers were hidden in my lap. "Oh Harold, that's alright," she said perhaps a little too brightly as she heard the final bell ring in the background, "we were just finishing off." Not quite I thought! She turned back to me and the look of loss in her face was a vision to behold - loss of the orgasm I think she was near, loss of the fuck I was going to give her but, at least in my mind, mostly the loss of the panties that were now in my possession. It was an interesting hold to have over my teacher. What a rumour that would be and it would be believed too. Mr Graham's arrival had quelled my ambition for the moment and my impromptu swelling had wilted quickly. It was only time now for a carefully stage-managed exit. Gathering my books and standing up, secreting the panties in my pocket as I did and still secreting fluids into my boxers, I made my exit. "Thanks for the help Miss. I'll see you tomorrow in class. I'll get that homework finished tonight." Only you and I knew the homework would be me using your panties along the length of my cock and smelling your womanly scent as I came into them. "See ya Mr Graham." "Bye." And I was gone. Teacher Needs a Lesson Ch. 02 Following their first interrupted encounter, Mark wonders what the next day at school will bring for teh 18-year-old school kid. To get the back story read Chapter one first. _____________________________ What a day yesterday was! Ms Stein's come-on had me hard all night until I finally did tug it into those sexy smelling knickers of hers and then dreamed all night of what possibilities there are with this hot lady. But now, as reality sinks back in, I have to go into her class in a few minutes. I wonder how she is going to react? On my way to class I spot her coming out of the staffroom and she turns the other way, heading to class, as I catch up behind her in the crowd. The old school isn't really designed for the number of kids its got and there is some hold up ahead so the crowd comes to a halt, all crowded together shoulder to shoulder. Ms Stein is right in front of me near the wall in the corridor - why not? I reach out with my hand in the crowd and fondle her firm bum cheek. She doesn't even flinch! Doesn't look around; nothing! She has to feel it! I squeeze and massage a little more - if anything she is pushing back at me. She is unbelievable and I am hot for her again. Sidling over half a step I now have my hardening cock brushing against her bum. You didn't get to feel it yesterday Janette but you can feel it now! The barest movement has her nestling my cock in her crack as I stand seven inches taller than her in the crowd pretending to wait for the delay to end. Soon we are moving around a corner and there is the classroom. She still doesn't acknowledge me at all damn her! She walks in ahead of me, "Sorry people. Some goose dropped his books again!" General chuckling meets the comment as she goes to her desk and I turn to my usual seat only to find it being used. I quickly grab the first seat at the front near the door. My cock is still straining at the front of my pants. Ellen Brooks, the cute blonde foreign girl, is looking closely and catches my eye. Embarrassing! I sit and start organising my stuff when Ms S says, "Given the quality of some of the research in the last assignment, I've decided to give you a spot quiz today. Texts on the floor please as I hand the test out. Don't turn the test over until you are told." She is already going down the rows placing sheets on desks. Starting at the far side, I am the last to get the paper. She brushes past my shoulder as she drops it in front of me, "You may begin - you have 45 minutes of silent working time." She walks back to her desk and sits down. I turn the page over and there attached to the top corner is a note, "Mark, please see me after class regarding your homework." and it was signed Ms Stein. It was so innocent - any kid in class seeing it would think I was in trouble and they'd probably be laughing. I quickly tore it off and stuffed it in my shirt pocket and then I looked up at her. She was watching me the whole time. What was she doing? I'd finger-fucked her yesterday and wanked into her panties last night. You'd think she'd be a little embarrassed but here she was pushing it harder. Weird. I tried to concentrate on the history test but my mind wasn't on it. Every time I glanced up she seemed to be sitting there watching me. From my position I could see around her desk and up to her thigh because of the way she had her legs crossed. Was that more stocking top? She was bloody well teasing me! The test finished and that was the period done. I started to get up to leave figuring I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of taking control but she commented, "Mark, please wait a moment - I need to discuss your homework." She wasn't letting me escape easily and the last few of the class passed me by smiling as I sat back down. Again Ellen Brooks slowed down as she passed. She smiled and quite obviously tried to look down into my lap again. I could nail that piece of arse - that cute European accent might stop if my cock was in her throat. I waited. The torture continued as Ms Stein went about the room collecting the papers until we were alone in the room and as she got to my desk she moved past me and closed the door and I think she flipped the latch to lock. She turned back to me, looking me straight in the eyes. "I think we need to have a little chat Mark," she said as she pulled out the chair next to mine and sat facing me, that cleavage jumping out of the undone buttons of her blouse. At last there was a slight hint of her nerves as she looked down and hesitated, "About yesterday ... as a teacher, and a professional, it should not have happened. I am sorry that I put you in that situation ... and I hope you will understand that it can never happen again." This last came in almost a whisper. My nerves were gone now as I watched her losing her nerve while she spoke. "Well Miss I understand," I began, "that it is difficult for you with an older student in the class. But I accept that I also contributed to the situation yesterday because I find you so attractive." She smiled at the compliment and I think because she thought I understood what she was doing in back-pedalling out of the situation. "But I don't know that I am prepared to give up on History just yet." I reached out and cupped her breast. "Oh Mark! No, we mustn't!" she tried to pull away but I squeezed firmly and held her tit in my hand. "I think Janette that you owe me a little more than that. I fingered your cunt yesterday and you were wet but then we were interrupted. I think it's time you paid me back." I reached over with my other hand and took her wrist and pulled it to my tented lap. She held her hand firm at first, refusing to make the contact but I held her wrist and rotated it around the lump, stroking the outline of my cock. My other hand was now fondling her full firm breast and the nipple was pushing into my palm. I quickly realised that her grip on my groin was increasing and she was starting to fondle the shape of my cock. I released her wrist and then leaned forward to slip my hands into her bra and caress both tits. Her sexy lingerie slipped below her boobs and her nipples stood out to my grip as I rolled them between my thumbs and index fingers simultaneously. I was caressing her openly as she fondled my hard cock through my pants. I leaned forward and stooped to her bosom and sucked in her right nipple and mouthed the firm flesh, licking around the dimpled areola, the taut flesh begging for more attention. I suckled on her wonderful tit and felt her flesh soften and fill my mouth. "Oh my God! Ohhh! Oh, suck harder ... please ... " I suckled like a baby only praying that some warm milk would spray from the rock hard nipple that was elongated to the back of my mouth with the extra pulling I was giving it with my sucking. My cock was being squeezed firmly and I figured the lunch break wouldn't last forever. I leaned back and stood up, her tit popping wetly from my mouth and looking red and angry from the attention. There I was in front of Ms S and I quickly flipped my belt buckle loose and unzipped. Shoving my pants down right in front of her face I told her, "Suck me!" She was looking up into my eyes until I had dropped my pants and then she looked for the hard cock that she obviously wanted to see after feeling it as she had. There before her eyes was the outline of my cock straining against the thin material of her black lace panties from the day before. She gasped aloud at the sight. I reached down and dragged the lacy material across to release my cock which sprang from its confines to full erection in front of her face. She was such a hungry slut that she just leaned over, grabbing the base of my shaft in her hand and fed the head of my engorged penis into her mouth. The searing heat was unbelievable as her lips wrapped around my shaft half way down its 7 inches. The suction was incredible and then she started to rock back and forth along the length. I soon realised that her other hand had snaked into her panties and she was frigging her clit while she blew me. Her grip on my hard shaft eased as she moved her hand around and into the panties to fondle my tight balls. And then she did something I'd never experienced before and my arousal built rapidly. She slipped a finger under me to caress my bum hole with one finger while she dipped her head forward taking my full length to the back of her throat and as she withdrew she dragged her teeth across the top and bottom of my shaft, increasing the sensation ten-fold. A second dip forward and my cock bottomed out in her throat again, and again her teeth nibbled my shaft all along its length. Her constant moans told me she was close to cumming just as I'd heard yesterday but I didn't care because I could feel my seed building, ready to explode. I tried to pull back so that I could spray on her tits but her teeth nearly tore me in half as she latched and sucked onto the rim of my cock head and sure enough I exploded. She sucked and moaned and the gyrations under us showed her fingers were pumping her wet cunt. Good luck to the kid who sits there after lunch! She swallowed every drop and sucked until I softened. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes and brought out her cum soaked hand from under her skirt and grasped my cock and carefully put it back into her panties. Then she stood up in front of me, her tits still falling from her bra and she raised her hand to my mouth and, as I licked it clean, she said, "Enjoy it Mark. It really must be the last time." I wasn't going to argue just now but I knew I had this woman in my palm and I wasn't going to stop until I had fucked her weak! "Yes Miss," I said quietly as I reached down to hoist my pants up and then I heard the bell go for the end of lunch. "Hope you enjoyed lunch Miss. See you tomorrow." She had re-arranged her blouse and was again the slutty professor. "Bye Mark." And again I was gone through the door just as the next class was lining up - some of the younger kids were going into the cum-aroma filled class. They wouldn't have a clue but she and I knew. Hmm, definitely see you tomorrow Miss. Teacher Needs a Lesson Ch. 03 This being the third chapter of the story, the unusual relationship between Mark and his History teacher takes an interesting new step. I'd recommend your read Chps 1 & 2 first. Thanks to those who have voted and sent comments. Most appreciated. ____________________________ Arriving at school the next afternoon, I spent too much time trying to find a parking space in amongst the student cars that had been there all day and had to resort to sneaking into the staff carpark. I consequently found myself running to class. I got to class to find the door closed. Quietly I opened it and tried to slip in except, of course, everyone stopped to look, including Ms Stein. "Hmm, Mark, you're late!" she said sternly. I turned to respond and was about to speak when I noticed the firm points of her nipples beneath her white blouse clearly showing because she wasn't wearing a bra. I stared for a moment, feeling the familiar stirring, before she said, "Well what have you to say for yourself?" Stammering a "Sorry Miss," I searched for a seat. Again the only one left was the last near the door. I sat down. "Try to be punctual in future seeing as you are only part time after all!" There was a tone in her voice that I couldn't quite decide what its intent was. Certainly not friendly - was this going to be payback for yesterday when I made her suck me off? On with the work! We were soon asked to find a partner to work with. Within a second I was tapped on the shoulder and that's when I noticed it was the cute blonde girl, Ellen. "Is it okay if we work together?" she asked rather timidly. "Sure, why not," I said, thinking at least it is one of the smarter kids and not too rough on the vision either. She slid her chair beside mine, working in the close confines of the small single desk. She smelt nice and had rather nice pouting, kissable lips. Being a couple of years younger than me and another one of the girls in class, I hadn't paid much attention to her until the other day when she obviously saw the erection in my pants after I'd come in behind Ms Stein. We got on with the task and I tried to avoid being distracted. After a while Ms Stein was going around the room checking in at each desk. The boys would be in delirium with those tits swinging towards them. The thin material was bad enough in showing the outline of her firm nipples but you could see the darkness of her areolae pretty clearly too against the white cloth. She came to our desk last again and leaned over the front of it to inspect our work. Surprise, surprise! Her top two buttons on her blouse were undone. Ellen gasped as the cavern approached us. I decided to play her game and just looked straight into her cleavage as she started asking us questions. Ellen answered most of them while I concentrated on the swelling of her breasts as she took each breath and the way they swayed loosely in front of my eyes with each little movement of her hips. Her nipples hardened before my, and Ellen's, eyes. "Well that's good Ellen. You've certainly researched the Crimean War well. Anything to add Mark?" Ellen turned to watch me, probably thinking I'd not been paying any attention except to the tits in front of me. Without raising my gaze from the delightful view, I commented, "The thing I thought was most interesting in these battles was how severely they were hampered by the terrain. The Light Brigade wouldn't have been the disaster it was, if they hadn't been so badly caught in the canyon between two big mountains." "Yes, you made a couple of good points there," she smirked knowingly. "Well done you two." She turned away and was gone. Ellen whispered, "What a slut! Showing herself off like that!" "Oh don't be too harsh Ellen. She's just having some fun." "Obviously so are you ... again!" she said, staring into my lap with a little smile and wide eyes. I looked into her eyes and watched her pupils dilate as the heat came to her face. "She is always doing it. It is not right! Someone should say something!" She was quite irate. "Well I can tell you now that none of the boys are going to complain as long as she keeps doing it." "It's sex discrimination or something isn't it?" "Not really - you could see her tits just as well as me, couldn't you?" I chuckled quietly. She blushed a bright red. She had been looking at the firm boobs that were clearly bigger than what she appeared to have under her school top. I wondered momentarily if she was as interested in Ms S as all the boys were. "You two quite finished with your chat?" Ms Stein asked almost sarcastically, making me wonder if she could hear what we were saying. The class soon finished and it was the end of the day. It was annoying to have to come in just for the hour but I had to pass the course so what choice was there. I took a casual stroll back to my car and got in to go home. As I was leaving, I spotted Ellen waiting by the kerb at the front of the school. I pulled up and saw she looked worried. I waved her over and she opened the door. "What's wrong Ellen?" "I missed the bus and the next one isn't for an hour but I get the connection at the station in town so I'll miss that one too," she explained. "Well hop in and I will drop you at the station, okay?" I suggested casually. "Are you sure?" she asked but she was already getting in. Off we drove, making chit chat about school and things. Occasionally I got a brief glimpse of her rather nice long legs as they peaked from under the hem of her skirt that seemed to keep moving up. As we neared the centre of town, we came to a set of lights that changed as I approached. Pulling up in the outer lane, I heard Ellen gasp and she suddenly threw herself across the seat, her head in my lap. "What's wrong?" I asked a little startled but not regretting her reaction. "It's Miss ... from school ... in the next car!" she hoarsely whispered. "Oh so it is?" I queried as I looked out the passenger side window. "So why are you hiding?" "She knows my Mama. If she sees me going around town with a boy, she might tell Mama and I will be in terrible trouble. My parents are very strict." This seemed to be overly dramatic to me but, okay. "Stay there then until I tell you it's clear." I could already feel myself starting to swell as I looked at the blonde tresses spread over my lap. Soon I was obviously semi-erect and the bulge in my pants had to be pushing against her right cheek. The traffic was busy and I could only go with the flow so we were beside Ms S when we reached the next lights. That's when she looked over and recognised me. I smiled and gave a small wave and received a little sexy smile in return. She glanced back at the lights allowing me to tell Ellen, "Don't move; she's looking this way." I placed a hand on her soft, silken hair to hold her still but it only served to put pressure on her cheek against my now hard cock. She was moving slightly, at first I thought to pull away, but she actually was sliding along my length with her face and then there was a little moan. She turned slightly and I felt her hand on my knee sliding up my thigh until it was grasping at the outline in my jeans. Concentrating on the traffic became a lot more difficult. A short way up the road Ms S turned in to a shopping centre as I drove past. She smiled and nodded as we parted. Ellen's hand was gripping firmly and stroking along my hardness now. I didn't want her to stop even though I knew she must. I drove a little further in silence until we neared the station a few hundred yards down the road. "We're nearly there Ellen." I wondered if she caught the double meaning! She sat up, her face awash with colour. "Don't you ... want me to stay with you?" she asked most innocently except for the aroused twinkle in her eyes and her hand resting on my tented groin. It took all my will power to say, "Not now ... but soon. You have to get home and there is something I must do today. Okay?" She leaned up to me and kissed me softly while she gently squeezed me through my jeans, as she said rather disappointedly, "Okay ... if you must! I will see you tomorrow." With that she hopped out of the car and stood on the pavement, biting her lip and looking just like a nervous little school girl. As I drove away I wondered what might be going to happen with the cute 18 year old while I was still fascinated by the sexy 50 year old. I'd already decided what I was going to do about Janette but seeing her today in her car had brought my plan forward, a plan that I might not get the chance to fulfil for some time if I didn't do it today. I drove back to the shopping centre and patrolled the carpark; sure enough, there was her car. I parked nearby and waited. She came out a short while later carrying a couple of bags of groceries and veggies and put them on the back seat and then got into the driver's seat. She reversed out and I followed her into the traffic. Keeping a little distance, I was able to follow her little blue Mini to a housing development a couple of miles away. She drove slowly until she turned into a nice little street with the standard two-storey houses for the area, each with its little garden and a driveway. She pulled in to a nice detached place with some flower beds in front and lace curtains at the window. Hmm, lace I thought, just like she likes to wear. I pulled up and hopped out, trotting up the drive just as she was getting the shopping out of the back of the car. Bent over as she was, reaching for the bags, her upper thighs were exposed showing some stocking top again. "Hi Miss. Can I help with those?" She jumped at the sound of my voice so close behind her, became upright, and demanded in a partly hushed voice, "What are you doing here?" Noticing her neighbour standing by the gate next door, I said quite loudly, "It's my tutoring session, Miss. Have you forgotten?" She looked around and saw the nosy woman in her house dress, "Hi Emily!" she said brightly with a wave and then she turned on me, "You can't be here!" she hissed, "This is my home!" "That's okay Miss," I said brightly, "I don't mind helping if it means we get started on my lesson sooner." I smiled at the neighbour who seemed to be embarrassed at being caught with her nose in someone else's business. I walked up the path with the bags and waited as Ms S came along slowly behind me, the clip of her heels on the paving ringing loudly in her nervous silence. Reaching the door she surveyed the scene and saw good old Emily still watching. Quickly opening the door with her key, she led us inside to the relative safety and privacy. "What do you think you are doing coming here like this?" she demanded after closing the door. "I've come to get the fuck I wanted from you," I said, dropping the bags and reaching out for the swelling tit still showing through your blouse. "No! You can't!" she hissed again in anger, brushing my hand away. I stepped in close, towering over her, "Oh I think I can!" I insisted and leaned in kissing her. There was a momentary resistance before I felt the warmth of her mouth relax to my pressure. The brief struggle was over as I found her tit in my hand and squeezed the pointed nipple. She gasped into my mouth and then opened her it to allow our tongues to entwine and her hand fell to my groin and stroked the outline of my cock. In our embrace I could feel her racing heartbeat. She was a bitch in heat and, having displayed her tits all day, was probably only minutes away from a vibrator, or perhaps the cucumber she'd bought with the veggies, being deep inside her if I hadn't turned up. I had a change of plan. I broke away from the kiss and she let out that same little mewling sound of regret at the lost contact. Scooping up the bags from the hallway floor I said, "Show me the kitchen," and she obediently turned and led the way. Once in the spacious room, which was dominated by an old wooden table setting, I dropped the bags on the bench and returned to her. She moved toward me about to let me take her in my arms but I stopped her in her tracks with a hand to her cleavage. Standing in the middle of the room I undid her buttons. She stood mute to my actions and I soon drew her blouse away, carelessly tossing onto a chair. Next I stepped a little closer, gazing at the full breasts as they heaved with her aroused breathing. Undoing the button and zip on her mid-length pencil skirt, I let it drop to the floor. There she stood - bra-less and no knickers, as I expected, with only her stockings, suspenders and high heels to keep her warm ... and me! "Get on the table!" "What?" she asked. "You heard me, on the table!" I repeated firmly. She moved to the table and pushed a chair aside then turned and perched her full, firm backside on the edge. Hopping up and back she sat further back on the table automatically exposing her open legs and wet folds to my view. They glistened in the light and the oozing wetness of her juices showed in droplets on the outer folds of her cunt. She was already wet driving home. "Tell me, how wet are you Janette?" Huskily her voice eased from her mouth, "I am sooo wet! It's pouring from me." "Touch yourself - taste it." She leaned back on her hand to steady her body so that she could reach in and dig into her hot shaved pussy with two fingers plunging deeply inside her to extract the nectar that she then lifted to her probing tongue. Her eyes on mine the whole time except when it swept down to see the outline of my hardness as I stood still fully clothed in front of her while she sucked her fingers languidly. I stepped forward and her thighs spread automatically. Her open pouting folds revealed the redness of her inner lips with those delicious strips of flesh that attempted to keep things out of her body, unsuccessfully it would seem. I probed a couple of fingers and watched as they were consumed by her hungry cunt as she leaned back and groaned wantonly, her long black hair that framed her kissable face falling back behind her. Delving and digging further made her lift one leg to create greater access. Her fluids were pouring from her and pooling on the table as she released herself into my care. After probing her for a while I stopped. "Don't move," I told her as I turned and went to the counter. Rummaging in the bags I found what I wanted and came back. Handing it to her I said, "I want to see you fuck yourself with this carrot!" Her glazed eyes flew wide as she saw the size of the eleven-inch long orange invader. She tentatively reached out and took it and looked down at her open pussy and began to stroke it across her lips and clit. "No, the big end in first!" I insisted as she started to probe her folds with the broadly tapered tip. The other end was at least two inches across. She stopped and examined the hard roughly ribbed shaft of the vegetable before turning it around and pushing it to her openness. After a couple of attempts it slipped in and I could see the mouth of her cunt stretch to accommodate the girth. She paused briefly before she started to saw it into herself - in, out, in, out - quickly gathering pace as she serviced herself for my eyes. She lifted her leg further, her high heel digging for purchase while scratching the table top, so that she could widen her hips. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen a woman do in front of me and she was gasping for air as the object disappeared by degrees inside her body until, after only a minute, there was just the last couple of inches of the pointed tip for her to grip as she grazed it through her inner walls. The flash of my camera phone startled her back to reality. "No ... no photos," she begged. "How will I possibly remember this without a photo Janette? Get that carrot out of you - you must eat it tonight for your dinner." "Yes," she whimpered. "Now lean back and spread." She did as instructed, resting her body weight on her arms stretched behind her. I moved in close and pushed my fingers into her again only this time I had them all pointed together. The first thrust allowed me to get my four fingers to the second knuckle before finding much resistance. The carrot had done a good job of opening her up. With some pressure and extracting my hand briefly to mop up some of the juices on the tabletop as lubricant, I slipped it back in firmly. Soon the width of my palm, with my thumb tucked in, had disappeared into her gaping maw as she fell back on the table and spread her legs gapingly, her four inch pumps splayed widely above her being held up by her hands behind her knees. A steady pumping rhythm allowed me to watch as she opened more and her pelvis spread wide to allow the larger portion of my hand to enter her. She was writhing in ecstasy as I pumped her cunt until my hand eased through the vaginal muscles and entered her fully. Watching this closely I could see how my ministrations had stretched the flesh of her cunt pulling her clit down into contact with my wrist so that, at the moment my hand fully slipped into her, her clit pushed hard against my wrist bone. Her eyes flew wide open, glazed but vibrant and , "Oh my God!!! Oh fuck! Oh please more!!" came imploringly from her mouth as she gyrated her hips and thrust to try and further impale herself on my fist. She didn't even flinch at the flash of the camera this time; she just kept thrusting. I could feel the heat of her insides as I wriggled my fingers around the inner walls of her cunt with lots of pressure on her soft spongy G spot hiding in the upper reaches. With my whole hand inside her though, nothing could hide. I proceeded to massage her clit with my other hand and soon felt spasm after spasm clench my wrist as she orgasmed I don't know how many times. Her expression was a visage of agony and ecstasy and, as she came, she let out what could only be called a silent scream. Every action warned of a roaring, triumphal cry but no noise came out of her. She slowed gradually, panting and then gasping to catch her breath as the series of orgasms abated. I soon felt her pushing the huge appendage out of her body while her jelly-like self flopped about uncontrollably on the table, lying flat with her legs splayed and hanging off either side of the dinner table where she and her hubby would probably be eating in a couple of hours. After a short struggle my hand popped back out into the universe leaving her gaping open and deep red lips struggling to close her most intimate space while she groaned her joy and her eyes rolled back into her head semi-consciously. I walked around the table and dropped my pants. Pulling her mesmerised face over to the edge so I could use her to reach my goal, I stepped above her and rested my hard balls on her mouth. "Suck my balls until I come on your tits Janette. Suck them hard!" As an automaton she opened her hot mouth that earlier entertained my tongue and sucked in my testicle, rolling it around warmly with her tongue and then releasing it to find his brother. I stroked my length steadily in time to her mounting actions until I felt the cum building. As I got closer I reached forward and gathered one of her lovely firm tits that I had been seeing all day and aimed carefully as my seed sprayed across her breast flesh and into her cleavage. She was sucking hard and gagging on both of my balls as I came. I stepped back and, having felt them empty themselves, she released her grip to allow me to drag the final traces of my orgasm across her lips so that she could lick the last drops clean. She sucked the tip of my cock head into her mouth and bent around to try to encourage the shaft to follow, managing about half my length that hadn't as yet deflated despite the long built up orgasm. She was a totally frantic wanton slut seeking any cock she could find, even after the explosive orgasms she'd had. Teacher Needs a Lesson Ch. 03 "Sit up," I told her and she let him slip from her lips and swung around in a very uncoordinated sort of way that said she hadn't quite left cloud nine just yet. "Are you listening to me?" She nodded her assent. "Tomorrow in class you will show me that cum nicely dried on your tits. Do you understand? Don't wash it off! Same as today - open blouse and no bra. Got it?" "Hm hmm ... yess Mark," she said dreamily. She was not on the planet. More forcefully I demanded, "Have you got it?!" "Yes!" she said, stirring from her reverie. "Good now stand up and turn around." She tried but her legs just wouldn't hold her so I gathered her up and folded her over the table edge. Nudging her legs apart, there was the still-open expanse of her wet slit all red and puffed up from its exploits. My cock was still hard and one place it hadn't been yet was inside Ms Stein's pussy so I stepped in and slid it to the hilt into her hot open hole. The smooth, slippery texture and the fiery heat of her wetness made peaking a second time easy for me. Her cunt was like velvet stroking my length. I could only imagine what it would feel like when it was tight but I knew I would have to wait for her to recover from the extreme exertions I'd put her through. Pumping into her, with my thighs slapping against her buttocks, she soon started to respond again and pushed back into me as I slammed into her with hard pelvic thrusts, my balls slapping against her hot gaping cunt, which made the table scrape loudly across the floor. We were soon in a frenzied motion as I hammered her worn canal until I felt the rising of another deposit of my cum. Geez it's good to be young! I blew that scorching hot load inside her and felt the attempt at clamping her womanly folds down on my meat as she wailed in pure lust but the muscles failed as they were still stretched a long way beyond their ability to do their job. I pumped in and out until the few drops of the second coming were completely deposited inside her. I allowed my cock to slip out and wiped it clean across the cheeks of her backside. I sidled back and pulled my pants back into position and did them up. Ms Stein remained slumped over the table breathing heavily and recovering from the tingling nerve endings that were still sending her brain orgiastic messages from her womb. One last photo of her over the table in that position and I said, "See you in class tomorrow Miss." And I left. As I walked down the path, dear old Emily was still out sweeping and I wondered had she heard Janette's loud cries? Did she know what we'd been up to? I smiled to her, "Gee she's a great teacher. Not all of them are so dedicated that they give special lessons like the one I just got." I smiled again and I was in my car and gone.