4 comments/ 114797 views/ 45 favorites Good Student By: lovingfingers From down the long hall, he could see her walking, and his eyes widened as they did every time he saw her. No big surprise. He was 18, all tall and gangly, a raging mass of hormones. He hadn't really dated, hadn't really kissed or made out with a girl, much less anything more intimate. He had seen some smut and jerked off regularly, so had vague ideas as to what it was like, but was still very much a virgin. Not that he did not know what he liked. For as long as he could remember, he had been drawn to women with big breasts. The sight of a nice rack rendered him speechless and excited, which was why this particular teacher always quickened his pulse. She was stacked. Mid 20's, dark dark hair, curvy with large, full breasts. She always dressed primly, her hair up, her blouses buttoned all the way up and skirts that came to her knees or below. And as usual, she looked straight ahead as she walked, as though she didn't see him. From down the long hall, she could see him walking, and she pondered. If her husband had had a younger twin brother, it would have been him. The likeness was striking. As she walked, she could feel his eyes upon her. She was used to it. She knew her figure was appreciated by the students and faculty alike, hence her practice of dressing conservatively. But today, she found his look distracting. Perhaps it was her body. She was ovulating and that always made her sensitive. Or perhaps it was the thoughts about this particular boy. She and her husband had been trying to conceive for over a year, with no results. She was beginning to think Tommy was sterile or something, and she so desperately wanted a child. And maybe this young man could... No one would ever have to know. Tommy wouldn't know. Just maybe... As the distance between they narrowed, he tried not to stare at her. The corridor was not well lit, being after hours, and the shadows highlighted the curves of her body. He tried to remain cool, despite his cock swelling in his pants. Was she out of her mind? What if they were caught? He was a student. But that was a bulge forming in his pants... He was looking straight ahead, but... She smiled and spoke first, "Good Evening." His head snapped in surprise, as he brought his eyes to hers. "Hi," he croaked back. Look at her face, look at her face, he said to himself. "What are you doing here so late," she asked, thinking quickly. "Well, we were supposed to have practice, but no one else is here. I must have been mistaken or something," he replied, "and you?" Her heard started to pound. This could work! "I wanted to get some work done, but I am having a problem with the ventilation in my office. I was going to see if I could find a janitor, but maybe you could help me, if you have time." He checked his watch. "Sure, my ride is not going to be here for another hour and a half." "Great," she said, "my office is this way." She turned and walked back up the hallway. He walked quietly beside her, stealing discreet peaks at her, watching her breasts bounce as she moved. She asked how his year was going, how his classes were, and whether he was going to the prom. When he said no, she asked why. He replied that he didn't know who he would go with. They reached her office door. She opened it and they stepped in. She pointed to the ceiling vent above her desk and said that she had seen the janitor adjust the flow there. She moved to her desk, cleared the papers off the top and assured him he it was ok to stand on it. He carefully got on the desk and stood up, trying to be as casual as possible, but painfully aware of the erection in his pants. She stood directly in front of him, her head at the level of his crotch, where she took a long look at his bulge. As his attention turned to the vent, checking the leaver and fins, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse. When he had turned the leaver all the way in one direction, he looked down and caught sight of her looking up at him, her blouse slightly open, and her cleavage displayed. She smiled sweetly at him, "Yes?" "Um, don't know if I turned it the right way until the air comes on," he managed to say, glad that he could look in the direction of her face and still stare at her opening blouse. "I can adjust the thermostat," she said, walking over to the door and turning the dial. She looked over at him. He had been watching her, but shifted his eyes to the vent when she turned. The air came on, but nothing came out of the vent. "OK, looks like I have to turn it the other way," he said, and started turning the leaver. Quickly and quietly, she turned back, locked the door and unbuttoned another button on her blouse. Her mind was racing. It would have to be fast. She couldn't get caught. But the thought of his young fertile sperm inside her excited her. She could feel her cunt getting wet and her lips parting. She walked back to the desk and could feel the cool air streaming from the vent. "Much better," she said, "You can climb down now." He hopped down to the floor and stood. She was only a foot from him. He could smell her. His hands trembled. Her blouse splayed open, exposing the edge of her bra and deep cleavage. "Hey," she continued, "please don't tell anyone about this. The administration is very strict about students doing this sort of thing, and I would get into a lot of trouble if they knew." He smiled at her. "Trust me, I won't tell a soul." Truthfully, he would have done anything for her at that moment. "Really?" she said, "Can I trust you?" "Absolutely," he said firmly. "If you promise not to tell anyone ever, there is another favor I would love to ask of you," she whispered. "I promise," he said softly. "Please, sit down then," she breathed, gesturing to the chair behind her desk. He turned, walked to the seat, and sat down, his erection painful in his pants. As he looked over at her, he gasped as he watched her unbutton her skirt She peeled her skirt off, revealing pale panties and thigh high stockings. She looked at him as she slid her panties down and stepped out of them. His hands gripped the arms of the chair and he started to sweat. She walked in front of him and sat down on the desk, spreading her legs wide. Her vulva was wet and open for him. "Come to me," she breathed. He stood and moved close to her. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. As he slid his underwear down, he felt close to losing his mind. He had only dreamt of this a thousand times and it was about to happen. She reached over and took his erection in her hand. Longer than her husband's she thought. Please let it impregnate me. She gave him a slow stroke and watched his body spasm and the tip of his cock drip. She pulled him by the cock, until the tip brushed her wet labia. She stroked the head up and down a few times, then put it at her entrance. His hands moved forward to touch her legs. "Yes," she moaned, "Push into me." His hips jerked forward and he sank into her. She was so incredibly warm and snug. He pulled back and pushed deeper. A third slow push buried him completely in her. He paused, trying not to cum right there and then. She squeezed his young cock with her cunt, and thrilled at the feel of him inside her. She felt so full, so intensely excited and raw. His hands moved to her waist as he slowly start to stroke slowly in and out of her. She squirmed when the tip of his cock touched her cervix. "Yes, oh my god yes," she thought, "Fill me up, bathe my womb with your seed. Fuck me! Give me a baby!" He paused, his cock electrified, on the verge of coming. She looked at him and asked, "Why are you stopping? Please..." He concentrated and said, "I'm trying not to cum so soon." "No," she begged, "don't stop. Keep going. Let it happen. I want it!" He grabbed her waist a little more tightly and started to stroke in and out again. He could feel his orgasm building and would not stop this time. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him against her, and panted, "Yes, just like that, deep, fuck me deep!" His hips took over, the head of his cock bouncing against her cervix, and he came, shuddering and shaking, his cock spurting his cream deep into her. She pulled him against her and felt his hot seed fill her, gushing and gushing. She held him fast, not wanting to lose a single drop. She felt fuller than she could ever remember. Her body was on fire, a bitch in heat. She craved more. Her pussy spasmed around his cock. He must have more cum. I want his cum. I want him to impregnate me. She smiled at him, reached up to stroke his chest and asked, "Could you do that again?" He looked down at her, their bodies conjoined, her remaining clothes akimbo. "I don't know," he said shyly, "I've never done this before." "A virgin," she thought, "no wonder..." "I would never have known," she lied. "Please, touch me, keep that beautiful cock inside me, but touch me," she groaned, grabbing his hands and guiding them to her huge chest. He groaned in turn when his fingers sank into the softness of her covered breasts. She reached down and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. She could feel his cock hardening again inside her. She undid the snaps on the front of her bra and let him peel the cups off her full breasts. He gasped at the sight of her hard nipples and touched them gently with his fingertips. His cock fully hard again, he bent over to kiss her breasts and take a nipple in his mouth. She arched her back at the touch of his lips. "Yes, suck me, suck me beautiful boy. Fill me with cum. Make my tits swell with milk, " she thought achingly. She started to rock her hips, causing his cock to slide an inch in and out of her. The sensation caused him to groan and suck her nipple harder. He wanted to suck her dry, devour her big succulent tits. He would have feasted on her breasts all night, except that her hips squirmed beneath him. He stood up raised himself with his arms and thrust into her again, the head of cock hitting her cervix harder than before. Her eyes opened wide and a gasp escaped her. "Yes," she cried, "like that, hard, fuck me hard." His hands grasped her shoulders and he obliged her, his hips driving forward in hard thrusts. Her big tits shook and rocked with each stroke. Not feeling his orgasm so immanent, he relished the sensations, his rock hard cock pushing so deep in her. His hands slid down to her chest, grasping, squeezing her breasts as he fucked her. Her eyes rolled back. He owned her. She was a bitch, an animal being bred. She thrashed about on the table, her body not in her control, her cunt tightening around this cock. And then she came, groaning deeply, her body spasming, her cunt squeezing his cock hard. That tightness sent him over the edge. He buried his cock to the hilt and came hard. It seemed to last forever, as though he was cumming gallons. She felt his cum burst inside her, and she could have sworn she felt herself swelling with his seed. She knew. She would conceive. She reached up and pulled his face to hers and kissed him. "Thank you, thank you, that was wonderful," she whispered between kisses. He kissed her back, relishing his first real kisses too. His body upon hers, his chest pressing against her breasts, his mind in a daze, he would never know the entirety of what had happened. She took his face again and looked deeply into his eyes, "Promise me you will never tell anyone ever about this." His cock still buried inside her, he swore, "I do promise, never." She kissed him again. "Thank you." They both started as they heard the squeak of a janitor's cart in the hall. "You had better go," she whispered. He nodded, sadly, and moved back. His cock slid out of her. As he backed up, he beheld a last image of her sweaty body, her legs spread wide, her pussy open and dripping, her breasts delicious and heaving. It would inspire him for the rest of his life. He pulled is pants up and tucked his shirt in. She propped herself up on her arms, watching him. She didn't want to move, to let any of his cum leak from her. There were many questions he wanted to ask, but somehow he knew. He turned and walked slowly to the door. Before opening it, he turned and blew her a kiss. "Thank you," they mouthed to each other. He opened the door a crack and looked about, then slid through, closing it, and was gone. Good Student Ch. 02 It had been 6 months since she had conceived and she was thrilled. The new life within her continued to grow. She had had minimal morning sickness or other ill effects, so could continue to teach. She kept to the diet her doctor recommended, so had not gained much weight. Her appearance had not changed much, aside from a belly bump and the gradual swelling of her breasts. They had become more rounded and full, gaining 2 cup sizes. Much to her surprise, she had also started to lactate. She tried to keep her new rack from showing too much, between more constrictive bras and looser blouses, but tits that big were hard to hide. And while she rejoiced in her pregnancy, there was one thing that bugged her, her husband. He too was ecstatic about the baby, but had ceased to treat his wife as a sexual being. Whether it was a false fear for the baby's safety, or that a pregnant woman was somehow taboo to him, he had not initiated sex in months. She had tried. Last night, she had worn new lingerie that had shown her huge tits to best advantage, but nothing. And as her child grew, so did her level of frustration and wanting. The encounter had changed him, and mostly for the good. For lack of better expression, he felt "like a man." He carried himself taller and was more confident. He had been on a few dates and had fun, even if they were nothing like that intense evening. He had begun working out and taking more care with his appearance. And while all this was good, part of him still ached for her. Taller than most of his classmates, he kept an eye out for her. He was always careful not to engage her, not wanting to blow the secret, but he was also always undressing her with his eyes and almost used to the erection that would form whenever he saw her. And this desire had only increased with time. There was something about her... She was also careful not to encourage this young man, even if he was likely the father of her child. But she could feel his eyes on her, and her body responded. Her nipples would swell and her breasts start to express. Her pussy opened and dripped whenever she got to watch him for a time. She remembered his long cock filling her completely. And her forced celibacy was Not helping. Perhaps it was this distraction which caused her to drop the files of papers she was carrying. She knelt down to pick them up and saw a pair of feet stop in front of her. Looking up, she saw jeans covering long legs. She also saw a large bulge in those jeans and hurriedly looked up to see him smiling at her. "Need a hand?" he asked, looking down at her and the broad expanse of her breasts, covered completely by her blouse, alas. He knelt down and starting picking up papers. As they placed them back in files, he commented, "lot of paper here." She sighed, "A lot of work is more like it. I will be here late tonight." "Hmmmm," he replied very softly, raising his eyebrows at her. Her eyes widened. She looked at him, then gathered the rest of her papers. She stood and took the files from him. "Thanks," she said in as normal a tone as possible, then hurried down the hall. The day dragged from there, each anxiously awaiting the evening. He couldn't stop thinking of her, a half erection plaguing him from class to class. She was especially distracted, thinking of all the reasons she shouldn't do this, but her body aching and ready for it. Classes ended and he went home. He was rather quiet at dinner, seemingly eager to get back to school and practice. She forced herself to work, as her colleagues left one by one. When the last had departed, she kept working, attentive to every little sound, wondering if it was him. A little before 7:00, there was a soft knock on her door. She started, rose quickly and opened the door a crack. It was him. He mouthed a quiet "hi" to her. She opened the door and gestured for him to enter. As he did, she glanced out into the hall. Seeing no one, she closed and locked the door. She turned to face him and said hurriedly, "We really shouldn't be doing this. If anyone found out..." He touched her shoulder and traced his finger along her throat. "I had to see you," he whispered, "no one will know." She shuddered at his touch, her mouth opening as his lips met hers. Their kiss was hungry and urgent. She was stunned at his forwardness and desire, everything she ached for. She could feel his fingertips at her throat, unbuttoning her blouse. The first rush of air hit the skin on her chest and she felt her nipples harden. She felt herself backing up, until her back was pressed against the wall. Her mind warred with her. "No, please stop. We can't," she gasped. Buttons opened and her blouse parted. Her chest heaved as she panted. He moved back slightly, taking each wrist in hand to unbutton her cuffs. He peeled her blouse off and groaned as her F cup bra was exposed. He encircled her, his lips to her throat, his tongue tasting her skin, as his hands slid over her back and started to undo the triple clasp of her bra. This took a bit of time, both from his unfamiliarity with the clasp and the tightness of the strap. He kissed down to her collarbones and the top of her chest. Each hook yielded, until the last one gave. He moved back to peel the cups from her chest, her breasts bigger than he remembered, the nipples larger. She was dizzy with want. Stopping was now the furthest thing from her mind. He eagerly took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck, and after some seconds of oral lavishing, was surprised to taste warm, sweet milk in his mouth. He eased off and looked up at her. "You're..." he began. "Pregnant. Yes," she finished. She could see the thoughts in his head and said quickly, "Don't worry. It Is my husband's." He was quite relieved, but still concerned, "If we... it wouldn't' hurt the baby, would it?" Taking his head in her hands and guiding him forcefully to her breasts again, she said, "No, no chance of that. Now suck my breasts." As his lips took her nipple again, she pressed his head against her chest. She was awash with sensation, both her desire for sex and the feeling of a man sucking her milk and tender thought of her baby doing the same soon. Desire soon won out though, and her thoughts turned raw. "Mmmm," she teased, "that's it, suck my big hard nipples. You like my milky mommy breasts?" "Yessss," he hissed, his hands stroking and squeezing her tits as he sucked them. He wanted every drop. He wanted to devour her. He shifted back and forth between dripping nipples, coaxing, experimenting, above all, milking her huge hot tits. With each minute though, his lust increased, as did the roughness of his sucking and squeezing. She groaned loudly, loving every rough grope and bite. His hands dropped to her skirt and unzipped it, letting it fall. His pants and briefs quickly joined them on the floor, stepped out of and kicked aside. His hands reached for her panties, only to find she wasn't wearing any. "No panties," he thought, "She said stop, but no panties." He bent his knees and pressed forward, such that his cock ran over her wet swollen labia. She gasped as the hot head of his cock glided back and forth over her pussy. He tilted his hips and the head found her wet opening. He lunged and surged inside her. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders as he entered her. It had been so long. He began to rock his hips, his cock entering her half way, dragging across her clit. He took her hands and held them above her, his cock pinning her to the wall. Her milky tits, still leaking, pressed against his chest, his upper abs pressing against her belly bump with each stroke. Her husband had never taken her so forcefully. God....yes....fuck....mee-eeee-eee," she grunted between strokes. In short order, it was too much and she came hard, groaning more loudly than she could control. He felt her cunt grab onto his cock and tried to force himself deeper. As her orgasm passed, her knees weakened and she slid down the wall. He felt her body moving down and slipped out of her. He looked down at her, legs splayed, her huge tits moving as she panted. She looked up at him, this young man looking at her with total lust in his eyes, his cock jutting out hard for her. He started to kneel down to help her up, but she grinned wickedly and told him to stand. She moved to her knees and looked up at him. Her hands moved to her chest and pressed her breasts together around his cock. He groaned at the sheer sight of it and pressed his hips forward. The head of his cock popped out from her cleavage, then disappeared as he moved his hips. He started to thrust, relishing the soft heat of her breasts. She thrilled at the dirtiness of it, this beautiful young cock fucking her boobs. Her tits continued to leak and squirt, as his hips slapped her flesh bags, dripping down, onto his legs, her hips. "Mmm, give it to me Sean. Cum all over my big jugs!" she teased. In answer, he threw his head back as his cock exploded, thick ropes of cum splattering her throat and chest. He looked down to see the last pulses fountain onto her. She laughed deep in her throat as he came and came and came. No wonder he impregnated her. Even after his last pulse, she continued to stroke his dick with her tits. She felt wonderfully slutty, like the whores in one of her husband's magazines. She scraped cum off her chest and sucked it off her fingers. She had never swallowed her husband's cum, but could now not get enough of this young man's seed. What she could not eat, she rubbed into her chest, mixing with her dripping milk. He stared down at her, astonished at the transformation of prim teacher to wanton, cum eating slut, her obscenely large chest coated with his cum. He could feel his freshly drained cock swelling. She smiled at his rising cock. "Oh my, such a randy boy. You just love tits, don't you? You love watching me play with them, squeeze them, squirt milk from them, don't you? Makes that beautiful cock hard, doesn't it?" she taunted. And it certainly did. The sight and sound of her brought his cock to attention. She giggled as she leaned forward and took the head in her mouth. He gasped as she sucked the cum off his cock and took it deep in her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth, sucking his cock to marble hardness. The feel was incredible. He tried to keep his hips still, but the animal in him wanted to grab her head and force it deeper. Still, he could feel an orgasm building in him. She was incredible. Abruptly, she pulled her mouth off his cock and stood up. She turned and bent over, her hands on the desk, sticking out her ass at him, wiggling enticingly. "Now fuck me Sean. Stick that lovely cock in me and fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck my brains out. Fuck me so hard I can feel it in my throat," she demanded. Not one to keep a lady waiting, he moved behind her, taking his cock in his hand. Positioning himself, he ran the head up and down her wet slit in broad strokes. He ran it high, long enough for the head to tease her ass. She opened her mouth and shuddered. She was about to say something when the head slipped down and slid inside her. She moaned as he adjusted his stance, his cock pushing ever deeper. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard into her, the head hitting her cervix. She cried out and flexed her hands. He pulled way back and slammed it in again. "God, that actually hurt," she thought, "He is big enough to make it hurt." He started to pump her with long hard strokes, his hips slapping her ass, making her body shake. She stuck her ass out further, wanting every inch of him. "God yes, harder Sean, fuck me harder. Pound my cunt. Make it hurt," she begged. He reached up and grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her, arching her back. Her body bent more forward, her bloated breasts now pressing against the desk. He picked up the pace and strength of his thrusts, pulling her body back onto his cock. He fucked her Hard. She gave a long low undulating wail as he used her, her body shaking, bouncing on her tits with each stroke. It Hurt, but hurt in a way that she desperately wanted. Her entire cunt felt bruised and swollen, tight around his cock. Her breasts felt bruised from the abuse. She felt another orgasm building. "Ohh, I'm going to cum. Cum in me Sean. Cum in me. Pump me full of seed. Fill me with your baby batter. Do it! Do it," she all but screamed as she orgasmed. Her cunt squeezed him hard and his cock burst in response, semen filling her cunt. He slowed his pace as his orgasm subsided and released her arms. They both collapsed on the desk, panting. He kissed the back of her neck and stroked her. When he recovered his breath, he moved off of her, helping her up and to be seated. She looked down at her body, covered in sweat and cum, dripping, reddened, and wondered if the girls shower was still open. She couldn't go home like this. She looked at him and smiled, "Thank you, you were wonderful, but we can't do this again. Understand?" Leaning against the wall, his cock still dripping with their juices, he pouted, "Are you sure?" She didn't answer, but said, "Now get dressed and scoot. And remember, tell no one." He slipped on his clothes, still eager for her totally fucked body, and swore, "Promise." Good Student No. 01 Janelle was one of the good students. Not only did she come to class on time, do her homework consistently and participate in class, she was a stunner that didn't use her looks to exploit the social structure. She was kind to everyone, as I could see, and had a great sense of humour. I'd only been a teacher for a couple of years, but students like her were rare. I taught English and Math at that time, she had me for both subjects. Though her English was superb, she struggled with Math. I liked the school I worked at. It was liberal, with a fantastic graduation stats and motivated kids. They didn't care that I was gay and the faculty had made my ex-girlfriend feel welcome at all staff-spouse events. The students knew I was gay and, although there were always the dumb questions to field and the pushing of boundaries, they had accepted it pretty quickly. I taught grade 13, so they were eighteen and surprisingly worldly and empathic. A few had definitely commented on how good-looking my ex was, Janelle included. I guess I just never saw it coming? I had assumed that a girl like that would get a crush on a woman in university and not in high school...and I didn't think it would be on a teacher. I didn't think it would be on me. I mean, I dress very well and take good care of my body. I'd always been spoiled with the caliber of women in my dating roster. I made the kids laugh a lot and was always available for extra help or tutoring. I talked to them about sex or drugs or their parents and had always had a good rapport. There were the few misguided, depressed gay kids that had come to me before, but it had never been like this. Tutoring after school hours may have been a mistake... Janelle came to me a two months after school started, after class, with a test she'd gotten 75% on. "I need this changed. I can't have this!" She slid the paper across my desk and made a mocked face of doom. I laughed, "You get the stuff, Janelle, you just need confidence." She looked incredible that day -- her body was perfect, her brown hair was thick and wavy, great smile, unbelievable ass. She always seemed to have a tan and her blue eyes were striking. "Where do I buy that? Can I buy that from you? Do you sell that on your downtime?" She teased me and I blushed despite myself. I was always able to keep up the banter with kids, but sometimes the way that Janelle looked at me when she teased me brought me back to high school and I would clam up. "We could do some tutoring after school, yeah? Do Tuesday's work for you? It's my only day." "Sure!" She flashed that massive smile and my stomach flip-flopped. "Ha! Glad you're stoked to learn math, that actually may be a mental deficiency -- Resource Room, see you there." "You'll make it funnnnn," she giggled at me and I gave her an inquisitive look that she just laughed off while walking out the door. The first Tuesday went fine. The room is small and can get hot, so she was in a skirt and pulled off her sweater to reveal a tank top that was dangerously sexy. But, I allowed it. I'm a professional. Our heads were dipped together as we went through the problems and when she would get them right, she would get so excited I couldn't help but laugh and she would giggle and we would fist bump and I would feel like a nerd, getting so hyped for her. Her foot accidentally hit my leg a couple times, but she apologized like it was nothing. The first Tuesday was fine; the second Tuesday, too; the third Tuesday... We were sitting at our usual table at the back and slightly out of view from the closed door of the Resource Room. There were kids getting out of clubs all evening so it was loud and best if we kept it closed. I was helping Janelle with a particularly hard question and she had her brow furrowed, chewing her pencil. I was leaned in, underlining the important parts of the question when I felt a soft hand on my inner thigh and a shock ran straight through my body. "Jesus!" I pushed my chair back so hard I fell. I could feel my face was red. I got up and Janelle was laughing at me. "Sorry! Sorry! Your face right now...sorry" She was laughing and picking my chair up. "Sorry, total mistake." "Absolutely, Janelle, what was that? Do we have to quit these session?" I was angry. More so, confused and un-fucking-believably aroused. I wanted to take a handful of her hair, slowly pull her head back and put my tongue in her mouth that second. Kiss her deep, slide my hand down her shirt and grab one of those soft, tiny tits. Instead, I let her reassure me it was an accident, sat down at the table and tried to compose myself. It wasn't five minutes before it happened again. This time, I just stopped talking -- stopped trying to explain the math problem -- and felt my face go hot. We were both still staring at the picture, but her hand was stroking my leg...soft, lightly tracing the top of my thigh with her fingers and then she grabbed my inner thigh hard. My breath did an uptake. "What are you doing?" "I don't know." Her voice was soft, girly and uncertain. I throbbed. "I can't do this. What is it you want?" My voice was low and syrupy. I could feel my ears burning and every part of my lower half was on fire. She hadn't stopped rubbing my leg and I thought I was going to scream. "I just...like you." She sounded bashful. I looked at her face and her cheeks were red, her eyes were glazed. She was so turned on... "This is bad." "Do you want me to stop?" I glanced at the closed door, the small window set into the top of it. Outside, the hallway was silent. We'd gone late that day and there was barely anyone left in the school. "Umm...fuuuuck...no. Just keep looking at your paper and let's keep talking. You don't have to stop. Here, come closer to me." I pulled her chair closer to me. It didn't look completely appropriate, but my thinking was not clear. I kept talking about the problem and she kept stroking my leg, becoming a bit more adventurous since I had agreed to go rogue. She was wearing a skirt again...come to think of it she'd worn one every Tuesday...and finally I reached under the desk and touched her knee. The minute I touched her, her hand stopped roaming and squeezed. I glanced at her face and her lips were swollen, her eyes closed momentarily. I took that as a sign and started moving my hand up her thigh. It was so hot and smooth, she parted her legs slightly for me and I thought I would pass out. I was halfway up her thigh when she pushed her chair forward and tipped my hand straight onto her lace panties. I touched the soaking wet material, felt the heat and my head was immediately dizzy. She let out a tiny moan and I almost fainted. "Do you want me to stop?" I whispered and she shook her head. I told her to chew on her pencil and focus on the page in front of her. She nodded her head. I slowly pushed her panties aside and slid my finger into her throbbing, hot pussy. The minute my finger pushed onto her clit, her whole body rocked. "Relax" I had to whisper. "Feels so good, don't stop." She was staring at the paper. "How long have you wanted this?" "A long, long time." "I had no idea..." "Are you serious? I thought I was so obvious...why do you think I'm in both of your classes?" "My progressive and efficient teaching practices?" She giggled, "That's part of it..." I hadn't stopped lightly running my finger up and down her swollen pussy and clit. She was subtly rocking on the chair and her free hand was gripping the side of the table, the other squeezing my inner thigh, still. "Can I go inside?" I was teasing her pussy, but wanted to fuck her deep. "Fucking please? Please go in," her voice caught. Against my better judgment, I reached around the back of her chair to pull her closer for leverage and slowly started fucking her incredibly tight pussy with my two fingers. She started to buck her hips against me and I had to stop and get her to slow down. Her pussy was clamping on my fingers, throbbing like a pulse. She calmed down and I would resume fucking her slowly, deeply. I could feel her getting close. She was so turned on that I knew it wasn't going to take long. I started going a little faster and she started making little whimpering noises, telling me in a whisper not to stop. She was dripping onto my fingers, into her panties and her cum was slick as hot oil. Finally she came hard -- tight as a vice on my fingers -- when I couldn't help myself, slowly grabbed her hair and whispered in her ear that I wished I was sucking her tits. I held on and fucked her hard for ten seconds as her mouth opened and she closed her eyes. I kept my fingers in her until the throbbing subsided, then gently pulled them out and wiped them on her inner thighs. She was a wet mess. I sat up, pushed my chair away from her a half foot and put my face in my hands. "Wow...that was really inappropriate! That was very inappropriate, Janelle." I was shaking. I hadn't cum, but having made her was sobering. She looked relaxed and kind of sheepish. She laughed a bit and put her hand on my arm, "Don't worry -- can I call you by your first name? I figure I should be able to!" I groaned and nodded yes. "Don't worry Alex, that was on me. I just like you and I went for it and if you don't want to do that again that's fine. I still would like to get tutoring from you...if that's okay? I won't tell anyone and we don't have to do that again." "If you have a crush on me, it's not about learning the subject." "...I guess. What do you want to do?" "What I want to do and what I should do are two completely opposite, absolute extremes of the spectrum." She giggled and bit her lip, "You'd want to do that again?" I looked directly at her, "How are you so calm about this? Have you done this before?" "No," she replied immediately, "but I just feel like it's been a long time coming here." I gave a sharp laugh, "Janelle, I'm your teacher! I've never done this before! This isn't a normal situation of two people being attracted to each other." "You're attracted to me?" She looked genuinely pleased. "I am obviously attracted to you, based on what just happened. Look, if you need tutoring you need tutoring. But, that can't necessarily happen again." "Necessarily?" I moved in closer and motioned to the desk so it looked as though we were conspiring over calculus and not a clandestine affair. "Janelle, I wish you could straddle me and dry hump your soaking hot pussy all over my lap. I wish I could put you up on this table and make out with your pussy until you cum all over my mouth. I wish you could fuck my face and that I could let you taste it after." She looked like she was going to cum again without anyone touching her. I straightened up, "But it's just not right." She cleared her throat, "So we just keep it clean? Keep it about derivatives and functions...?" I sighed, "We have to try." ...To be continued.