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The Good Teacher Ch. 01

By: Roulequin



::Thanks so much to Niqqi_6 for editing <3::

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My wife woke me up that morning by wrapping me in her arms and kissing me awake. I opened my eyes to find her nose just brushing against mine.

"Good morning, Mr. McPherson," she whispered to me.

I smiled back at her. "Good morning, Mrs. McPherson," I said grinning back. She ran her fingers through my short, curly brown hair as I yawned out, "What time is it?" 

"Five forty-five," she said.

She's a beautiful woman. Brown eyes and chestnut hair. She kissed me deeply. Her mouth wandered down to my right ear where she nibbled gently on the lobe. She knows this never fails to turn me on. 

"You're frisky this morning." She giggled and continued on my ear.

I pulled the white comforter over our heads and she didn't respond. Just bit slightly harder on my ear. "What's gotten into you, babe?" The ticking of the clock on the wall was all that I could hear above the sound of her quiet breath in my right ear. "Honey?" I asked again.

With her head hovering over my own holding up the blanket like a tent above us, her grin turned into a broad smile. "What is it?" I asked more seriously. 

She took a moment and then said in a loving whisper, "I want a little girl." Her words were as delicate and as tender as though her tongue were the cradle and the idea the baby. 

This is what she had said to me two years ago and for an instant that happy scene replayed in my mind. Everything was bright and perfect with her in her white lacy night gown and the light of the morning sun coming in through the window. However, at the time we lived in a small apartment in another part of town. Now that time has passed and we've saved up, the room is bigger than before and the entire house is ours. It's one story and smaller than I'd like for my wife and two-year-old Mason, but it's only our first home. 

"Virginia," I whispered slowly, putting my hand on her thigh. "Don't you want to wait a while so we can settle in first? A month at least? We just moved in the day before yesterday, there's still a lot of work to do." 

I spoke into her beaming face. Already she was sure that it was time to have another baby and no matter what reasonable points I could make for waiting, she wouldn't listen. So I stopped and looked at her for a long moment. 

"Ok," I said at last. "I can't promise a girl though." 

"It'll be a girl," she said. "I know it."

* * * 

I was an English teacher at Eastside High School in Patterson, New Jersey. My first love was literature before I met Virginia and teaching is my passion. I had thought about writing books of my own but I was still waiting for inspiration to come. At that point in my life, teaching worked for me and I loved my kids. I think for the most part, they loved me too. Or at least they didn't harass me which I was told meant that they liked me. In fact, I was told by several of my kids that I was their favorite teacher.

Which I guess was simply because I could relate more to them. I was 34 so it hadn't been too long since I was in high school. I had my favorites, too. I tended to appreciate the class show-offs who spoke out of turn and clowned around for the rest of the class. It kept the tone of the room informal. And on more than one occasion I had caught wind of certain rumors of crushes and the public opinion that I was "the hottest teacher in school". Nonsense, but it was all in good fun. I never passed up an opportunity to laugh along with my students. 

On one morning the class was suddenly overtaken by the sound of book bags being zipped up and chatter erupting just after the bell rang for class to be dismissed.

Over the noise I yelled, "And anyone who hasn't turned in their critical essay yet should do so as soon as possible so I can grade them over the weekend. You have until 3:15 today, so let's get those papers in!" 

I stood behind my desk, shuffling my papers and straightening up for the teacher of the next class. Some of her students had already started taking their seats in the room. A boy with blonde hair and bright blue eyes came up to me just then. 

"Hey, Mr. McPherson, I'm going out of town for the weekend and I was wondering if I could get my paper to you after the deadline." 

Usually deadlines didn't concern me that much. I remembered hating deadlines in high school and in college, so I had made an informal vow to mylsef that I wouldn't be so strict about them with my own students. But I did want to get all my critical essays in before the end of that day so I could grade them over the weekend. 

"Can you turn it in before you leave?" I asked.

"Well I'm leaving right after school today. My mom's picking me up and then we're driving to Wisconsin. I have it written up on my computer though," he said.

Matthew's demeanor was subservient talking to me one-on-one. Typically in class, he'd be one of the boys I'd have to ask to quiet down several times. 

"Do you have it on disc with you or can you email it to me?" I asked. The next teacher came in and greeted me with a smile. 

"Yeah, I guess can get my mom to swing by our house before we leave town and I can email it to you." 

"Great," I said. "You just email it to me, and here's my address."

I wrote it down on a sticky note which I handed to him as I spoke, "...and you have a great weekend."

"Thanks, Mr. McPherson, see you next week," Matthew said as he turned around and maneuvered his other arm into the strap of his bookbag and walked into the hall of crowded faces. 

* * * 

When I came home that afternoon around 5:00, Virginia was waiting for me. She kissed me when I walked into the kitchen. 

"How was your day?" she asked.

"I hope you got your party hat ready 'cause it's critical papers this weekend! Wooo!" I replied sarcastically.

"Oh, no." she said, kneeling down to the floor where Mason stood in his red overalls.

"Well, Mason. You wanna tell daddy what we did today? Huh? Say 'we're learning colors on Nick Jr'!" 

She got up from crouching and hugging the boy and walked by me to the stove where she nonchalantly stirred a spoon in a pot of noodles. 

"Day care, teacher, and you have dinner on the stove?" I walked up behind her and put my arms around her. "Someone's a domestic goddess."

I smelled her perfume. The French brand that she always wore when she was ready for sex. And for a moment, I just stood there and smelled her hair. Then I kissed her neck, warm and starting to blush. 

"Hold on, let me put Mason down for his nap," she said quietly to me so that the boy couldn't hear.

She squirmed gracefully out of my arms and scooped up Mason, disappearing down the hall and into the baby's room. Meanwhile, I went to the room across the hall and unbuttoned my shirt. 

Minutes later, Virginia came in to find me in my boxers, lying on the bed.

"You ready?" I asked her seductively. 

She closed the door behind her and pulled off her sweater. Straddling me, still in her tight jeans, she ground against my pelvis. Her breasts swelled beneath her black satin bra. Pushing myself up with my elbows, I met her left breast with my mouth, lightly stroking the smooth material with my tongue. She reached behind her and undid the hook, letting the bra fall clumsily so that the cups hung loosely on each luscious breast. With a quick hand I pulled it out of the way and welcomed her left nipple into my mouth; sucking on it and softly squeezing her right nipple. 

Virginia unzipped her jeans and dismounted me. As she kicked off her pants, I pulled down my boxers, allowing my cock to flip up as the elastic band went over it. Eight inches and a great width. In bed, Virginia worshipped my penis. She pulled off her black panties and thew them at me. I put the silky material around my dick and rubbed up and down as I watched her walk slowly towards me and lay on the edge of the bed. Her head was in my crotch now. She rubbed her smooth cheek against the silk-covered shaft and then bit softly into the panties, pulling them off of me with her teeth. I jerked at the sensation. 

She went down on me, bobbing up and down on my manhood while I put my hand into her hair, moving it away from her face so I could watch her lips slip tightly around the shaft. Her tongue played with the underside of the head and with her hand she toyed with my balls. 

Sex with Virginia was wonderful. I loved the smell of her and the way she would blush when she came. Always, it was the same position that got her off. Missionary. Fucking her deep and hard so that I reached her G-spot, (I knew by the blush that swept over her face and chest), and massaged her clit at the same time. She screamed during her orgasms. 

After she got off, it was my turn. An hour had passed since we started and the baby monitor was still quiet. Virginia was lying on her back and I straddled her chest, feeding my dick to her mouth. I pulled away from her, scooting back a few inches and grasped both breasts in each of my hands, pushing them together and then sliding my cock between them. I slid faster and faster, enjoying the friction. I didn't even notice Virginia saying my name. 

"Brian. Brian, honey." 

I kept sliding back and forth, back and forth. I felt the surge within me. The climax was mounting and it was past the point where I could stop.

"Brian, wait! Not here," she said.

I pressed her boobs harder together and pumped back and forth faster than ever until I felt the orgasm break upon me and threw my head back. 

"No! Brian! Inside me!" 

But it was far too late for that. I shot my load on her chin and neck. My cum lubricated her breasts so that the friction decreased and the slide was easier. I allowed each shot to be released before I slowed down and let go of her breasts. She reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer to pull a tissue from the box inside. I grabbed one as well and cleaned up my dick and her chest and neck. 

"I wanted you to do it inside me, Brian, didn't you hear me?" she asked disappointedly.

I smiled sheepishly and she couldn't resist grinning despite herself.

"Well that just means we're going at it again later. How long do you need to recoup?" she asked.

I put my leg on the floor and stepped off of my wife and the bed, "Fifteen or twenty minutes." I replied.

"I'll go check on Mason then. Don't get dressed, I want to go again in a few minutes while Mason's still down." 

"All right, woman, keep your pants on. Er, off." I said, aware of how lame the joke was. "I need to check my email for a paper, I'll be right back." 

I walked to my dresser and opened my sock drawer, pulled out some clean boxers and slipped them on. As I went down the hall to my study I heard Virginia in Mason's room cooing at him and rearranging his stuffed animals in the crib. 

My study is the last room at the end of the hall where my computer and work things are. Filing cabinets, folders, and papers everywhere, scattered and in piles. I sat down in my chair in front of the computer and turned it on giving it a minute or two for the system to load. I opened my browser window and went to my school email account, entered my password and found the email from Matthew in my inbox entitled, "Critical Essay, McPherson". 

The essay was in a Word file. After opening the document, my eyes skimmed over the essay, glancing at the length and the format of the paragraphs. Already I caught a few grammatical errors. I chose the "file, print" feature. As the paper slowly printed out on my rather old machine, I looked at the email address from which Matthew had sent the letter. His handle was "SoccerBoi1987". I leaned back in my chair, waiting for all five pages to feed out of the paper slot and rest in the tray. 

SoccerBoi1987. 1987. I did the math quickly in my head. 18 years old. He looks much younger than that, only about 16 or so. I knew that he had been on the soccer team since the beginning of class when I had all my students stand up, give their name and one thing about them. Matthew's one thing was that he loved soccer and had been on the school team since his Freshman year. Being a fan of the sport myself, I couldn't wait until Mason was old enough to start playing himself. I anticipated teaching him all my moves and best plays. I suppose the reason why I liked Matthew so much was because I sort of looked at him as what I hoped Mason would be when he was that old. Strong and honest. Matthew has blonde medium-length hair and brown eyes and a sweet smile. The girls loved him, too. His girlfriend, Lana, was one of the more popular girls, always sitting with the in-crowd in the cafeteria when I walked through. 

It was then that I did something stupid. Innocent, but stupid. I got curious and my mind started to wonder what, if anything, Matthew did on the internet. I never really gave much thought to the fact that my students are online, talking to people all over the world and finding information that my generation was never privy to. Seeing Matthew's email address meant that he knew enough about the web to set up and use an email account. So what else might he know how to do? 

I highlighted Matthew's email address, right-clicked and copied it. Opening a new browser window I went to google.com where I pasted the address in the search field and pressed the search button. The results loaded quickly, and at the top of the list was a link to a geocities personal webpage. In the description for the link there was a fragment of a sentence, presumably taken from the actual page, which included the email address I had use for my search. I clicked on the link. 

The site had no index. No front page or anything, just a few folders listed one beneath the other in the database of the page. The first folder was "favs". I clicked on it and found a listing of various images, all of which were big names in professional soccer leagues. The second folder was called "index" but had nothing in it. And finally, the third folder, labeled "stuffforlana" was the only one left. I clicked on it and was presented with three pictures and a video clip. I clicked the video first. It was called, "webcam_July17_05". Immediately my Windows media player opened and started to load the video. And that's how everything in my life changed. This video was the spark that ignited the fire that consumed me and destroyed my life. 

I was looking at Matthew, smiling at me from the screen. 

"Hey Lana. I thought I'd, uh, make ya a new video. And I, uh, hope you enjoy it. Ok." 

Matthew pulled off his shirt. My hand darted for the mouse and clicked the 'X' at the top of the screen. The computer stalled. Ctrl, alt, delete, still stalling. Nothing happened on my computer. The modem emitted a strained buzz as it tried to sort out its processes, but the system was old. And still the video played in front of me. I couldn't even turn the sound down. Mostly it was just the subtle whisper of silent air against the microphone, but every now and again the shuffle of clothes being taken off sounded within my little study. I got up and quickly closed the door so Virginia wouldn't hear. I continued to try and exit out of the video and cursed at myself for my stupidity and curiosity. Matthew was in his underwear now. Tight white briefs that bulged out in the front, tenting with his erection. His upper half disappeared as he stood near the webcam. Then there was banging on the microphone and the boy took it away from his desk and positioned it elsewhere in the room, likely on a shelf or something high where he could angle the camera to get a good view of his bed. 

Once the camera was in place, Matthew walked to the bed and laid down, putting his hand over the crotch of his briefs and rubbing it. With is other hand he pinched at his nipple. I realized that I was staring at it and forced myself to look away. I spun my chair around to face the door of the study.

"Ahhh," I heard Matthew moan with pleasure and couldn't resist turning back around to see what he was doing.

I faced the screen again just in time to see Matthew whip out his penis. It stood about five inches tall. He was uncut and his hand went slowly down and then back up his shaft. The foreskin collected around the head and then backed off with each stroke. To my horror and great surprise I found my own cock stirring. 

I got up and walked around the room, pacing in the small space. I noticed then that the humming from the modem had stopped. Surely now I could turn off the video. But as I leaned over the desk and pointed the cursor at the 'X' again, my eyes fell upon the video as Matthew pulled off his briefs completely. He turned over and got on his hands and knees so that his ass was exposed to the camera. Oh, god what an ass. Smooth and tan and perfectly rounded. I could see the small puckered hole, like a rosebud imploring me. That small orifice. My mind instantly imagined something stuck into it. A pencil, a finger. No, something bigger. Something that would appreciate the tightness of this boy's young asshole. My cock. 

I was having trouble breathing. The situation was far too erotic for me to handle. I didn't know what to do, so I dumbly followed my instincts' lead, letting my hand go to my cock and pump it as hard and fast as I could. I stared intensely at Matthew's ass. The boy's shoulders were on the bed while his ass was still held up by his legs spread apart. His penis hung beneath that delicious butt and he continued to jack himself off. I was sweating profusely. I gasped for air and I almost felt like crying. I wanted the boy so badly.

In my mind I was shouting, "I HAVE TO FUCK HIM! I HAVE TO FUCK HIM!" I saw his body swaying back and forth there on his bed as I imagined fucking him. And within only a few seconds I let loose a stream of semen thicker than the one I had delivered just fifteen minutes before in my own bedroom with my own wife. Another load sprang from my cock. My balls tightened and my hand unrelented. I groaned loudly and pathetically, unable to resist Matthew's beautiful naked body. 

When it was done, I collapsed in my chair, still looking at Matthew on the screen with a long splatter of cum over his digital image, oozing down from where I just shot my load. 

"Oh God... Matthew..." I whispered hoarsely.

I was exhausted. I reached for a tissue and brought it to the monitor. Lovingly, tenderly I touched the cum and Matthew's body, wiping it carefully clean. 

A knock at the door. Panicking, I tucked my penis back into my boxers and closed the video of Matthew. "C-come in," I said.

Virginia poked her head through the door. She was back in her sweater.

"Mason's up now and I don't think he'll be ready to go down again for a while." she looked disappointed. 

"Maybe later then," I said reassuringly.

She smiled and closed the door again. I heard her banging around in the kitchen finishing up the dinner she had neglected and knew that I should just leave Matthew's page and never go back to it. In truth, the experience scared the hell out of me. The feeling of wanting something, someone, anything as badly as I had wanted Matthew just then was frightening. It gripped me and I couldn't control it. I closed the browser and went back to my room to dress and get ready for dinner. 

* * * 

Throughout dinner and the rest of the night all I thought about was Matthew. Running through my head, I saw him spread his gorgeous ass for me, just for me, over and over again. Around 9:30, Virginia wanted to have sex again. I was definitely turned on, but I longed to go back into my study to jack off to Matthew's video again and look at the other pictures I hadn't had a chance to view yet in that, "stuffforlana", folder. But I didn't dare go back into that study. Not only to avoid the temptation but because part of me was deathly afraid that Virginia would know exactly what I was doing, even though there's no way for her to know at all. So I made love to her again that night. It was tedious at best. I fucked her and massaged her clit and she sucked my cock. But my skin seemed repelled by her, as if she and I were magnetically charged and pushing away from each other. 


The Good Teacher Ch. 01



(All of the girls involved in sexual acts in this story are AT LEAST 18 years of age) 

Before I tell you this little story of mine, I should probably let you in on a little secret. I'm a monster, hiding among the rest of you, and not a single one of you would notice anything different about me. Now I'm not saying that I'm an actual monster, I just have very particular... tastes... 

I'm a teacher at what's called an Intermediary School. It's a school for students who have passed High School, but don't necessarily have the required skills to carry on to college. My class is made up of mostly girls; the majority of them are 18 and 19. 

At the start of my career, I was completely normal. I was just your usual teacher, trying to help these young adults move on in their lives. But soon I learned just how twisted I really was... 

***** 

Chapter 1 - The Virgin 

"Alright, I want this homework turned in tomorrow at the start of class," I say, tapping away at the chalkboard, making sure to write every detail of the night's assignment. "Do problems 10 through 30, and show all of your work. This material will be on the next test, so be thorough." 

As the students all begin packing their things to leave for the day, I remember that I have one student that the Disciplinary Committee has brought to my attention. "Jessica, I'll need to see you before you go home." Jessica's head snaps up from her desk, flinging her bouncy blonde curls around. I can see the fear in her crystal blue eyes; she knows what she had done. 

Jessica stays at her desk as the other students leave, shaking in her seat. I shuffle my papers and gather the forms that the Dean sent me, all having to do with Jessica's misdeeds and punishment. Once the classroom is empty, I motion for Jessica to take a seat next to my desk. 

She sits down across from me, trying to distance herself from me as much as she can. "Jessica," I say, "I think we both know why you're here. It's been brought to my attention by the Dean and the Disciplinary Committee that you stole the answers for last week's test from Ashley, our class president." 

There is nothing but silence for a few seconds as Jessica shifts in her seat. With a sigh, I grumble, "Jessica, there's no point in keeping quiet. I already know that you've done this, and the Dean knows that you did it." I slide a pink form in front of her; the phrase "notice of expulsion" is scrawled across the top. 

"You do know what I'm supposed to do at this point, don't you?" I ask, trying to keep my voice calm. I've never had to expel a student before, so I'm a bit nervous. "The school's policy on cheating is fairly strict, but teachers are given the final say. The Dean was fairly adamant on his wanting you expelled, though." 

"Mr. Ross, I..." Jessica pauses. "I did it because I knew I wasn't going to pass no matter how hard I tried... I just didn't understand the problems." 

I tap my finger on the table angrily. "You do realize that I stay after school the day before a test to help with that very same problem, yes? Why didn't you come to me for help?" I'm fairly certain that I know the answer to that question, but I really want to be wrong. 

"I was going to come in for help..." Jessica pauses again. "But some friends of mine were having a party after school, and I... I really wanted to go." 

I let out an audibly angry sigh and rub my temples. "You stole test material so you could get out of studying to go to a damned party?" I pull out my pen, push in the clicker and put the tip on the line for my signature. "If you're not willing to put forth the effort to get help when you need it, just so you can have a little fun... then I have my doubts that you belong at this school." 

"Wait!" Jessica nearly yells. "Please, Mr. Ross, don't... My parents will kill me if I'm expelled... I'll do anything..." She sobs into her hands... "Anything..." 

And then, something inside of me snaps. This girl telling me that she'll do anything for me flips some kind of terrible switch in my mind. I want to violate her in every way that I know how. These thoughts in my mind terrify me, but they also excite me. 

"Anything?" I say with a grin. Jessica's sobs stop, and she stares me dead in the eyes, giving one short nod. I stand up and walk to the door to lock it. "If you're really willing to do anything for your education... You'll take off your shirt." 

I hear Jessica's breath catch behind me as my order sinks in. "Wha... What?" She asks, terrified. I turn around and slowly walk towards her. She's still sitting in the chair, leaning away from me. I reach forward and pull the lace that holds the front of her blouse together. 

The string falls to the ground, and I can just barely see Jessica's bra and the outline of her small breasts. She cowers and sobs as the reality of her situation sinks in. Moving her shoulders, she lets her blouse fall to the ground. Her little silk bra is adorable, and I feel my dick swell in my pants in response to the sight. 

"There's a good girl..." I say, reaching down and unclasping the connector on the front of her bra. "I think you're smart enough to realize what I want." Jessica nods, but I can see the terror in her eyes as I unzip my pants. I don't pull out my dick, but instead nod downwards. 

"Please... Please don't make me do this..." Jessica pleads, trying to look away from the growing bulge in my pants. I slowly reach to my desk to grab my pen when Jessica falls out of her chair to her knees. "You're... You're a monster." She says as her shaking hands reach up and pull my now erect dick out of my pants. 

Her hands feel cold on my hot flesh as they fail to wrap around my shaft. Jessica just sits and stares at my dick in her hands, slightly jumping when it twitches in her grasp. "You know, Jessica, this will be over much sooner if you actually do something." I tease her, "And I assume that a party girl like you knows what to do with a dick like this." 

Jessica blushes and looks away. She mumbles something under her breath, but I can't hear her. "What was that, Jessica?" I ask, taking my dick in my right hand and rubbing it against her cheek. 

"I've never done anything like this," Jessica sobs as she pulls her head back. I assume that she expects this to make me stop. And I thought it would, but knowing that she's a virgin in every way just makes it better in my twisted mind. 

I put my hand on the top of her head and make her turn towards my twitching member. "Good," I say, "Then I get to teach you everything." I stroke my dick a couple of times, spreading pre-cum over the head. "Open your mouth. And if you bite me, you can kiss this school goodbye." Jessica reluctantly opens her mouth, and I slide my dick in. I can feel her little jaw strain as her lips engulf my dick. 

She takes in about half before I let her stop, and I groan as I enjoy the feeling of her tight mouth wrapped around me. I gently grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back until just the tip is in her mouth, and then I pull her back. I only have to do this a few times before she gets the rhythm and I can remove my hand. 

"Mmm... That's a good girl," I say, running my hand through her hair as she blows me. "Try moving your tongue around as you suck it." She takes my advice, and I'm immediately treated to the feeling of her tongue coiling around my dick. The sight of my dick moving in and out of her mouth and her saliva dripping down onto her little tits arouses me even more. 

"Try not to gag," I warn her as I put both hands on the back of her head and start thrusting into her mouth. She balls her fists and rests them on my thighs as her tongue keeps moving around my dick as is pumps in and out of her mouth. I feel my head hit the back of her mouth, and I'm tempted to shove my dick into her throat. 

I resist the urge as I feel my load building up. "Get ready to swallow, Jessica," I say, grunting between breaths, "I'm going to give you your first load of cum." Jessica's eyes open wide and she taps on my legs as I start fucking her face with more vigor. 

With one more thrust, stopping at the back of her mouth, I feel my load spray out into Jessica's mouth. She groans in disgust, presumably at the taste, but swallows with each spurt. I let out one last little stream into her mouth and pull my dick back, dripping a few drops down onto her chest. 

"You did well, Jessica," I say as my dick begins to soften. 

"Are we done now?" She says, looking away from me in disgust. I keel down and put my hand on her chin, pulling her face back towards me. 

"We're just getting started," I say, moving my hand down to her chest, "I told you that I would teach you everything." I give one of her little breasts a squeeze. The little mound of flesh is firm, but her skin is incredibly soft. "Now I need you to take off the rest of your clothes. I want to have fun with the rest of you." 

Jessica gives me a terrified look, but doesn't question me. She stands up and unclasps her skirt; it falls to the ground, revealing a pair of white silk panties that match her bra. To my surprise, there's a small dark patch in between her legs, and I can see a small amount of shining fluid running down her thighs. 

"Jessica, I'm shocked," I tease, removing her hands from the elastic of her panties. "It looks like you like being abused by your teacher..." I reach up and rub the wet spot. Jessica flinches and closes her legs around my hand. With a chuckle, I bend my finger and push the fabric of her panties up into her. 

Jessica squirms and moans as I finger her little pussy through her panties. I look up to see her face, and I'm pleased to see that she's drooling from the pleasure. I pull my hand back and stand up. "Let's get you on the desk before you fall over," I say. Jessica stands in place, but I pick her up, making sure to run my hands over her tight little ass and tight thighs. I place her on the desk and make sure that she's facing me. 

"Don't worry, Jessica, I'm going to make sure that you enjoy this," I say as I push her legs open and kneel in front of the desk. Her panties are completely soaked, and I can smell the sweet aroma of her arousal as I remove them. Her crotch is completely hairless, and her little lips are separated at the top by a pink little bud pushing its way out. 

Jessica squirms and lets out little squeals as I touch and lick the skin around her pussy. I take my time with her, making sure to hit all of the sweet spots that I can find. My thumb accidentally brushes Jessica's clit, and her entire body tenses up. The flow of juices from her pussy increases, and after a few seconds, she relaxes her body. 

"Wha... What was that?" Jessica asks with a bit of fear and curiosity in her voice. 

I slowly run my finger down her slit and say, "You just had your first orgasm, Jessica. I can guarantee that it won't be the last one you have today." As soon as I'm done talking, I push my index finger into her pussy, and I'm surprised at how much resistance I'm met with. 

"Well it's a good thing I started with my finger," I chuckle as Jessica squirms against my hand. "You're nowhere near ready to have my dick inside of you." 

"What?!" Jessica jumps up and begins to protest until I push my thumb against her clit. She loses it as she goes over the edge again. I can feel her pussy clamp down on my finger and pull it further in. I push in my middle finger alongside my index and twist my hand to make her cum even harder than before. 

Jessica relaxes again and groans. "Mr. Ross... Please... Please don't..." I can feel her pussy quiver against my fingers. Her insides clamp down and relax on my fingers over and over. She's desperate for my dick. She just doesn't know it yet. 

I remove my fingers and stand up, using the excess fluids on my fingers as lube as I give my dick a few strokes to make myself completely hard. "Try to relax, Jessica. It'll hurt less when I put it in." She's too dazed to actually protest, but she slowly shakes her head as I rub the head of my dick up and down her slit. 

I position the head of my dick at her opening and slowly push in. Even after making Jessica cum several times, she's still incredibly tight. Jessica moans and arches her back as I continue to slowly penetrate her. I stop after a good half of my dick is inside of her to give her some time to adjust. 

All of her resistance is gone, and her moans get louder as I continue pushing in. I can feel my head bottom out on her cervix and I apply just a small amount of pressure. Jessica screams, and I push again. 

"Feel that, Jessica?" I ask, continuing my thrusts, "That's your cervix, and I'm going to keep giving it little kisses with my dick until you lose your mind." Jessica moans and nods. 

I take this as her final surrender to me, and I start fucking her in earnest, pulling out to the tip, and then thrusting back to her cervix. It only takes a few thrusts until Jessica has her legs wrapped around my back while I fuck her. Her little tits bounce a tiny bit with each thrust, and I cup both of the little mounds with my hands. 

Jessica sits up on the desk and wraps her arms around me. Her moans in my ear are all I need to push me over the edge. I push my dick against her cervix one last time and feel my entire body clench as cum inside of her. Jessica gasps as I fill her up, and what I've just done dawns on her. 

"Mr. Ross... You..." She struggles for the words as I finish cumming. "I'm... I'm going to get pregnant..." The horror in her voice doesn't match her body still clinging to me and her insides still clenching around my dick. 

"Don't worry," I say as I grind my dick into her pussy, "I had a vasectomy right after I left college. You can have all the cum you want." 

Jessica doesn't say anything, but I can feel her pussy quiver at my words. "Are we done now, Mr. - ahhhhhhh - Mr. Ross?" She asks and gasps as I pull out of her. "Do I get to stay in school now?" 

"Of course you can stay in school," I say, and Jessica sighs with relief. "But we're nowhere near being done. If you want to stay at this school, you'll do whatever I say, when I say it. Before this semester is over, you're going to crave my dick." 

Jessica cowers down, but I can see her shiver with silent pleasure. We finish for the day after Jessica cleans off my dick and I go home satisfied...but also terrified of myself. 

- 

Two weeks later, class carries on as usual. My students are solving problems in their workbooks when Ashley, the class president, pipes up. "Mr. Ross, have you seen Jessica today? I saw her at the beginning of class, but she seems to have left." 

"Don't worry," I say, reaching down to open a drawer on my filing cabinet, "She's currently in detention for breaking school rules." Ashley accepts this answer and gets back to work. I take a peek under my desk just in time to see a load of my cum shoot into Jessica's mouth. She hungrily swallows it and engulfs the head of my dick to swallow the rest. I raise my hips and push my dick into the back of her mouth and give her the rest of my cum straight down her throat. 

Jessica's become very obedient over the last two weeks. Even more than that, really; she's still averse to actual sex, but she's always eager to have my dick in her mouth. This is the third time this week that she's snuck under my desk while the classroom is empty to suck me dry under my desk, but today, she told me that she has a surprise. 

I fill out a few extra pieces of paperwork that I've put off, savoring the feeling of Jessica licking my extra sensitive dick. But after about five minutes, she stops, and I can feel her bumping my desk as she moves around. 

I look under my desk and see Jessica taking her clothes off. The only thing that she still has on is her panties, which are soon gone. She then stands on all fours, grabs my dick and starts rubbing it against her pussy. I suppress a moan as my dick begins to harden again, but I can't hold back my gasp when I watch the head of my dick disappear into her pussy. 

I obviously can't move without risking my students finding out what's going on, but Jessica wastes no time in finding the best way to fuck herself with my dick. She slowly moves back and forth, but she flexes her diaphragm every time she pushes herself down on me. 

There's no way for me to not move a bit with how good this feels. I sit up straight in my chair and just barely move my hips back and forth, in sync with Jessica's movements. I slowly reach my hand under the desk and grab her ass, pulling her down on me just a bit harder. 

I can just barely hear Jessica stifle a moan as she cums on my dick, clamping down on me and giving my already very sensitive dick even more stimulation. I lurch forward, pretending to look at the papers on my desk as I feel myself begin to cum. Jessica's hips quiver with pleasure as she feels me pour my cum into her. She grinds on me until my orgasm subsides, dripping a bit of my cum onto the floor underneath my desk. 

She stays there for the rest of the day, giving me occasional breaks to recover. When classes finally end and the classroom is empty, she finally crawls out from underneath my desk. Her breasts have cum drizzled on them from all the times she couldn't swallow everything, and her thighs are glistening from how much she made me fill her up. 

"Mr. Ross," Jessica says to me as she cleans herself off. "Is there anyone else that you're thinking of having this much fun with?" 

I smile, bending her over my desk to fuck her one more time for the day. "I've got a few ideas." 

Special thanks to my girlfriend, Amber for editing this story for me.



The Good Teacher Ch. 01



"Can we try something different?" I asked. "Could we try anal?" I knew that I was only doing it so that I could pretend to be fucking Matthew. 

I felt dirty for wanting to fuck my student, especially instead of my wife. But that's part of the very reason why it turned me on so much. It felt wrong and I liked that. Virginia was absolutely against anal. So I fucked her pussy and imagined I was in Matthew's room, on his bed, with him. I was as careful as I could possibly be not to say his name aloud. The orgasm was good enough, but not great. And at least Virginia was satisfied that I had kept it inside. 

* * * 

Later that night I crept out of bed. It was 1:30 in the morning. I snuck quietly by Mason's room and went back into my study, already sporting a raging hard-on. My senses were reeling and as I once again opened google.com and entered Matthew's address, finding his page again, I swooned with the lust I had for this boy. I clicked on one of the images this time. Matthew had an artistic pose and a fake expression of blank sadness as he sat against the wall of his room with an erection. I stared at it, wanting to suck his cock. I'd never before felt any desire at all to suck a cock. It was strange to me, but I was enthralled by the notion of having Matthew's boyhood in my mouth. Another picture was of him smiling and flexing, again showing off his boner. And another was of him crawling on the floor, his hole facing toward the camera. I was already jacking myself off and had to back off from an orgasm several times so as to prolong my enjoyment. I replayed the video, watching Matthew again. 

"Hey Lana. I thought I'd, uh, make ya a new video. And I, uh, hope you enjoy it. Ok." 

And once again he was on his bed, kicking off his briefs, then exposing that sweet butthole again. I watched, stopping my masturbation just before orgasming. I reached the point where I had closed the video earlier that day when Virginia walked in. Now Matthew flipped onto his back again, stroking his cock. A few minutes later he was sitting on the edge of his bed. Then he walked over to the camera for a closeup shot of his dick. His hand was blurred as he masturbated himself faster and faster. And then finally a stream of white goo dripped from the tip of his penis and fell out of sight of the camera. I came along with him, shooting another decent load onto my chest heaving with my quick breath. 

When it was over, Matthew turned off the camera and the video ended. I sat there in my chair in the dark, just breathing. With my eyes closed, I saw Matthew in the room with me, smiling at me. I reached my hands forward to him and he came over to me, sitting in my lap with his arms around my neck. Looking into his face, I grinned in the dark study, and then kissed him. Passionately, as I've only ever kissed few people before in my life. All of them women and including my wife. But it was just a fantasy. And the boy wasn't really in my arms kissing me like an adult. A melancholy came over me. I cleaned up my cum from my chest, bookmarked the site, and went back to bed. 

The rest of the weekend was like this as well. I couldn't make love to my wife and orgasm unless I was thinking about that boy. I graded the critical papers with great difficulty, distracted by my thinking about Matthew. And when I came to the last essay, Matthew's, I put an A at the top before I even read it. When I finished reading it, I marvelled at how brilliant he was. Even despite the spelling errors and information gaps, he was a wonderful writer. And a wonderful boy. I kissed the front page where his name was printed. 

And finally Sunday night came and passed. Virginia and I made love again. She had used a home pregnancy test with negative results and was adamant about having as much sex as possible. More than once, out of about eight sexual episodes that weekend, I couldn't get off with her. I ended up jacking off with my eyes shut tightly to close out the image of her lying naked in our bed. When Monday morning came, I was awake before Virginia was. Excited about going to school and seeing Matthew live in person. 

I got dressed quickly and ate my breakfast in a hurry. I picked out my favorite blue shirt and black trousers and found myself hoping that they would catch Matthew's eye. I kissed Virginia and Mason goodbye and drove to East Side High twenty minutes earlier than usual. 

* * * 

At 7:10, five minutes before class began, I was more anxious than I could ever remember being in recent memory. My hands shook when I drank coffee at my desk in home room, waiting for Matthew to show up. I heard one of the girls in the corner mention his name and listened intently but they quickly went back to talking about some new movie they had seen over the weekend. Three minutes later and just in time for class, he walked in. Beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. I stared at him, looking at his sweet brown eyes.

I was shaken back to reality when he noticed me looking at him and said, "Hey there, Mr. McPherson. Did you get my paper?"

I choked for just a second and spat out, "Yes." It sounded like someone else was talking. All I could do was look at him. When he passed my desk and took his seat near the back my eyes went straight to that beautiful butt. Concealed by his jeans, I knew those perfect spheres were underneath, tempting me, wanting me to kiss each one. 

When the bell rang I stood up and started handing back papers. When Matthew got his he said, "Score!" and I smiled at him. I was glad that I could make him so happy. I wondered if it had any affect on his affection for me.

The rest of the class period went by slowly. I wasn't really sure what I was doing. I followed my lesson plan but I was too distracted to do much. So I at last made everyone read quietly out of a book for the remaining class time, all the while I sat at my desk and watched him, with his sleek blonde hair bowed down to me. When the bell rang for class to be over it was like waking from a dream. Everyone got up quickly and shuffled noisily out of the door. I didn't want to lose him. I needed another reason to see him again. I thought quickly. Extra credit work? No, he doesn't like work. Detention? No, I love him too much to punish him. Wait. I love him?

There was no time to delve deeper into it. Matthew was nearing my desk on his way out. "Hey, Matthew," I said awkwardly, still thinking of an excuse to say something to him. "You still on the soccer team?" 

"Yeah," he said smilingly, always eager to be wholesomely pleasing. "We're not as good this year as last year, but we practice after school every day so we're getting better."

I smiled, half listening to what he was saying and half listening to the mere sound of his voice. Boyish and gentle. "Well, see you later," he said. I nodded and he left with everyone else. Then was when I realized that I could go watch him at soccer practice after school. The sorrow at seeing him leave for the day was lessened greatly by this. I'd not only get to see him again before the day was out, but he'd be in his element, on the soccer field, and in those shorts. I bet his ass would be delightful in those blue shorts. 

The rest of the day passed agonizingly slowly. I kept my eyes on the clock, ticking by each hour after hour until one period passed followed by another until the school day was out. I packed up my papers and sorted through all the work I'd need to take home with me, putting everything in my case bag and zipped it up. Then, I headed out to the field behind the school. By then it was 3:00 and soccer practice had been going on for a while now. I didn't sit on the bleachers in fear of being seen by Matthew. The last thing I needed him to think was that I was stalking him. So I stood by a tree, trying to look casual even though I was oogling this young boy. 

He ran across the field, kicking the soccer ball back and forth. I watched his legs, strong and tan. He showed off a lot, too. He liked to do tricks with the ball like bouncing it on his feet, one to the other, without letting it drop. I smiled in my adoration of him. He was so innocent. Just another boy, having fun with his friends after school. And this time by myself, watching him out there, gave me a chance to analyze what I had thought to myself earlier. That I loved him. Was it true? It couldn't be. It was absurd. I looked away from him just then, suddenly unable to lay an eye on him. It was ridiculous, that I would have any sort of feelings for a person so young, especially one of my students who were like my children. More than that, this was a boy. I had never shown any inclination of homosexuality in my life. So, no, I couldn't be in love with him. 

Yet there I was, standing outside just out of view, watching Matthew on the soccer field. I remembered the rush I got from seeing him walk into the classroom that morning. My heart fluttered. It was fluttering now, too! I blushed slightly when I thought of him and realized that I was smiling. And this weekend, I must have watched that video twenty or thirty times by now. I didn't love him, though. I just saw him as a sex toy. Something with a hole for me to fuck. 

I glanced down at my bag and remembered something. Last night I printed off the pictures of Matthew that were on his site. Naked pictures of one of my students that I printed off were tucked neatly inside one of the pockets of my bag so that I could look at them on my breaks. And I had looked at them. And I had loved it, appreciating the fact that I had pictures of him and that I could see that blonde hair, those brown eyes, that smile any time I wished. And yes, I did love him. In a tremendously different way than I loved my wife or had loved anyone. I wanted Matthew to want me back. I wanted him to be part of me and me to be part of him. Not just to be a part of his life but something more. As if I could jump into him and be him. Yes, I wanted to have sex with him too. The idea of penetrating his ass thrilled me more than anything. But in addition to the physical pleasure of it, I anticipated the connection, the unification of two bodies, his and mine. I wanted that with Matthew and no one else. 

And I loved him.

* * * 

The next day at school was much the same as the day before. When Matthew came in I stared at him and my pulse quickened. I had to exercise great self control to restrain my hand from caressing his ass or touching his hair. I wanted to touch him with every bit of myself. I wanted to lean down and kiss him on the lips when I walked by him in the classroom (which I did often now). Then class ended and he left. And I waited for the day to hurry up and be done so I could go back to my place beneath the tree and watch him. And when the time came, I went outside and watched him practice. This time I sat down and took out my pictures of him, comparing the images I held in my hands to the one out on the field. He was like an angel. My angel. 

A week passed like this. It was unbearable and wonderful at the same time. My relationship with Virginia was taking a strain that she eventually confronted me about. I blamed my lack of sexual interest in her on all the sex we were having. I told her I was just tired and needed to take a rest. Meanwhile I had started to take a camera with me to school. When I went to the field to watch the practice, I would zoom in on Matthew and take pictures. Within two weeks I had well over 200 pictures. Most of them were of him bending over or of him lifting his shirt to wipe sweat from his face. And I'd take these home and jack off over them. And of course the video never got old. I burned it to a disc so that if anything should ever happen to the site, I'd at least have my own copy. This also allowed me to watch the video in the teacher's lounge during breaks when no one was around. Of course I couldn't jack off, but there was a computer in the room where I could see him again. 

It had nearly been a full month since I first discovered Matthew's site. Despite that I was getting tired of seeing the same images of him over and over again, I still maintained a healthy lust for the boy. Matthew continued to be my secret idol. My rapacious lust for him burned me, scalded my insides without relent. I needed him. I needed to do something more than just watch him from afar. 

On friday night, I tore open a condom that I had bought and masturbated. When I was done, the condom had a fair wad of cum in it and I twisted the condom closed to prevent the air from drying it out and hid it. I did this all weekend, ejaculating into the same condom until there was enough spunk in it to cause it to bulge out like a waterballoon. By Monday I was ready to do, "something more". When practice was just about to end, I went to the coke machine by the field and put in a quarter. I took the can back out to the field and opened it under the tree where no one could see me. I took one gulp and then spat into the dark liquid. Then I removed the condom from my bag and poured the contents into the drink, mixing my cum around in the coke until it no longer fizzed and looked natural. The excess amount of cum compensated for the gulp I had taken. I was sure Matthew would taste that much semen in his drink, but perhaps he would just think the soda was flat. 

I saw the boys heading off the field and hurried over to them where I spotted Matthew.

"Hey, Matthew!" I called to him.

He stood waiting for me to catch up and I pretended to open the already open coke. "You look hot," I said pleasantly. "Here, have this, I just got it" and I handed him the coke. 

"You sure?" he asked, being considerate as always.

"Yeah, go on." I said.

He raised the can to his mouth and put his lips where mine had just been. I saw the drink spill into his mouth and watched his throat with wide eyes as he gulped it down. 

"Thanks, Mr. McPherson," he said. 

He put the cold can to his brow to cool himself down and I stared. He was so beautiful. And here he was, drinking my cum. Drinking my cum. Drinking such an intimate part of me. This, I was convinced, helped bring us closer to together. As if by having my jism slide down his throat into his belly, it would serve as a love potion. I half expected Matthew to turn to me just then and express his deep love for me.

"Finish it all, you don't wanna get dehydrated," I said kindly. He took another long swig.

"Well, I should go hit the showers. Thanks again for the drink," Matthew said and caught up with the rest of the team.

The mere mention of him showering, naked with those other boys, was enough to give me an instant boner. I put my bag in front of me and walked around the corner of the building. I looked for a window to the boy's showers but the only ones were thin and high and made with distorted glass. 

* * * 

It was a Wednesday when I asked the class to compose a poem about anything they liked. Most of them composed love poems about their crushes, usually bitter and poorly written sappy pieces. One boy wrote an exceptionally wonderful poem with a political slant to it. 

When it was Matthew's turn to read his poem, I was on the edge of my seat. He stood up at his desk and read aloud.

"I love you so much, Your skin, your touch, And I love the way you are.

I love your hair, And the way you care, And your eyes that shine like stars.

I love when we're together, And hope to be forever, And I promise to always be around.

Lana, my love, An angel from above, The one that my heart has found."

The class applauded and the girls gave off an, "awww", in unison. But I was infuriated. Lana. I hated her. I hated that Matthew liked her. I wanted to storm out of the room and kill her. Yes, kill her. I wanted her to die because Matthew was mine and mine alone. I wouldn't share him. When class ended, I collected the poems to grade and didn't speak to Matthew when he passed by my desk. Even when he said, "see you tomorrow," I ignored him coldly. How dare he write such a poem? How dare he?! He needed to be punished.

I immediately went through the stack of poems and found Matthew's. I took out my red pen and wrote a large, "F", on it.

"Cliche and poor diction. Bad choice of topic." Is what I scribbled at the top, doing my best to hold back my fury.

I circled Lana's name in the poem and wrote next to it, "What makes her so great?" 

I was so incredibly angry at him. And if I had come across Lana I would have hurt her. Without hesitation I would have hurt her as badly as I could. I would have choked her, torn her arm from her frail girlish body. But Matthew should have known better, too! He should be punished for this. But there was nothing I could do about it at the time. So instead, I was harsh to my following classes, assigning extra work and readings. During my lunch break, I took my anger into the bathroom in the teacher's lounge and jacked off over my pictures of Matthew. The orgasm was more intense that usual, fueled by my rage. My load shot farther than it ever had before, leaping from my cock a good three feet and landing on the metal stall wall. The orgasm broke my frustration and finally anger subsided, and I was once again able to think of Matthew and feel good. 

School let out that afternoon and instead of heading to the soccer field, I went to the boys' locker room. I waited until all the boys had gone out for practice and went inside. It smelled awful, just the way boys' locker rooms always do. Unclean and filthy. The lockers were old and the paint was chipped so that each one was covered in metallic patches. The lights were dim and orange, having not been updated in years while the floor was dirty reddish-brown tiling. I walked around slowly. I yearned to know which locker of all the ones there contained Matthew's clothes. If only I knew then I could find a souvenir. Just then someone walked in. 

I didn't recognize him from class but knew he was on the soccer team. He must have come in early to pick something up.

"Excuse me," I said to him. "Can you tell me which locker belongs to Matthew Honeycutt? I just need to leave a letter for him." 

The boy didn't look suspicious and pointed to one near his own, 336. It was in the back of the room. 

"Thanks," I said. 

As he opened his own locker I pretended to shuffle around in my bag looking for the letter I would leave him until the boy had gathered all his clothes and left. At last, I was alone in the locker room. 

I reached for the handle that, like all the other lockers, was without a combination lock. Opening it up, I found a duffle bag that contained a pair of shoes, some socks, two t-shirts, one of which he had been wearing earlier that day, and two pairs of white briefs. I reached for one of the briefs and brought it to my nose. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the scent. I stuck out my tongue and licked it. The smell of his sweat and his penis was in them. I wondered if these were the pair that he had worn in his video. Then I stuffed the briefs into my bag. I dug deeper into the duffle bag and found a CD player with some headphones, a chemistry book, and a jock strap. 

"Yes," I whispered silently to myself.

I pulled out the jock strap. It hung limp and light in my hands, white but frayed in places from obvious wear. The cup must be in the bag too, I assumed and put my hand into the locker again and found it. I put the cup to my nose and mouth and sniffed it as well. It smelled like sweat. There were a few pubic hairs in the material of the jock strap as well. I put it and the the cup into my bag, fixed the duffle bag to hide any signs that someone had been in Matthew's locker, and closed it. I left in a hurry and went outside to my tree where I watched the rest of practice. I didn't take any pictures that day, but I kept one hand in my bag to grope the jock strap and briefs as I watched Matthew on the field. 




The Good Teacher Ch. 01



Back home, I locked myself in my study and tried on the briefs. They were really snug but I was slender enough to fit into them. I took them off and tried on the jock strap. With my cock hanging out of the side of the jock and holding the cup to my nose so I could smell it, I masturbated. I imagined that Matthew had stayed after school with me to do some extra credit work and one thing led to another. We were on my desk and I was fucking him while he shouted my name over and over again. I leaned down and kissed him fiercely. 

"I want to be with you always!" He shouted. "I want to marry you! I want you to fuck me forever! I need your cock, Mr. McPherson! Fill my little ass with cum! Cum inside me!" 

I shot my wad onto the briefs. It was late at night, so I had time to sit and let my body calm down from the intense orgasm. As always I imagined Matthew kissing me and holding me, loving me. I left the briefs lying in one of my drawers that I kept locked so that the cum could dry. In the morning I put on the briefs before leaving for school and headed out. 

Just as I was at the door, Virginia called to me, "Brian, wait a minute."

I turned to look at her, not wanting to be late for Matthew even though I was leaving early. She came up to me while Mason sat at the table in his high chair and looked at us with big curious eyes.

"I want you to come straight home after school today," she said sternly.

I hadn't realized that she might become suspicious about my staying late after school but now that she mentioned something about it I realized that I ahd failed to come up with a legitimate excuse for coming home more than an hour late. 

"Of course, honey," I said as sincerely as I could. But inside I was cursing her for taking away my afternoon time with Matthew.

* * * 

School ended and I still regretted having to go straight home. When I got home I was in a fiercely bad mood and my temper was already threatening to unleash at any moment. 

"Ginny? I'm home," I called throughout the house when I came through the door. 

Virginia walked into the kitchen and shushed me.

"Mason's napping," she said.

I closed the door and sat my bag down on the table. Opening a cabinet, I reached for a glass and poured myself some water from the tap. Virginia took a seat at the table and watched me. I smiled at her, "What?" 

She didn't say anything for a moment and I just looked back at her. Something was definitely wrong and now was the time it was all coming out. I sat down with my glass and looked at her, waiting for her to speak. For another good long moment she just took me in, sized me up before she spoke. "What's going on?" she said seriously. 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What's going on after school, Brian? Why do you get home so late now? Are you stopping somewhere and drinking?" 

"What? Are you kidding me?" I asked incredulously.

"Are you drinking?" she asked me.

"Do I look drunk to you, Virginia? Have I ever looked drunk to you when I got home?" 

"Well then what is it? Where are you going?"

"Nowhere! I just stay a little longer after school, what's wrong with that?" I asked, getting upset.

"Well nothing except that it's a little strange for you to suddenly be getting home late right when we're trying to have another baby!"

"All I'm doing is just talking to some friends and working on some paperwork, it's nothing!" I replied.

"Brian, I called the school asking where you were five times in the past month and the office told me every time that you had left to go home. Now my question is, what the hell is going on, where are you going?" she was raising her voice now.

"I don't have to listen to this, Virginia!"

"You'll listen to it, Brian, and you'll answer me! Where are you going that you have to lie to me and keep this from me?"

"Maybe I don't want to come home because I'm sick of fucking you all the time. All you want is sex!" I snapped.

"We're trying to make a baby, Brian!"

"And then I come home and you just nag at me like this!" 

Just then, Mason started crying. The sound came down the hall and Virginia got up and shoved her chair against the table, "Great, you woke him up."

"I didn't start this," I said. 

"Just shut up, Brian!" she yelled.

"Christ!" I shouted. 

I got up, grabbed my bag out of instinct, and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind me. I got in my car and just drove away without knowing where I was going. I needed a release. This fight with Virginia highlighted my frustration with everything that was going on at the time. Both at home with her and trying to make this new baby which I wasn't even sure I wanted now; and also with Matthew. What the hell was I doing with him? What could I really get from him? Where was this going with him? 

Thinking of him inspired a surge of lust that started in my chest and emanated throughout my body, driven by the fury I was feeling. I looked at the clock in my car. There was still a little time left for me to go to the school and watch him at practice. And I wanted to, so I changed lanes, and drove to the high school. 

I went in through one of the side doors, still holding my bag that contained the pictures and the jock strap, and headed for the double doors that went past the locker room and to the field out back. As I passed the locker room, I hesitated and then detoured. The dim lights and the harsh odor called to me, offering a place of distraction from the feelings I was having. 

I went inside and breathed in the musky smell of the place. In the back right corner of the room were the showers, quiet and wet with pale shadows of light on the floor from the windows just below the cieling. I went to the back of the room and found locker 336. Opening it, I once again found the duffle bag with a new jock strap in it and change of clothes. I looked at my watch. Still about thirty minutes before practice was over. So I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off. Already sweat was glistening on my pecs and stomach. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, kicked off my shoes and sat on the bench, completely naked. I loved it. It was so masculine in there. And I was naked, exposed to it all. I loved the thrill that anyone could have walked in and caught me. And I'd be completely vulnerable, without any excuse at all. 

I took out the briefs that I had ejaculated on several times. It was stained and yellowed. From the locker, I pulled out the new jock strap and put it on. Then I put on Matthew's shirt. It was blue and tight around my chest. I reached into my bag and retrieved the naked pictures of Matthew as well as some of my favorite pictures that I had taken of him on the field. Laying them out in front of me on the metal bench, I freed my raging rock-hard dick from the jock strap and started pleasuring myself. I moaned loudly and freely, not caring who heard me. I needed this. I needed to release the frustration and all the anger. I imagined Matthew was with me, kissing me and licking my nipples. 

I shuffled through the pictures, finding new ones to look at while my other hand continuously jacked off my cock. The metal bench that was at first cool against my thighs was now warm as I strattled it, humping the hardness of it and rubbing myself against it. 

Just then there was noise and the sound of the door to the locker room opening. Footsteps, coming along the tiled floor. I was caught. It was all over. There was nothing I could do. And although this certainly scared me shitless, the emotion I felt even more strongly was anger. Whoever had come in was robbing me of my pleasure, of my sexual fantasy and escape from reality. And if they reported me, I'd lose my job and probably my wife and everything else. But there was nothing to be done. No place I could hide. Except, the showers! I grabbed the cup from my bag and threw it through the air over the lockers where it landed at the front of the room. When it banged on the floor, I raced across the room, my bare feet not making much noise at all, and made it safely to the showers. As I was out in the open, I caught a glimpse of who the person was. A blurred image of blonde hair and a soccer uniform facing away from me, turning around to look at whatever had made the noise at the front of the room. 

I watched Matthew from the showers, peering from around the corner. All my things were there, right there in front of his locker. He found them. The look on his face was sheer terror. All those pictures of him, and some of them ones that he had taken of himself in the nude. All right there on the bench and the floor in front of his open locker and my bag. Did he recognize my bag? No, he was too preoccupied with the pictures of himself. I saw his head look up and search the room. He knew someone else was in here. 

"What the fuck is going on?" he said nervously, looking around. 

He was panicked. So was I. He walked up and down the rows of lockers until he returned to the back. Then he looked up. I pulled the side of my head back from the corner just in time to see Matthew approaching. This was it. He's coming. I was trapped. He's going to see me standing here, naked in the shower with his own shirt and jock strap on. 

He gasped when he saw me and took a frightful step back.

"Oh my God!" he said. "Mr. McPherson?"

All I could do was stare with my mouth slightly open. The poor boy was so confused and so scared. 

"What's going on?" he said, more pleadingly than anything. 

I lunged for him. I caught him with both hands and pulled at the collar of his shirt. He fought me, but I was too strong for him. His arms and palms pushed at my chest. His shirt ripped as he pulled away and fell off, but not before I caught his legs and tripped him. Down on the floor I pounded the side of his head with one forceful punch, knocking him unconscious. The wound immediately swelled and bled. 

"Oh god, oh God, what have I done? Oh god." I said panicking. It was a daze of horrid confusion. Half of my mind kept trying to force me to wake up, or to at least acknowledge that none of this could really be happening.

I stood up and turned on one of the showers. My initial thought was to clean the blood away so no one would find out what had happened. I dragged Matthew into the water and his body got soaked.

"No, his clothes will be wet and everyone will ask what happened," I thought aloud.

So I got on my knees. The shirt I was wearing was too restrictive so I pulled it off and tossed it aside. Then I pulled off each of Matthew's shoes and long soccer socks. His shorts were soaking wet now and I could see his jock strap and cup through them. That's what did it for me. That's what turned me on in the midst of the choas. Here he was, my sex god. My idol. Unconscious before me, vulnerable to me in this gloriously erotic condition. The beast in me was uncontrollable. Even if I had wanted to stop I couldn't. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted him. That sweet young ass I had dreamed of so many times. All the days I had undressed this boy with my eyes. Now here he was, mine for the taking. 

I pulled off his shorts, leaving the jock strap on him. I pulled his legs up and positioned them over his head so that his ass was exposed to me. I marvelled at it. I was in awe of the beauty of it. It was wet and round and perfect, just like I knew it would be. I trembled as I breathed. Leaning down, I put my mouth to the hole and tasted him. Oh god, it was the most erotic moment of my life! That first taste! It was delicious flesh as only flesh can taste. Soft and firm. I licked around the hole and inserted my tongue, fucking him and French kissing his ass. I chewed on it, my chin being squeezed slightly by the boy's full asscheeks. 

I backed off and straightened myself up. With a hand beneath each of his knees, I held his legs in place. My cockhead was positioned against the tender hole, the head pulsing and swollen. Without a doubt, fucking him while he was conscious would have been unbearable for him, especially since the only lubrication I was using was the water from the shower. I pushed forward. My dick entered him with extreme difficulty. He was so incredibly tight that I almost thought it wouldn't go in. But I forced it in just the same. I had to fuck him. I had to know what it felt like to have this boy's sweet ass bouncing on my cock. I pushed my hips forward and went in enough for the head to be completely inside of him. Just then, Matthew groaned in pain. He was coming around again. I didn't care. 

I thrust in again and my throbbing cock sank in another inch. Then another, and another as I forced my hips down. Matthew, becoming more aware by the minute, let out another groan, this one louder. I pushed in as hard as I could and felt the muscles in the walls of Matthew's ass choke my cock. I was deep enough now to feel his body heat all around my completely engorged penis and it enraptured me. I almost came just then. I was oozing a steady flow of precum which greatly helped to lubricate him. Again I pushed forward and finally I buried all eight inches of my dick in his ass. He gave an ear-piercing scream of pain. So I leaned forward and met his mouth with my own, kissing him hard. The tongue that had just been up his ass was now in his mouth, wrestling with his own tongue. He was still rather delirious though and not exactly sure what was going on. I pulled off of him and saw that he was crying. Tears ran down either side of his face and his expression was of tortured pain. 

I pulled out my dick. Blood was on it. Just before my dick head would pop out, I stopped and thrust in again, down to the hilt, and he screamed again. I reached over to find the wet t-shirt I had taken off, balling it up and stuffed part of it in the boy's mouth. He tried to grab it but I caught his wrists and held them against the wet tiles of the shower as I pulled my cock out of him and then dove back into his tender, sore ass. 

Soon I was pounding him with a steady pace. I looked down at him. He was fully conscious by now and knew who I was and what I was doing. His screams were muffled but he couldn't help but express the pain from the intruding member in his ass. 

"I'm sorry it had to be this way, Matthew," I said while panting between thrusts. "I love you, though. I really do. I love you. And you're so beautiful that I just had to do this. This is how it has to be." 

I fucked him up the ass as hard as I could, pleasuring myself. But then I remembered that practice would be over soon. I had to hurry up and finish. 

My eyes fell upon his pale and pitiful face. His body shook and his hair was in wet disarray. He was totally under my control. I was becoming a part of him and he a part of me. But not just yet. My orgasm was coming. Looking at my poor beloved angel there on the cold shower floor is what set me off and I felt warm semen fill the space between my cock and the walls of his ass, squirming around deep inside of him and finally dribbling out from the tight space. As I continued to pound him, the cum deep within him made a glopping sound.

"YES! YES! OH GOD, MATTHEW! YES! Oh I love you so much," I kissed him again and again. "I love you, I love you, I love you." 

Gasping for air, I pulled out my cock. Blood and cum all over me and the hole that clenched shut after I was out of him. I stood up and raced to gather up the pictures and various articles of clothing. Meanwhile Matthew laid on the floor as if dead. By the time I had hurriedly packed up everything, turned off the shower, and gotten dressed, he had rolled over into a fetal position, covering his head in shame. 

"Come on, baby. I won't leave you like this," I said as I gathered him in my arms and carried him over to the bench. 

I opened his locker and got some clean clothes and dressed him. He was still limp and in shock. When I was finished, I got my bag as well as all his belongings and carried Matthew in my arms quickly out of the locker room and through the teacher's lounge. I knew there would be no one in the lounge this late in the afternoon and I could use the back exit to get to my car without anyone seeing me. 

Once at the car, I opened the passenger side door first and dumped Matthew inside. He was crying now in breathless sobs and recoiled at my kisses as if I was going to hit him again. I closed the door and went around and got in. And then we were off on the road. 

"We'll go somewhere where we can be together, Matthew. I want you to know that I love you and I won't ever hit you again. You don't have to be afraid of that, ok? Ok? You just rest now and we'll get out of here." 

* * * 

We had been driving for hours and were somewhere in southern Virginia.

I broke the long silence in the car. "I still smell like you," I said, holding my hand to my nose. "Smell. See?" I put my hand to his nose and he avoided it as if it was poisoned.

He balled himself up, bringing his knees up to his chest and putting his hands over his face. It made me a little disappointed, but I gave a concerned expression and stroked his hair as he shook with fear.

"Matthew, you don't have to be afraid. I'm sorry I hit. I told you why I did, it was an accident. Matthew? Come on, I love you." I rolled down his window with an automatic button, "just relax now." 

"Why are you doing this?" he whimpered to me, still scared. "You're my teacher." He started to cry again. Again he said, more to himself this time, "you're my teacher." 

"I used to be your teacher but now I'm your lover. You're my boyfriend now, ok? It's ok that you're only 18 and I'm older, that doesn't matter to me. What matters is that I love you and I'm going to take care of you. I'll give you anything you want now."  

"I want go home! Please, please let me go home," he let his legs return to the floor and looked at me with welling tears in his eyes. The bruise on the side of his head must have really been throbbing and painful. "Please, Mr. McPherson, please! Let me go!" 

"Oh, honey, thing's will be so much better now with us. You'll see. You just have to give it time."

I stroked his hair again and he instinctively out of fear swatted it away from him. That pissed me off. 

"Don't do that! You're my boyfriend now and I can touch you if I want." I growled.

"You're not my boyfriend!" he said.

"Of course I am, don't be stupid." I replied.

"I'm not gay and please, oh god let me go home!" he begged.

"I know how it feels, Matt. I'm not gay either. I've never been homosexual. I was even married and trying for my second baby when I left today. It's ok, this doesn't make us gay. It just means that we love one another and we both happen to be boys, that's all." 

"BUT I DON'T LOVE YOU! I HATE YOU! I WANT TO GO HOME!" he yelled.

I swerved the car into another lane when I hit him. There were no other cars on the road. We were on a bridge and there were cement barriers on either side of the road to prevent cars from flying off. I grabbed his neck and forced his head out of the open window. 

"We belong together! Say it!" his head was coming close to the cement barriers that sped by. 

"We be.. long toge...ther," he sobbed out through tears and screams. 

"Good," I released him and let his head back in the car. 

"You know what we need? We need to be brought closer together. We did it before. Remember that drink I gave you after practice that day? I put a condom full of my cum in it and you drank it. You had my sperm inside of you. It was that part of myself in your body that brought us together. Maybe we should do that again." 

Then I had another idea. "Oh I know! I can eat your cum this time. I need to do it. Go ahead and jack off for me, you'll feel better once you do." 

I reached for his crotch and grabbed his package through his shorts. His hands went over mine and pried my fingers away from his penis. So I grabbed his neck again and forced his head out of the window. This time with my other hand I rolled the window up so that his neck was caught in it and he couldn't pull his head back inside. 




The Good Teacher Ch. 02



(All of the girls involved in sexual acts in this story are AT LEAST 18 years of age)

The last time we were together, you got to see my first experience with my true self. In this next part of my story, I was still fighting what I didn't know was inevitable. I thought I was just pent up or something, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

My next encounter would bring me closer to realizing who I really am, and I had some help from the last person I could've imagined.

--

Chapter 2 -- The Nymphomaniac

It's been an interesting month since my encounter with Jessica. She's gotten to the point that she regularly begs me to ravage her after school and I've seen her sneakily masturbating during class after days that I refuse her. Those days are few and far between, though. Any time she asks for it, I usually give it to her.

But I can't help but question my own motives. I was never like this before the incident with Jessica. Even now, I'm usually my normal self, but when Jessica offers herself to me it's like another person takes over. It's even beginning to happen when I look at the other girls in my class, especially Ashley, the class president.

Her brunette hair is curly, but not nearly as bouncy as Jessica's golden curls. Her breasts are easily the biggest in the class, I'm pretty sure they're a double or triple E. They fit her pretty well, considering that she's the only girl in class who's almost as tall as me. She stands at 5'10" while I'm 6'2". She still has to slightly look up at me when we speak face-to-face, but I'm usually given the perfect angle to look down her shirt while she's distracted.

Today, though, Ashley's been a bit strange; she seems distracted. "Ashley," I say, tapping my chalk on the board to help get her attention. She jumps in her seat and her head snaps away from the window and towards me.

"Yes, Mr. Ross?" She replies quickly. Her face is red, and her breathing is a little heavier than usual. Not to mention her eyes. She's not looking at me, but instead looking at the floor in front of my feet.

I point at the "page 394" scrawled across the chalkboard and say, "Could you read the first three paragraphs on this page, please?" Ashley nods and tries her best to read the pages aloud, but her voice keeps cracking. "Ashley, are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse's office?" Ashley stops reading and nods. She stands up but almost immediately loses her balance, catching herself on her desk.

I hurriedly walk over to her desk and help her stand. "Class, I'm going to take Ashley to the nurse's office. Read the first three pages of this chapter, and then you can have some free time until I get back." Ashley hugs my arm to keep herself up, pressing my elbow between her breasts.

Out in the hallway, I get a better look at her while I try to find out what's wrong. Her breathing is ragged and unsynchronized, and her legs are shaking with each step she takes. Her arms keep tightening around mine, rubbing my elbow back and forth between her tits.

Then, as we approach the nurse's office, Ashley trips and nearly falls to the ground. I just barely manage to catch her, and seeing as she can barely keep herself up I pick her up and carry her the rest of the way. I don't notice my hand on her ass at first, but Ashley lets out a little moan and in my arms. I quickly move my hand, but the friction on her thighs just makes Ashley squirm even more. I'm starting to get an idea of what's wrong with her, and my normal self hopes that I'm wrong.

We finally enter the nurse's office, but no one's there. I look at the clock; it's 1 o'clock, so of course the nurse is on break right when I need the exact opposite. I set Ashley down on the bed closest to the window and take a seat in the chair next to her.

I can't help but look at every part of Ashley's body as she squirms around. Her rubbing her thighs together is what gives it away, though. She's horny. "Ashley, are you okay?" I ask, trying to keep my composure. The urge to climb on top of her and make her mine is swelling in my mind, and I need to get away before I violate another one of my students.

Ashley rolls towards me on the bed, the look on her face is almost enough to make me break. Her eyes almost look empty with lust, and her face is flushed red with blood. There's a small stream of drool rolling down her chin, and her panting just keeps getting heavier.

"Mr. Ross..." Ashley pants, "I... I need..." She sits up on the bed, facing me. Her legs are slightly spread apart, and I can see her panties under her skirt. She's completely soaked, so much so that I can actually see the dark outline of her pussy through the cloth of her panties.

I clench my fists and try to suppress the rising erection in my pants. Ashley spreading her legs even more doesn't help. "Ashley..." I say, taking a deep breath. "You need to calm down and tell me what's wrong."

Ashley looks away and blushes. "In class... when you were talking to the class about the new unit..." She looks back at me; her eyes are darting between my eyes and what I'm pretty sure is my crotch. "You looked at me and turned away, and when you turned back, I saw..." I know what she's talking about. I had looked at her breasts and gotten an erection in the middle of class, but I was sure that no one noticed. "...I saw your..." Ashley tries to continue as she squirms, rubbing her hands all over her body.

She stops her right hand on her tits and starts squeezing them as her left hand moves down in between her legs. I'm still shocked at her fondling her chest when she starts playing with her pussy right in front of me. "I saw your dick get hard, Mr. Ross." Ashley's attitude has completely changed. She's not squirmy and nervous anymore, instead, she's looking straight into my eyes with a lust that I've never seen before. "I saw your dick and just couldn't help thinking about how good it would be to have it."

She moans as her fingers push the fabric of her panties against her pussy, making light squishing sounds and giving me short glimpses of the lips of her pussy. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ross," Ashley says between moans, "I know that I'm supposed to be perfect and innocent, but..." She cuts herself off with a loud, drawn-out moan and thrusts her hips forward. She's cumming right in front of me.

I can't even move. I'm terrified that if I do anything, I won't be myself again. But Ashley doesn't really give me a choice. Once she calms down, she climbs off of the bed and kneels down in front of me. She's not looking at me, though. Her eyes are fixed on the twitching tent in my pants.

"I'm not the girl that everyone thinks I am..." Ashley says as she runs her hands along my thighs until they converge on my dick. I groan as she squeezes and rubs me through my khakis. "I'm always like this... but I'm good at hiding it. Usually," Ashley says, pinching my zipper between two fingers and pulling it down.

"But seeing you, a teacher, get turned on at the sight of my tits... Oh, it just made me wetter than I've ever been before." I don't respond, trying to hide my guilt. "You think I wouldn't notice you staring at my tits, Mr. Ross? I love it when you do. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've gotten myself off thinking about you putting your dick in between them."

She slowly, almost teasingly, pulls my dick out of my pants, making sure to rub the head with her palm, making my moan and jump in my seat. "I've even made myself cum in class before," Ashley says, moving her mouth closer to my dick. "It was so messy that I had to change my panties."

That's all that it takes. My mind snaps again. I'm not nervous anymore, but I'm annoyed that Ashley is the one who's in control. "Really?" I ask, leaning back in my chair, "I never would have thought you were such a slut. Honestly, I'm disappointed in you."

Ashley looks up at me, the confusion in her eyes makes me chuckle. "Mr. Ross?" She asks, nervously. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine, Ashley." I say with a grin, "I'd be even better if you'd stop toying with me. You said that you wanted my dick in between those gorgeous tits of yours, didn't you?" Ashley's confusion and nervousness disappear, and she shivers. She uses her right hand to stroke my dick and pulls the ribbon on her blouse with the other.

The blouse falls down to the floor, giving me the perfect view of her chest. Her tits are being held up by a dark purple lace bra with frills that outline her cleavage. I reach out and grab one of her breasts. The lace is soft underneath my hand, and the flesh beneath it is even more so. With every squeeze, Ashley's chest seems to try to suck my hand in.

"You want to do more than just touch them, right?" Ashley says, panting and sighing with each squeeze. I nod and pull my hand away, waiting impatiently as she unhooks her bra. It was definitely worth the wait, though. When Ashley's bra falls away, her breasts bounce a bit when gravity pulls them down.

Her little pink nipples seem out of place on the huge tits in front of me, but their perkiness from all of the excitement is adorable. "Do you like them, Mr. Ross?" I nod and reach my hand out again, but Ashley playfully smacks it away. "Oh, no you don't. There's something else that you need to use to touch these."

Ashley gives me one last smile before she leans down and engulfs my dick with her mouth. I groan and push up into her mouth, but she's not blowing me. I can feel her trying to get as much saliva onto my dick, and then she pulls back, taking my dick out of her mouth.

She doesn't wait long to grab both of her tits and wrap them around my dick. The feeling of her soft flesh enveloping me is almost enough to make me burst right here and now, but it gets even better when Ashley squeezes herself around me and starts moving. She begins by simply moving her tits up and down, all the way up to the head of my dick then back down.

After that, she stops moving, leans down and takes the head of my dick into her mouth. She's much better at this than I expected, even making sure to run her tongue over the head of my dick as she starts moving her tits along the shaft.

I can feel myself getting close. The feeling of her tits and mouth combined are too much for me to care, though. I want to cum in this girl's mouth. Ashley feels me swell in her mouth and moves her tits away so she can get more of my dick into her mouth.

"Fuck!" I groan as my hips reflexively thrust upward as I empty myself into Ashley's mouth. Ashley keeps sucking me as I cum, and the overstimulation makes me cum even more. Still, she swallows all of it.

She sucks the rest out of me like she's drinking from a straw, and then pulls her mouth off of my dick with an audible pop. She licks her lips and smiles. "Thank you for that, Mr. Ross. It was delicious." She puts her hand on my dick and slowly rubs my dick as it shrinks. "But that's not the only thing you want to do, right?"

"Of course not," I say, sighing with pleasure, "but we don't have time right now. The other students will get worried if I don't get back." Ashley pouts and crosses her arms, pushing her tits up. "Don't worry. You'll get my dick everywhere you want, you little slut," I tease as I reach out and give one of her tits a squeeze. "You stay here and 'get better.' Come back to class when you're ready."

I put my dick back into my pants and return to class, but there's one little problem. I'm still not myself. I'm going back to my class, and I have to wait to give Ashley the fucking that she so desperately wants... But I want more.

--

At the end of class, Jessica sits calmly in her seat, waiting for everyone else to leave--but so does Ashley. When the classroom is empty, they both just sit there in silence for a few minutes, occasionally glancing at each other. The tension between the two of them is almost palpable, but it's Ashley who finally breaks the silence.

"Jessica, don't you need to go home?" Ashley says, shifting in her seat, "We've got quite a bit of homework tonight."

"I actually wanted to ask Mr. Ross a few questions about the homework before I left." Jessica says, standing up and walking to the chair in front of my desk. Ashley watches her for a moment, but she shoots me a desperate glance. Get rid of her, Ashley mouths to me. I slightly shake my head in response. I'm not sure if Jessica actually needs help or if she just wants sex, but both reasons are enough for me to let her stay.

Ashley stands up and joins Jessica and me, pulling up a chair to my desk. "Maybe I can help, too," she says, leaning forward in my chair to show off her cleavage.

We spend the next fifteen minutes very awkwardly going over the night's homework. Ashley definitely doesn't need help with any of it, but Jessica actually learns a few things. After going over the entire assignment, I slowly tap my pen on my desk twice. This is normally a signal that I give to Jessica during class to tell her to meet me after school. Jessica looks me in the eyes, and a very quickly glance in Ashley's direction.

She gives me a devilish grin and nods. "Thanks for the help, Mr. Ross. I'll make sure to turn all of this in tomorrow." She stands up, packing the papers into her bag before walking out of the classroom and closing the door behind her.

"Oh thank god," Ashley says gratefully as she stands up and removes her blouse. "I thought we were going to have to wait until tomorrow." She then drops her skirt to the floor and walks around my desk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ross," she says, "but I can't wait through foreplay. I need your dick." She pulls down her soaked panties and then climbs into my lap. While I unzip my pants, she removes her bra and tosses it across the room.

"Don't worry, Ashley," I say, "I've been dying to get my dick into you since I got back to class. If Jessica hadn't left, I would have just bent you over the desk and let her watch."

"Wait, we need a condo -- ahhhhhh," Ashley starts to say, but I cut her off by shoving my dick into her. Her pussy is tight. Not as tight as Jessica, but still tight enough for me to feel a squeezing sensation around my dick. "Oh, fuck, Mr. Ross." Ashley moans, "Oh, god. This is amazing." I move my hands around her and grab her ass, squeezing both of her cheeks and pulling her down on me as I thrust up into her.

"I still can't believe how much of a slut you are," I grunt as I fuck her, "but I'm going to give you just what you want." I push up as deep as I can. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't move... and then I'm going to fuck you more." Ashley wraps her arms around my head and pushes her tits against my face.

She grinds herself against me with each thrust. I can feel her inner folds clamping down on me more and more, and she just keeps getting wetter. "Fuck me!" She yells, not even trying to keep her voice down. "Ahhh... Fuck me more!" I put my hands under her knees and stand up, pushing her against the chalkboard.

I take advantage of this new position and rapidly thrust as deep as I can go into her pussy. The feeling of her squeezing around me every time I thrust is amazing, but I'm not going to last much longer. I slow down, making long, hard thrusts into her, making sure to grind against her clit every time.

Ashley bites into my shoulder and her entire body freezes. Her pussy clamps down on me and keeps getting tighter. I spread her legs just a bit more and push myself against her cervix, and then I get the euphoric feeling of cumming inside of this slut's pussy. Ashley keeps cumming around me, and the added pleasure from her insides contorting around me makes me cum harder.

I can hear dripping sounds as globs of my cum leak out of Ashley's pussy and fall to the floor. Both of us just sit there with me still inside of her for a few seconds before I pull out of her.

"Oh, shit, Mr. Ross," Ashley says as I slowly put her down on the floor. "That was incredible." She looks up at me with an incredibly satisfied look on her face. Her hands reach up to my cum covered dick, and she leans forward to take me into her mouth.

I groan and push against her as she cleans my cum and her juices off of my dick, and I can feel her suck the rest of the cum out of my dick. She pulls away and swallows, giving me a grin.

"Mmm... It tastes even better after it's been inside of me," Ashley says, licking the excess off of her lips. She slowly and dizzily stands up against the wall, keeping her legs closed to stop the cum from leaking out of her.

"We're going to have to do this again, Mr. Ross." She says. "I'm used to the dildos in my room, but... oh, god. They don't compare to the real thing." She steps forward and leans against my chest. "I wouldn't mind doing this every day..."

"That's where we're going to have a problem," Jessica's voice echoes into the room as the door opens. Ashley jumps away from me and tries to cover herself with her hands.

"Jessica?!" Ashley squeals in fear, "This is... Mr. Ross was just..." She tries to come up with an explanation as Jessica walks towards us. "We weren't..." Ashley keeps going, but she stops when Jessica falls to her knees in front of me and takes my dick into her mouth.

I put my hand on Jessica's head and grunt as my dick starts to harden in her mouth. "Wait... What?!" Ashley asks in confusion.

Jessica pulls herself away from my dick and says, "You weren't the first girl that Mr. Ross fucked, Ash..." She strokes my dick with one hand and uses the other to open her blouse. "Well... you did it willingly."

Ashley looks between Jessica and me, still trying to understand what's going on. "Mr. Ross took advantage of me and raped me..." Jessica says, still stroking me. "But oh, god, it was worth it. I love this dick of his." She takes my dick back into her mouth and uses her hand to stroke me along with her sucking.

"She's not wrong," I say, running my hands through Jessica's hair. "She offered to do anything to convince me to let her stay here... and I just couldn't resist the urge to give this little slut of mine a good fucking."

Ashley takes a step forward. "So... You've been having sex with Jessica?" She asks, dropping her arms to her sides. Jessica nods with my dick and her mouth and gives a muffled "uh-huh".

"For a little over a month now." I grunt, pulling Jessica's head against me a little harder, "She's even fucked me under my desk during class a few times. But she usually just drinks my cum... It's her favorite."

Jessica pulls herself back off of me and rubs her saliva around the head of my dick with her thumb, making me let out a loud groan. "It's so great, Ash... you should come have some more..."

Jessica resumes sucking my dick, but Ashley just stands hesitant for a few minutes. After fucking Ashley, there's not much more time before I empty myself into Jessica's mouth. Jessica recognizes my groans and puts her hands on my ass, making me thrust into her mouth.

I'm pretty sure that Ashley understands what's going on, because she finally breaks her hesitation and gets on her knees next to Jessica. Jessica pulls back and strokes my dick, aiming it between the two of them.

"Ahh, here it comes, girls!" I say, tensing up to hold in my cum for as long as I can. Both Ashley and Jessica open their mouths in anticipation, and they're rewarded with my cum splashing onto their tongues and splattering across their faces and tits.

"Mmm..." Jessica moans, swallowing what's in her mouth, then wiping what's on her face into her mouth. After swallowing, she says. "Oh god, I thought I wasn't going to get any today, Mr. Ross."

Ashley sits looks between the two of us and asks, "So, are we going to keep going?" Jessica gets excited and looks up at me. They both give me a begging expression, wanting more of me.




The Good Teacher Ch. 02



"Sorry girls, but it's getting late, and the school's going to be locked up soon," I say, stuffing my dick back into my pants, "But stay after school tomorrow, and we'll have all the fun you want tomorrow."

Both of them pout, but they clean themselves up and get dressed. I stay behind to clean the cum off of the floor behind my desk, then I go home. I almost fail to notice that I'm still not back to my normal self. Every woman that I see on the way home gives me an erection, and I'm even tempted to pull a woman that I pass into an alleyway for a quickie.

I'm starting to realize just how fucked up I really am, but I still want to fight it. There's no way that this is who I really am.

--

"Oh, shit!" Ashley groans as I slam into her. I have her bent over the desk as I fuck her. I couldn't even wait for her to get her clothes off after the class emptied out; I just bent her over the desk, flipped her skirt up and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and shoved my dick in.

"Hurry up, you two -- ahhh..." Jessica complains as Ashley eats her out on my desk. "I want to get -- ahhh -- get fucked too..." She puts her hands on Ashley's head and grinds against her face.

"Don't worry, you'll get yours," I grunt as Ashley cums on my dick. "Oh, fuck, Ashley, stop squeezing like that or I'll cum already..."

Ashley pushes her hips back against me and moans against Jessica's crotch. I groan and pull out of Ashley's pussy. "Switch, girls" I order the two of them, "Jessica gets the first load for being such a good girl." Ashley groans in displeasure and climbs on the desk as Jessica starts getting down.

But they're both so dizzy and dazed that Ashley tries to climb over Jessica and they end up with Ashley on top and Jessica on the bottom. I grab Ashley's ass to stop her from moving as I shove my dick into Jessica's pussy.

They both moan as I fuck Jessica's tight little pussy and Ashley grinds herself against the two of us. Both of their moans are suddenly muffled, and I can hear slurping sounds. They're fucking making out while I'm burying my dick in one of them.

I pull my dick out of Jessica's pussy and push it between both of their crotches, with Ashley's pussy pushing down on me and Jessica's pushing up against me. I fuck the incredible wetness between the two of them for no longer than ten seconds before I feel myself shooting cum against both of their bodies.

I stand back and enjoy the view. Their crotches rubbing against each other and their asses shaking gives me a great idea, but I don't know if Ashley will like it. I keep watching the show they're giving me and rub myself until I'm hard again.

I walk back towards the girls and put my hands on Ashley's ass, and she lets out a moan in response. There's more than enough of my cum and the girl's fluids on me to act as lube for this, but I want it to be a bit of a surprise. I quickly spread Ashley's ass cheeks and push the head of my dick against her asshole.

"Wha- Mr. Ross, wait, that's my..." Ashley says in protest, but she groans with a mix of pain and pleasure when the head of my dick pushes past her sphincter. "My ass..." Ashley moans.

The sensation that I'm getting from the inside of Ashley's ass is incredible. It's so tight, but it's not as wet as a pussy, giving me more friction to work with.

"My ass..." Ashley moans again, "it feels... it feels so fucking good!" She pushes her ass back against me, making me go deeper. The extra tightness on my already sensitive dick is too much, and I can't even try to hold back my orgasm.

I grab Ashley's hips and thrust with each spurt of cum into Ashley's ass. She groans and goes limp on top of Jessica as I feel her up. "Jesus Christ," I say, pulling my dick out of Ashley's ass. I'm almost immediately sore once I'm out of her though; her ass was too tight for my poor dick.

"How come you've never given it to me in the ass, Mr. Ross?" Jessica asks, rolling Ashley over to get up. "It sounded like it felt good."

"Oh god, it did." Ashley sighs as she regains her composure. "I never thought that I'd cum with my ass."

I sigh and say, "Sorry girls, but I'm too sore to do anything else today." My dick is visibly red now. "We'll have to wait until next week to do anything else."

"Next week?!" Ashley and Jessica both protest.

"It's not like you can come to my house over the weekend, girls," I say with a chuckle. "That would raise too many suspicions."

Both of the girls grumble and clean themselves up as I get dressed. "Don't worry. I think you're going to have even more fun next week." They both get excited and try to guess what I have planned, but neither of them has the slightest idea.

I'm not going to be satisfied with just the two of them for long, and I already know who I want to join in the fun next...

Again, special thanks to my girlfriend, Amber, for editing this.