1 comments/ 125026 views/ 18 favorites Student Teacher By: KakosMachomai Brad and Angela Domrays were classic local community college royalty, or so they thought. Yes, it was true, while the siblings were one year apart (Brad was the senior and Angie the junior) they were renown for their abilities at sports. Brad was a linebacker and was built like a Ford truck, while he was good at football, he was even better at baseball playing in the outfield and sporting a hitting average of about .452. He had the classic tawny skin the dark hair that was cut short and little bigger then normal ears, his eyes showed the dim awareness of intelligence while his abs showed where he concentrated the efforts of his brain. The only drawback (besides the fact that he was completely stupid) about Brad was that his chin leaned a little too far out. His sister Angie was a hottie. Also not entirely smart, she was not stupid either, just mediocre. Her star athletic powers rested in soccer. She also played softball and sometimes entertained basketball, but it was always soccer that forged her name with the populous of Clarke College. Where her brother had slightly bigger ears and a jutting jaw, Angie had normal proportions, in fact she was beautiful. She too had the natural tawny skin, great legs and B size tits. Her dark brown hair fell just below her shoulders. Her body was great and made many guys jackoff about her. The best part of her physique was the colorless hair that was collected on her navel. It was so light that when caught in the sunlight the fuzz sent off erotic shivers to every guy who saw her in a two-piece. She was dating yet another endless supply of high school jocks who threw themselves at her and she teased them, would give out handjobs, but was not like Monica (who received the nickname blowjob betty from the song) who handed out blowjobs like candy, or was she like Maria who stayed steady with one dumbass track geek throughout the tenure of high school. But Sander was different, Sander was mature and at the local community college too. She wanted to fuck him so badly but she stupidly told him that she was no longer a virgin so she wouldn't look childish. She was in bad spirits when she got home that night, her parents were out getting drunk and partying in Portland that night, so they would probably just stay out until three or four in the morning. Sweaty, hot, and tired from practice she got home and started to strip on her way to the bathroom. She didn't know if Brad was home or not, they had seen each other in their tidy whities before so she didn't care. In fact numerous times she had walked into the computer room to see Brad masturbating to computer porn. He had a nice cock and she knew that he knew she saw and that did nothing for either of them. He stopped hanging around as soon as he hooked up with Katie Burlson. They fucked like rabbits at her place but sometimes the fucked here too. Katie had a nice body, her skin didn't naturally 'golden up' so she faked and baked quite a bit. Sometimes the track star broke out awfully bad across her face. Her boobs were trying to get across the B cup finish line but were falling short. Angie had to admit it, but she hated her brother's girlfriend. She was not only a sub par athletic individual she was probably only pretty fifty percent of the school year. Angie knew she was a competitive bitch but that didn't bother her one bit. "What do I care anyway," she said out load as she stripped off her soccer jersey and pulled off her shorts leaving her with just her sports bra, panties, and shin guards still on. "Damn, you are a sight for every male fantasy in your little uniform Angie, heh heh heh," Brad grinned as he came out of the bathroom with no towel. It was a game they played, see who could shock each other more; Brad was winning because Angie would not drop trout and show off her pussy. "Dumbass." A horrible rejoinder but she wasn't in the mood. She was going to be going out with Sander tomorrow night and it terrified her because she was going to go down on him. She really didn't know what to do. She looked at her brother's cock. It was limply hanging but it still looked like a stuffed sausage at rest. It was big, she knew it was big when she walked in on him jacking it off, but it was not bad to look at. It was surrounded by a forest of thick pubic hair and his left ball was slightly bigger then the right one. "Take a picture Angie, Jesus Christ! Heh!" With that her older brother walked off giving her a show of his ass. Angie just replied by stripping her sports bra off on the way to her room feeling the coolness of the air create a pebbling of goosebumps across her upper body. "Nice tits Angie," Brad reappeared in front of her going back into the bathroom. He always had to say that every time they did this. "Nice cock." She just was not in the mood for banter but she wanted him to take her seriously and for some reason she reached out in front of her and stroked his cock to life. "Whoa! What the fuck!" "I'm sorry, is this distracting you?" "Jesus Angie!" "I bet I'm better then Katie!" "I don't doubt it, you're hotter! But come on, why now? When I was single you never offered me hand in the room?" "Maybe now I need your help. I'm going to fuck Sander, but I'm still a virgin! Fuck me silly and let me practice with you!" That got him solid. They had long ago dispensed with the idea that they were being incestuous and settled on the fact that they were just close. But this was taking it to the next step. "I don't want to wear a condom, I want a straight fuck, but I'll pull out because a baby wouldn't be good either!" Brad stated matter of factly. "No shit dumbass. Now I'm all hot and sweaty so let me take a shower—" "—and let you cool down first, no way fucker! I'm going to take you now!" And with that Brad moved forward and yanked down her Victoria Secret Panties. She had long ago hated the idea of pubic hair, it was rough, unmanageable and she hated it. She kept a little bit of it around when she shaved because she was a woman and not a child and little girls had no pubic hair. She kept what she saw her brother enjoyed so much in porn, the "track" look. Just a patch that ran from her labial lips a runway if you will. She kept that trimmed and very neat. Her brother found it fascinating. "Always wondered what you did to yourself, always saw the pubic hair in the trashcan, wondered if you shaved your beaver or not! Heh!" "I want you to fuck me in my pussy and ass! I need to know what it all feels like because I'm giving it all to Sander, you're just a teacher so don't get all sentimental on me, okay?" Angie wanted to be very clear with him so he wouldn't come back later for more. "This is a one time thing!" "Sure it is, heh!" Brad tickled her pussy with his index finger gently probing her. It felt so good to be sticking his finger into his sister's pussy. He had a fetish for incest themed porn ever since he started to take notice of his sister's body. Angie closed her eyes and started to moan softly. "Ohh... yes... Ohh, lick my pussy Brad! Do it!" She was a bit forceful but Brad didn't mind giving her what she wanted. He licked a little bit enough to shut her up and went back to probing her trimmed pussy. His other hand slid up her tawny belly, circled her belly button and made an ascent to cup a dark brown nipple. He started to pinch it between thumb and finger while carpet munching her pussy. Angie was so ecstatic with her brother that she felt an orgasm coming on. She was used to sticking her own fingers in her pussy but to feel someone else's and to know it was her brother, it was so taboo she came! Her brother smiled at her as he got up from his knees, his lips wet with her pussy juice. "Fuck me big brother, fuck me now!" And that is exactly what Brad did. He took her into his room and asked her to take off her shin guards. Angie hurriedly complied and was stark naked. Her brother took her not unkindly by the shoulders and turned her around and placed her on his queen sized bed. There happened to be a mirror in front of Angie and she saw the look of utter delight on her brother's face as he started to guide his ten inch pole into her wet bog. As the cock slid into her pussy she noticed that Brad remembered he was capturing his sister's virginity so he slowly puckered in and out at first as her wetness started to allow for more room as her pussy started to accept this foreign body. Once he worked her pussy really hot and wet he started to slam into her. Each hit was like it was working a pleasure zone she never knew she had. She imagined his cock bursting through the walls of an erogenous zone each one more sacred and pleasurable then the last. Brad kept a hand on her shoulder blades as he pumped in and out. Angie's only response was inarticulate, "umphs." Brad's other hand was busy working her tight buttonhole asshole. With his pinky Brad was carefully exploring her asshole. He was very gentle for as strong as he was and Angie was grateful. Brad kept working on her for a while until he pulled out and stated that his cock had enough of her juice. "It's ass time!" Brad took his immense cock in his left hand while he stuck three fingers, a bit roughly and deeply into his sister's pussy. He came back with three well lubed fingers and started to apply it generously around her asshole. "Turn around Angie and lie on your back and take a hold of her ankles and spread your legs wide! Heh!" Brad was grinning like a little boy who found his Christmas presents early. Angie noticed that he was smearing, with his right hand, some more of her pussy juice on his cock. "Oh before I forget," with that Brad reached under his bed and pulled out Vaseline. "Just in case, but your wetter then Katie ever gets!" He slowly started to ease his cockhead into her tiny asshole. Angie wished she could see but her view was blocked. It felt like she was taking a giant shit but different. He pulled out. "Not enough." He grabbed some Vaseline and started to rub it around her asshole and on his dick. Brad went back to work probing his sister's ass. It was tighter then her pussy had been but, of course, it was nothing like Katie's. He had been fucking her in the ass so much lately she was expanding a lot easier. "Uggh... Ugghh..." His sister was not one for screaming like Katie or moaning like he heard his mother late at night when he was passing his parent's room. She just grunted like a woman hard at work. "Just relax Angie," and she did. Angie just relaxed her anal passageway and allowed her brother's cock safe passage. After a while things started to ease up; it started to get pleasurable, she kept a hold of both of her ankles as her brother kept pumping into her ass. Then he stopped. "Why?" "I'm close to cumming. Sit next to me and jack me off, guys love this!" Angie complied she grabbed her brothers cock; it was wet and sticky and filled her hand. At first he complained she was too tight, she loosened her grip and moved fast, Brad enjoyed that. Brad enjoyed watching his sister rub her hand all over his dick that had been her both her pussy and asshole, he was feeling the tingling sensation build up! He put his fingers near Angie's clit; he wanted to give her another orgasm! "Uggh... ugghh." Was Angie's response. "Here, get on your back!" "Okay!" Angie lied down on the bed as her brother pushed her tits together. Angie quickly got the idea and pushed her tits together as he pumped through her tits groaning and yelling out nonsensical words. "Oh yeah... Iota... EIIIIhhh..." Angie didn't get a lot of it but she knew that after two orgasms it was her brother's turn. As she watched his mushroom cockhead push towards her chin between her tits she would send out her tongue to greet the guest. "Ohh... yesss! YES!" And with that Brad unleashed two days worth of cum onto his sister's tits and chin. "Lick it up Angie, guys love that!" Angie just smiled and replied, "I'll drink up Sander's cum bro, and you're just a teacher!" "Yeah...okay..." Brad was out of breath. "Maybe I can teach you how to have a threesome?" Sighing and sweaty Brad got of his baby sister. "Maybe Brad, but thanks for the fuck, you're not that bad, Katie's a lucky girl!" Student Teacher "Hot day today, isn't it Mrs. C," Josh asked through the window. "Sure is Josh," I replied staring blatantly at his well-defined chest and six pack abs. Josh was a former student of mine, I taught him six years ago when he was a senior. I think that was about the time my husband said I didn't do anything for him and we quit having sex all together. I was crushed of course, having just turned 35 I was just discovering my sexual appetite; and he dropped the bomb. I had thought long and hard over the past six years about having an affair. I had had plenty of opportunities and desires; vacations with the other teachers, overnight stays for teaching conferences, online chat rooms. But I just couldn't bring myself to make that last step, to cross that final line. I was coming to terms with living the rest of my life in a celibate state. Well at least celibate with everyone but myself, in my private time I had a growing need for hardcore porn and masturbation. I'm pretty sure I slap the clown more than most of the boys in my fifth period advanced biology class. Once in my morning shower, again when I get home from work, and sometimes one more time in bed as my husband snores through the night. That's the one I find most exciting, I lie in bed and wait for his heavy breathing to begin and I turn the television down as low as it can go. Then I power up the DVD player and watch some hung stud plow some bimbo, watching as her tits sway with every deep thrust. My favorite kind of porn is threesomes. I love seeing some slut getting dicked at both ends, those studs throwing her around like a rag doll, or some girl getting pounded from behind as she buries her face in another tasty looking quim. I slowly finger myself, teasing my clit with gentle circles. As I start to reach my peak I plunge a few fingers as deep as I can shove them into my pussy. Sometimes when my husband is working late, I go into my closet for my toy box, a little overnight bag filled with all my favorite vibrators and dildos. The most exciting time was a time when I was almost caught by my husband in the act of self-pleasure. That was early on when I didn't want him to catch me, I had a vibrating butt plug shoved in my ass, and I monstrously large vibrating cock filling my pussy. I was strumming one nipple and shoving the dildo in and out of my dripping cunning. I never heard him drive up, because the TV was turned up too loud. I barely escaped into the bathroom as he crossed into the bedroom. I came as he knocked on the door asking me if I was all right. I had to bite back my scream as I weakly answered him, feigning illness. But I digress; thinking about masturbating, coming and Josh was doing nothing for me, as well as, nothing to relieve the undying heat of the day. And of course Josh was right, being August it was incredibly hot. And unfortunately my classroom sat on the south side of the building, which meant I had the sun blazing into my room all day long. I especially hated the afternoons; sometimes the sun would shine so brightly you couldn't see out the window from the inside. I had tried shades and curtains but they impeded the slight breeze the gently crept in through my open windows. During this time of year I usually wore the lightest of dresses, but because of the size of my breasts I always had to wear a bra. I didn't think I was that bad looking of a woman for being 41 and having a couple of kids. I considered myself a healthy girl, at 5'3" I was a pleasant 150lbs., and most of that was in my overly full 38D bust line that I could probably fit a DD but I liked the effect of the smaller cup size. I wasn't a skinny little waif, but I wasn't a sloppy fat broad either. I know I'm attractive, because men constantly flirt with me. But again, that was neither here nor there, because I knew I wasn't desperate enough to cross that line. As I finished writing my instructions on the board before school started Mr. Johnson, one of the assistant principals, stepped into my room. "Mrs. Carter," he began, "I just got word from the head office that we're going to have a student teacher join us for the semester. I was wondering if you'd allow the young lady to watch you teach and maybe later in the semester teach a few lessons." "Sure Tim," I replied, knowing that I wouldn't be teaching by Thanksgiving, "I'd be delighted to help out our future." I was as nice to Tim as I could be; I knew he was nothing but a lap dog and a pervert. Four years ago he asked me and two other teachers to accompany him to a convention at the capitol. It was an overnight and I was excited to be away from my husband. Anyway Tim got really drunk and ended up pawing me in the elevator on the way up to our separate rooms. I left him in the elevator, on his knees with a red welt on his face and a hard shot to the crotch. He almost apologized, but then the tried to blame the whole situation on me, I jumped up in his face and threaten to take his job. Ever since that confrontation Tim has been almost subservient to me, and I get a thrill from it. "Her name is Sara Gladstone," Tim continued, "She's a double major, Education and Biology. She'll be with us for the rest of the year, of course you'll be compensated for your extra effort." "Of course," I replied smugly knowing he was trying to kiss my ass, "does she have her own schedule or is it up to me?" "I think," he anxiously continued, "she has her own schedule, but check with her when she gets here Monday morning." The weekend was a bit exciting; I drove 30 miles to a new adult movie house that had just opened up the week before. I dressed in my porn shopping outfit, a short loose skirt, light colored button shirt, sex dark bra, no panties and dark sunglasses. I tied my hair back with a matching hanky so you couldn't tell its color. I had to use my car vibrator on the way home I was so wet and horny. I bought 2 new DVD's and another silver bullet, I go through a silver bullet a month I use it so much. The movie house was interesting, they had peep booths, a fantasy I've always wanted to explore, but today wasn't the day. Other than that little bit of excitement my weekend was fairly normal. I was looking forward to Monday and I was a bit excited about the prospect of having a student teacher. I've had student teachers in the past and always enjoyed watching them bloom as independent teachers, little did I know this one was going to turn my world upside down. I arrived a little early Monday morning and stopped by the office to see if my student teacher had arrived. Tim informed me I wouldn't see her until at least 3rd period, my planning period, because of all the paperwork and orientation she would need to complete before being turned loose in the school. A bit disappointed I continued to my class and readied myself for the day. Shortly after third period began, I was at my desk grading papers when there was a knock at my door. "Come in," I yelled. The door opened and time seemed to stand still. In walked one of the most beautiful creatures I'd ever laid eyes on. She was about 5'5" with long dark hair, deep dark eyes, and pouty little mouth. She had a gorgeous hourglass shape, full breasts and hips; she was dressed in a very classic look, mid-calf skirt, button shirt and a dark pair of flats. I almost started drooling as she walked towards my desk, I watched as her hair and boobs swayed opposite of her hips. "Mrs. Carter," she said breaking my trance. "Yes...Sara is it," I asked as I stood up from my desk. "Yes, I'm Sara," she responded, extending her hand. I gladly shook her hand, feeling her softness, her strength. As I shook her hand I wondered when the last time she touched herself, and then I had a self-realization; my panties were damp. I was horrified with myself, not because I was so quickly attracted to this sweet young thing, but because I was 20 years her senior. I had difficulty concentrating as we talked about schedules, and semester goals, as well as her role in the classroom and the transition from observer to teacher. I did my best not to let my voice quiver too much as I explained several key issues she would have to accomplish in order to teach an actual class. The longer I talked, and stared at this goddess of a woman, the wetter my cotton panties became, I finally had to excuse myself and I literally ran to the teachers lounge bathroom. I locked the door behind me and splashed a little water onto my face. I was trying to understand what was going on, as I looked in the mirror I could see my nipples were obviously erect; I hiked up my skirt and lowered my panties to pee. As I sat on the toilet I looked down at my panties, there was a visible wet spot. I tried but couldn't pee, I grabbed a little toilet paper to wipe myself, and as I pulled it across I brushed my painfully erect clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot through my body like I had never felt before. I wiped again, and a second jolt of erotic pleasure rocked my body. I dropped the paper in the toilet and gently brushed my clit with my bare fingers. The first thing I noticed was how wet I was, I could feel the wetness on my fingers, I couldn't remember another time when my pussy was so wet. I gently brushed my clit a second time and pushed myself over the top. I had to grab onto the handicap railing so I didn't fall off the toilet. The immense jolt of pleasure the racked my body seemed to tighten up every muscle in my body for a brief second and release them all in a flood of warmth and satisfaction. I took a brief moment collecting myself, as the bell rang signaling the end of third period. I pulled up my panties and straighten my skirt. I flushed the toilet and splashed cold water on my face again. I had a hard time looking at myself in the mirror because of the shame I felt for cumming at work, let alone a high school. When I returned to my class I found Sara surround by a group of senior boys and chaos all about the room. I asked Sara to sit in the back of the class and just observe for the rest of the day. I had trouble concentrating on my lesson plan, and teaching the rest of my classes. I had a very clear view of Sara's legs and was mesmerized every time she shifted in her seat, crossed and re-crossed her legs. I was more than relieved when the final bell rang; I was utterly exhausted from being so turned all day. Sara very cheerfully told me she was looking forward to the rest of the semester. We said our good-byes and I drug myself home. Once home I ran myself a hot bath. I stripped off my day's clothes and felt my panties, they were still plenty damp. I slipped myself in the tub and nodded off to sleep. I dreamt a fantastic of Sara. We were in my classroom and she was talking to me. I tried to hear what she was saying and couldn't. As she walked towards me she began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her full bra clad titties. As she dropped her shirt, she fondled the pink lace bra, caressing the fullness. Then she seemed to be floating as she unzipped her skirt, and dropped it into oblivion. She turned in mid air flashing the slight curve of each butt cheek exposed below her pink lacy boy shorts. I watched with anticipation as she unhooked the three hooks of her bra and let it fall into nothingness. She floated closer, turning towards me, our faces just inches away; she cradled her breast in each hand lifting them towards me. Her face inched closer to mine, our lips so close I could feel her breathe on my face. I heard her whisper ever so softly, "Love me." I reached out to kiss her, lips puckered, hands quivering, when the phone rang, waking me from my fantasy. With great disdain I reached for my cordless phone. "Hello," I angrily shot. "Honey," my husband answered with a slur, "get that ass of yours down here and come pick me up, I'm too drunk to drive." "Take a fucking cab," I yelled into the phone, "I don't know where here is and I'm in the tub." "Honey," he slurred again, "why don't you put on something hot and come on down here for a couple of drinks. We'll have some fun tonight." "Fine," I answered, knowing he wouldn't let up until I came and got him, "tell me where you're at and I'll come get you. I'm not drinking tonight I've got work tomorrow." "Oh, yeah," he continued to slur, "I'm at Tony's, come get me when you get ready, I'll be in the bar." "Yeah, sure," I snarled as I hung up. I tried to get back to my dream but just couldn't find it again. I got out of the tub and dressed to get my drunken husband, knowing good and well he would try to mount me in his ignorant drunk state. Maybe I'd let him, even drunk he was never a bad lay. Student Teacher Upon first sighting of Samantha Marbalene, Tony gave his initial rundown of her. This was routine with every girl he saw—whether he was looking at her to judge sexually or not. He liked to think of himself as a high-classed man, not a low-life scumbag who checks out every girl he sees. But for as long as he's known himself sexually, he cannot simply look at a woman and not her assets. He keeps his thoughts to himself, of course, but it doesn't stop him from thinking. Samantha took a seat in the front row of the lecture hall. She wore cutoff shorts, a low-scoop, black tank top, All-Star converse shoes, and had her short, blonde hair pulled back with a black headband. A glorious red flower pinned next to her temple. She was tanned with a faultless frame, sparkling deep blue eyes and a smooth face. There wasn't a doubt in Tony's mind that she was perfect. The tops of her mounds on her chest poked through her hugging top, her legs were long and muscular, luscious as she crossed them in her desk. A flat stomach hid beneath her clothes, and she had a single star tattoo on the top of her arm. Her eyes flickered up to his as she got out her notebook and set it on her desk. A flash of a breath-taking smile flitted at her lips before they went smooth and pursed again and she looked down. Tony took a deep breath to corral his thoughts, but immediately his mind went off on a thousand different erotic fantasies of her. How could she be sitting there so nonchalantly and not notice the dazzling beauty she brought with her? His first sighting of her sent a surge of desire through his body, that sizzled in his cock threatening to bulge out of his pants. Perhaps the most desirable part about her was that she was completely forbidden—off-limits in the most frustrating way. She was a student, maybe twenty years old at the oldest, and delicately innocent in this world. Tony hastily recomposed himself and stood at the head of the lecture room right on the hour. The large class of 300 students grew quiet and their eyes gazed on him. He felt like he'd done this routine a thousand times before—first day of classes—but having Samantha Marbalene sitting in a front row desk, watching him incessantly, made everything seem new. For a moment he was at a loss of words, especially as his eyes accidentally brushed over hers for a moment and the fantasies throttled his thoughts. He turned to the whiteboard and wrote out his name. "Professor Lipton," he announced. "No substitutes, please. I once had a student call me Iced Tea. Never again..." A couple of snickers broke out across the classroom. Tony couldn't help but notice Samantha smiling at his joke. A powerful wave of desire coursed through him again but his eyes wavered before it could take control of him. He paced the room with a marker behind his back. Tony was a well-loved professor at the university—known for making students feel at home and relaxed with his witty jokes and marvelous sense of humor. Usually, a biology lecture would be gravestone boring. But with him teaching it, a lightness floated about the room and students eagerly awaited his classes. He took pride in that. He liked his job. Every student filled out a sheet that outlined who they were and what they were majoring in. Most of the time, Tony wouldn't get around to reading half of them, but he knew he'd look up a particular one as soon as he had the time. He watched diligently from his podium as Samantha filled hers out and dropped it off on the front table before leaving elegantly through the back doors. Tony watched her round, perfect ass disappear through the doors. Once she was gone, he impatiently waited for the other students to leave, and as soon as he was alone, he sifted through the stack of papers until he found hers at the bottom of the pile. She had curly, neat handwriting that scribbled across the page in black ink. He folded the paper and tucked it into his bag. Tony hardly recognized this sort of behavior—rarely does a random girl catch his eye like that. And never to this sort of obsessive degree. He wondered whether he would start developing a fetish with crushing on his students, and he shivered at the thought. Regardless of his morals, he got back to his large apartment in downtown and took out Samantha Marbalene's paper from his bag. He watched the curve of her letters and he was instantly reminded of the curves of her body. A craving from deep inside his gut longed for her. He didn't understand why she had captured his attention so fully, but it was clear that he would do anything to have his way with her. And in reality that probably won't happen—she's a student. What sort of erotic fantasies about a student come true? Tony will soon find out...a lot. The first month of classes went by in a hazy blur. Tony concentrated on lecturing the students about principals of biology and evolution and before he knew it the next test was right around the corner. He assigned a five-page essay due the day of the test. And when home alone at night, Tony would think about Samantha Marbalene. She always sat in the front of the classroom with a luxurious wardrobe that thoroughly enhanced her beauty. She would smile occasionally but Samantha was a peculiarly quiet girl—she didn't converse much with the other students. And by the few questions she'd answered in class, Tony's concluded she's astoundingly intelligent. There's no doubt in his mind that she will ace the upcoming test. It only turned him on more to her. Hearing her voice on those rare occasions, seeing her diligently taking notes and paying attention to what he had to teach, and her profoundly beautiful body was translating into an animalistic craving for her Tony couldn't ignore. When he'd think about Samantha Marbalene alone at night, his cock would be stick stiff, throbbing to the point of surging pain, and even the most erotic and vigorous masturbation wouldn't completely satisfy him. He tried watching porn again to get his mind off of Samantha, but it wasn't the same as when he was younger. All he wanted, all her hungered for, was her and nobody else. The next day, Samantha didn't show up to class. It consumed him with disappointment and worry for her—she never ditched class. He trudged his way to his office in the next building and sat down at his computer, preparing to go through the hundreds of e-mails in his inbox. He was interrupted about ten minutes later by a knock on his door. He turned and there stood Samantha Marbalene, standing in the doorway to his office. He froze for a second before recomposing himself. She was as beautiful as ever, wearing a blue t-shirt that stopped halfway down her mid-drift and revealed a few inches of delicious tan waist. She also wore a short, frilly white skirt with a pair of sandals. Her eyes watched him, blinking innocently, with those sparkly blue eyes. "Hello Professor Lipton," she said in that rich voice, sounding like golden honey in the air. Tony found his mouth watering watching those pink-frosted lips move. "I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the upcoming test." Tony cleared his throat. "Of course, have a seat," he said, waving to the chair across his desk. Samantha smiled sweetly, tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she clutched at the strap of her bag over her shoulder and sat down on her pretty little ass. Damn, Tony wished he was that chair and he imagined how it'd feel to have those round, bony ass cheeks wiggling in his lap. His cock throbbed under the desk with the thought. "What can I help you with?" he asked. Samantha folded her hands in her lap and stared relentlessly at him. There was s light pink flush in her cheeks. "I didn't totally understand the stages of mitosis material you covered. You mentioned something about crossing over but I didn't catch what exactly that was. It's been bothering me." Tony just smiled to her and flipped through some folders until he found the printed PowerPoint slides describing and illustrating crossing over. He handed the packet to her and diligently went through each process. It wasn't so simple as teaching a lost student about the material, because it was Samantha. As Tony talked, he couldn't but notice she didn't once look down at the papers in front of them, she just watched him. When he finished, Samantha thanked him shyly and tucked the papers away into her bag. Tony leaned back in his chair but carefully hid the protruding tent in his pants from her view. "You're a really good student, Samantha," he said. "I missed you today in class." Samantha bit her lip endearingly with a sheepish smile and her cheeks turned pink. His dick was suddenly even harder, if that was even possible. "Oh...I was writing the essay." She nodded her head as she met his eyes. "I'm writing it on twins, actually." "Really?" he asked, raising his eyebrows impressively. "Why twins?" "I had one once," she said. Tony leaned forward again with interest. "But she died when we were infants. We were born connected, you know? The stages of mitosis got screwed up in the womb and we had the same skull fused together. My sister had to die in order for me to survive, or the other way around." She leaned forward and pulled back some of her shiny, short blonde hairs on her skull and revealed a bumpy pink scar along her scalp. Tony nodded with interest. "Fascinating," he concurred. "I can see why you'd want to write about it." He paused, eying her. "I brought it with me...I was wondering if you'd want to read it?" she asked. He nodded, fingering her to hand it over. "Of course, I'd be happy to," he said. Smiling eagerly, she dove into her bag and pulled out her essay, handing it over. He flipped it to the first page and read it all the way through as she waited patiently for him to finish. As he read the last sentence and looked up, she was smiling in a much-too-unfairly seductive way. His cock still throbbed with yearning in his pants and he began to feel a dribble of precum coat his underwear. Slowly, he set the papers down, just watching her. "It's very good," he said. Samantha smiled even brighter. "Thank you," she purred. She took her papers back and stood up to leave. "Anyway, I'll leave you be. Thanks again, Professor." She was at the doorway when Tony felt like a rubber band snap into his face. He didn't know why all of his morals suddenly flew out the window behind him but he called at her. "Samantha, wait!" She swung around, her eyes open and curious. "I'd like to talk with you," Tony said, waving to the chair again. Samantha closed the door and took a seat without question. "About what?" she wondered. "About you." He really couldn't believe he was being honest with her. Why was he dooming himself to revealing his true feelings? Samantha tilted her head and smiled innocently. "What about me?" "You're a very fascinating student," Tony supplied lamely. "I'd like to know more about you." "Okay...like what?" "Where are you from?" he started. "Ohio," she said. "Went to high school there and everything. Moved out here to study biology." "Good choice," he said. She giggled under her breath shyly. "Are you enjoying it here?" "Very much so." "Friends? Boyfriend?" Samantha chuckled with a pink flush in her cheeks. "I've made a few new friends, but no boyfriend, no. I don't think I'm the boyfriend type, actually. Too busy and all that." Tony grinned triumphantly and he hoped it didn't come off that way. If it did, Samantha didn't notice and her innocent expression didn't change. He tried to come up with another question but he found himself just laughing without anything to say. "What?" she asked with a giggle. "Uh..." He rubbed his forehead with his hand. "Samantha, I..." Both went quiet for a while and he chuckled a few more times. "I'm very attracted to you," he admitted. Samantha giggled once before her expression turned to one of a surprise. But it wasn't a disgusted surprise, she actually raised her eyebrows with a sly smile. "What?" she asked again. "Uh..." "You're attracted to me?" she repeated. Tony sighed and nodded, meeting her eyes as he swung back his hair. "Yes. Very," he said. Samantha held a placid expression for a while until it exploded into a very sexy, intrigued curiosity. Her eyes flickered over him as she was gaining bravery with that knowledge. He couldn't move. He expected her to feel uncomfortable and excuse herself from the suddenly tense room, but she did the opposite. She leaned in closer to him, still smiling. "Well, I think you're hot," she said softly, seductively. Her eyes flickered downwards until they met his fascinated eyes again. "All the girls who take your class fantasize about you. Even me. I mean, you're young and you're attractive..." Tony thought Samantha was innocent. He found out he was sadly mistaken of that fact. "I'm easily ten years older than you are," Tony blurted. Samantha looked sideways at him with fake hurt. "I just turned twenty, thank you very much." Tony looked upwards with a smile and nodded his head from side to side in thought. "Alright, eight then," he admitted. Samantha giggled as she stood up from her chair. She checked to make sure the door was shut and there were no windows (none besides the one that faced the wall of trees and bushes outside) before she strode over to his side of the desk. As soon as she rounded the corner her eyes glanced to his bulge and fixated there as she licked her lips "Just say no if you want me to stop," she murmured softly as she approached him. He said nothing so she continued. "I'm really wet..." She stuck her hand down the front of her skirt, into her panties, and when she pulled it back out her fingers were glistening with her abundant juices. Tony nearly came right then and an animalistic growl escaped from his throat. He couldn't help himself and reached forward and grabbed her thighs, pulling her on top of him on the chair. To finally feel her skin, to feel her on top of him, his hands on her precious body, Tony felt a distinct tightening in his balls that fired a full erection in his pants. Samantha's pink lips found his and she played with him sensually before he parted her mouth and explored her tongue with his own. She tasted sweet like honey. A little tangy, too, like his favorite fruit. She moaned delicately and his hands clutched her waist before pulling up her shirt and releasing her breasts from her bra. Her shirt and bra fell to the floor and her breasts dangled loosely in front of him. She clutched at his hair as he leaned forward and sucked one pointed coral nipple into his mouth and played with the hardened tip with his tongue. She gasped with delight as he bit playfully and continued to flick with his tongue. He released her breast and found her mouth again as he settled her on top of his desk. Breathing hard with arousal, they both scrambled impatiently to get the objects on the table out of the way. A box of pencils fell to the floor and scattered right as Tony reached under her skirt and rubbed against her amazingly soaked silk panties. Samantha threw her head back with a cry as he stroked faster. He pulled her panties down to her ankles and touched her sweet, wet folds of her pussy with his hands. He opened her lips and rubbed delicately at her red, beaded clit with his index finger. As he flicked and tapped in circles her cries grew increasingly louder with an approaching climax. "Put your fingers in there," she asked, her voice coarse with desire and lust. She grabbed one of his hands and put his fingers in his mouth. She moaned as he lubed one of his fingers with his spit and carefully penetrated her tight, clenching pussy hole. It was so hot and moist and alive in there and he longed to have his cock penetrate that cave and have her muscles milk around his shaft. He slid his finger in and out of her, slowly and first and then he increased speed and Samantha writhed on the desktop, gasping in pleasure as her pussy muscles continued to take him in and clench around his fingers. He found her clit with his tongue and flicked a few times before taking it between his lips and licked incessantly, unleashing a torrent of pleasure to her. Her body shook with her orgasm as her strangled cries pierced the room. Her hands knotted into his hair and pressed his face closer to her as he continued to lick her pussy and finger fuck her. "Tony!" she cried. He was surprised she used his first name. Had she rehearsed this? "Oh, Tony!" Her muscles tightened in her pleasure around his fingers and her hips rocked erotically against his face as her orgasm continued for another moment or so. Her pussy tasted sweeter than her mouth as her juices dribbled out around his fingers and around his tongue. She breathed heavy, shaky breaths in the aftermath of her orgasm and he removed his fingers and surfaced his face. He needed to be inside her—he longed for his achingly throbbing cock to feel what his fingers felt. She shimmied out of her skirt and tossed it aside as Tony slid his pants down his legs and finally unleashed his stiff cock to fresh air. It twitched with the new room it had to expand and grow even larger. Samantha watched it with interest as he rubbed it once with his hands before he aimed it towards her eagle-spread legs and pressed his precum-coated head into the sensitive entrance of her pussy. He pushed his way inside her extremely tight hole and she moaned in pleasure at each stroke. Her muscles clenched at him and he groaned loudly as he began to thrust lightly in his lusty hunger. Her pussy expanded and tightened as he thrust and the wildly hot and moist cave had his balls squeezing tighter and tighter and a growing heat began at the back of his spine. Samantha looked up at him with her eyes wide with lust and her mouth open in a moan and surprise as his balls and thighs slapped against her ass. He increased the speed of his thrusts and Samantha's mouth fell open in ecstasy and she came hard, her body thrashing as fantastically as her pussy muscles around his cock. "Ohhh, Samantha," Tony groaned under his breath. "God, Samantha...so fucking beautiful." She squeaked wordlessly in response. Tony felt his release spurt inside her, again and again, as his seed burst up into her pussy and she milked him with her orgasm. The heat from his spine shot forward through his cock with his last stream of spunk into her crevice. He groaned in release as she moaned softly, shaking in her aftermath. He removed his cock of her hole and it was covered in cum and a few streams of it dribbled out of her hole and down her ass and pooled on his desk. It was fucking hot. He rubbed his softening cock as his balls loosened again and his penis lost its stiffness. Samantha got up from the desk and bent over, exposing her white, luscious tushy to him. He grabbed those incredible soft ass cheeks and licked at the entrance to her anus. She moaned and her knees quivered as he teased her with his tongue. He inserted a finger into her pussy and lubed it with cum and then rubbed it all along the opening to her asshole. The rose-shaped muscles of her sphincter loosened and he gently poked his wet finger into her hole up to the first joint. He poked her, in and out, until she loosened completely and she was gasping in content, pleasure, and arousal. She began to shake, her thighs twitching. Tony's cock hardened again within a moment and eagerly he stood up and eased his dickhead around the opening of her anus and tickled her sphincter. She moaned a whine as she reached back and stroked his cock once with her hand and then guided him towards her anus and had him penetrate her. "Fuck me there," she pleaded. "Fuck my ass." He pushed his way inside and started to slide against the walls of her ass. She gasped in pain and pleasure and slowly her muscles relaxed and she was groaning energetically with each of his thrusts. Feeling her white-hot muscles around his cock was heaven, the smooth interior of her ass sucking at him and giving as he shoved deeper each time. Student Teacher He felt his heated orgasm burst through his shaft and expel into her ass as she began to tremble delicately and whine with pleasure. He grunted loudly with his final spurt of release and then he eased back out of her asshole. As he stepped away, Samantha locked his eyes over her shoulder as she bent her knees and crouched sexily in midair. With a moan, suddenly streams of his white, stringy cum came shooting back out of her asshole and dribbled onto the floor. She gasped with the effort and with delight as a few drips of it caressed her ass cheeks and her pussy folds. She rubbed herself with her hand, stroking her pussy with her feminine, long fingers as she leaned her upper body against his desk. She closed her eyes with content as she stuck two fingers into her pussy and teased her clit, slapping against it and flicking it circles. Soon, she was crying out with arousal and a moment later she came. Her body, ass, thighs, and knees trembled as her pussy throbbed and clenched in her hot orgasm. She gasped in breaths, struggling to gain control of her own body. She calmed. Samantha turned around to stand in front of him and Tony noticed her pink nipples were hard and aroused, goosebumps riding along the flesh of her breasts. She smiled seductively and kissed him on the lips, sucking his tongue into her mouth. He explored greedily and locked his hands into her hair, pressing her body against his. Her heat was incredible, her passion wildly unexpected. The last thing he figured of Samantha Marbalene was being a goddess of erotic adventures. She stepped away from him one step and got to her knees, her face in his crotch. He stroked his stiffening cock back into action and soon she replaced his hands. Within seconds, her mouth encompassed his head and then slowly her wet, hot mouth took his shaft as her hands worked the rest. She swirled her tongue around the underside and teased his erogenous zone with torturous accuracy. When she slipped her flexible point of her tongue into his dickhole, Tony cried out in ecstasy and locked her head in place. She worked her magic of beginning to pump him into her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her heavenly throat each time. After a spectacular minute, she sucked on him once before extracting him from her mouth and she rubbed him lovingly with her hand. She grinned up at him, her eyes hungry and excited. "You're so big," she crooned. "How'd it ever fit inside of me?" Tony would never get tired of hearing a girl call him large. He knew he was a decent size, but pleasing a girl with it sent a surge of pride through his manhood and his cock twitched happily accordingly. She watched it, intrigued, before her mouth wrapped around him again and pumped. This time she didn't stop until his balls tightened like taught balloons and his penis was twitching and pulsing uncontrollably in his close release. He locked her head in place as he rocked his hips shakily and he began to come. There were little spurts at first but he felt a rising heat in his crotch that soon jetted out in massive amounts of semen, flooding her mouth and dripping down the corners of her lips. She swallowed hastily, eating his cum. With his last grunts of enthusiasm, Tony stepped away and his cock slipped from her mouth and slowly grew limp again. Samantha licked her mouth and his cock clean before standing back up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes were forebodingly serious as she stepped underneath him and transfixed his eyes with hers. She slipped her hand between her pussy folds and got it covered in wetness, before she brought it to her nose and she inhaled. And then she brought it to his lips and he gratefully took her juice-soaked fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. Her fingers hooked onto his cheek. "Our little secret," she whispered. He removed her fingers and grasped her face before kissing her veraciously. "Teacher's pet," he accused around her lips. She giggled. "Proud of it," she sang. Samantha gathered up her clothes and once dressed and orderly, she picked up her thrown bag and slung it easily over her shoulder. Tony had put his own clothes back on, reluctantly, and did a hasty cleaning of his office. He wiped down the floor and his desk with Kleenex and picked up the pencils from the scattered escape. Once everything was back into order, Samantha smiled over her shoulder as she headed out of his office. She blew a kiss to him before she opened the door and stalled there. "Thank you for your lesson, Professor," she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes with pretend innocence. Tony grinned and saluted her with his hand. "Truly, any time," he agreed. Samantha winked at him. "I'll be back very soon." "Look forward to it." She disappeared down the hallway and he waited until her steps completely disappeared. And then he started to breathe normally again. Tony swung around in his chair with a grin plastered on his face. Oh, Samantha Marbalene! What a divine creature of fantasy. Today, out of all days, he could say with the most emphasis that Tony loved his job. Student/Teacher Jade: Walking into his office, he's sitting at his desk with his glasses sitting on his nose as he was grading a student's paper. I could imagine myself being sprawled out on that desk with those papers surrounding us as he made sweet love to me. My boots making a clicking noise on his floor make him look up. He lets out an exasperated sigh that almost made me stop in my tracks. I continue to his desk. I stand there looking at his face, into those baby blues that make me weak in the knees. I want him to claim me himself, but he's holding back and so it's up to me. I have to throw open the door and let him know. I lean forward with my hands supporting me. I know that he can see down into my shirt, that's why I kept the top buttons undone. His eyes rake over me turning a darker shade of blue as lust begins to take him over. I bite my lip as our eyes meet. He pushes away from his desk and comes to me. I turn around and come face to face or face to chest with him. His 6'2 frame towering over my 5'7 frame. He leans forward trapping me against his desk. The sexual tension rolling off of him in waves. His breath fanning against my face, making the butterflies do somersaults in my stomach. My mind can't help but wonder what he looks like underneath this shirt. Does he feel as lean as he looks? The intensity pounding around us making my breathing shallow as the anticipation grows. I lean closer to his face needing him to make the first move. The need growing in me as I let the words that have been on the tip of my tongue for months roll off. "I want you." Charlie: The moment those words left her mouth I capture her lips in mine. The kiss was slow and searching, but I couldn't hold back anymore when she wrapped her arms around my neck. A growl erupts from my throat as I grab her hips and bring her closer. I suck her bottom lip in my mouth eliciting a moan from her. I took the chance to dart my tongue inside her mouth to emboss to memory her taste. As I taste her I unbutton her flannel shirt to see the big beautiful mounds that lay beneath it. My hands skim over her lacey bra feeling her nipples harden at the simple touch. My hands skim up to her neck to control more of the kiss when all of a sudden there are loud knocks on my office door. I pull back from the kiss to see her brown eyes half closed as if she was intoxicated. Going in to kiss her again, the knocks become louder. I yelled out "Who is it?" "who do you think?" a shrill voice yelled back to me. It made me step back from Jade abruptly. "You have to get in the closet." Jade looked at me with confusion "Who is that?" I bite my lip trying to think of something when the voice yells to be let in. I look at her and I know I can't lie to her with an annoyed sigh I began to push her into my book storage. "That's my wife" She stops in her tracks with bewilderment on her face and I couldn't deal with her and Ivy at the same time "Long story but please get in there. Please." My eyes pleading with her to get in the storage. With a she goes in and I close the door hoping that Jade will just stay quiet. Jade: I am in a dark closet with dusty books all because his wife. HIS WIFE, showed up. I rub my hands over my face trying to figure out how I got here. From the first meeting at a game six months ago to here with me in a closet. I start to think about being trapped in this closet to how R. Kelly was trapped in a closet which made me turn my phone down and off. I can't believe, I'm in here with the man im in love with out there with his wife. My head hurts trying to piece it all together when a breeze hits my bare stomach. I close up my shirt when I hear him shout something, I tentatively put my ear to the door to listen to the argument ensuing. Charlie: "Ivy I don't wanna talk to you, ok let the lawyers handle this." Ivy (I'm assuming): "Char, please I wasn't thinking I-..." Charlie: "No, I'm done with this. Now leave... Ivy: she huffs loudly "I didn't come here for this, I was just making sure we were still good on our deal." Charlie: "Yes we are. Now leave I'll see you Monday. Also, if you do this again the deal is over I will make sure you get nothing. Ivy: "Char..." Charlie: "STOP, now go." I could hear footsteps receding from where they stood. I pressed my ear a little harder to hear when I heard someone walking towards the door, not sure who it was I grabbed the first book I saw and pretended to read it. The door swung open, I looked up with a lie sitting on my tongue when I realized it was him. Charlie: There she stood with a startled look that quickly turned into one of a heated gaze. I reach out to hold her, but she slaps my hands away and takes a step back from me. I step in the closet, closing the door behind me. Darkness encasing us but I can feel her. Her heat surrounding me, making my heart clench with agony of missing her touch. I reach up and pull the light string that dangles between us. "Jade..." "Your wife was just here. A whole wife. Please, Charlie whatever words fall from your lips let it be the truth." "Yes, she is my wife but not for long, on Monday we are signing the papers." She mumbles I know, which makes me smile because I knew she would be listening. I step forward to her and she doesn't step away from me. I wrap an arm around her waist and tip her head to look at me. I lick my lips at the sight of her melting into my touch. I trace her jaw down to her neck, feeling each curve and pulse emitting from her. "Charlie why didn't you say something. We almost did it on your desk where no doubt she's probably been." I grab her chin and jerk her face to force her to look in my eyes. Anguish wafts through me at the thought that she thinks she doesn't mean much to me. "Jade, you are the only person who has been in here with me, like this. Is you, only you." I bite my lip at the remembrance of her lips. I ghost a kiss on her lips top tease her. Seeing her like this I confess to her whats been on my mind. "You know I was going to stop seeing you. When you walked into my office I was all ready to tell you I couldn't see you anymore, but then you leant forward *unbutton a button*, showing me *another button* these beautiful supple looking breast *leaning forward, mere inches from her face* and I just had to know *ghosting another kiss* what you taste like." The crashing of my lips on hers made me push her against the bookshelf. Her hands flew to my hair twisting and tugging while I run my hands over her breast. Jade: As he caresses me I can't help the whimpers that leave my mouth. His touch ignites a fire over me, burning me in the sweetest of ways. I tug on his hair to bring him closer to me. I want him, need him to be closer to me. He slips my shirt off of me. I reach for the hem of his shirt which he wordlessly takes off. When he does it gives me a chance to admire him. His toned stomach, caramel skin flushed, and the way his arms flex as he does the movements of taking his shirt off. With our shirts cast to the side I unbutton my pants which he takes over. He kisses me a final time before moving to my neck. He found my spot easily and began to darken the skin. Nipping and biting making me moaning mess in front of him. When he felt the mark was enough he moved on. Kissing down my stomach, stopping at the top of my jeans. He kissed me there and pulled my pants down. He threw them where our shirts lay. Standing there in my matching bra set, I felt vulnerable as if he could me and through me. He picked up one my legs and placed it on his shoulder. He trailed light kisses to my most sensitive place. He moved my panties to the side and blew. My knees shake at the impending pleasure I was sure to endure. Quaking as his tongue finally touched me. Breathlessly "Charlie." It was like a switch turned on in him. He became relentless. Teasing me, sucking me, diving in and out of me. I couldn't hold back anymore. I intertwined my hands into his hair to grind on his face. My climax coming in fast and I couldn't hold it. "Cha- ahhh yes, im so close. Oh god yes im... im" And then he stopped right there, I was so close and he stopped. He came up and un-did his pants. With them being discarded to where our shirts lay he picked me up. My legs wrap around him as he positioned himself at my entrance. He kisses me as he slams me onto him. I moaned into his mouth enjoy the full feeling of him inside of me. It started slow and methodic. My nails clawed at his back at the sensation settling in the pits of my stomach. His lips moved from mine to my neck. He bit me and that made me want to go faster. I cried out for more. He set me down and turned me around. With my hands braced on the bookshelves he reentered me. He slams in and out of me. The feeling of lust washing over me, clenching around him. He snaked and arm around my front and began to rub me. He pulled my back to him and he whispered in my ear "Jade, let go." And with those words I came undone around him. *** Okay so I know that there may be some errors but I tried to make it all present tense. Also if you like this then you might like my other story. Thanks for reading, leave comments and positive criticism is always welcome. xo- D