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Teacher Allie Ch. 01

By: TimRailing



It was day one back within the walls of what I had once considered solitary confinement. The school had always been filled with students yet I'd always felt it to be a lonesome place. It had felt like there was a conspiracy to ignore me. Being ignored can feel like not existing. Four years later there I was, in charge. I stood in the front of a classroom I had sat in as a student and stared at the empty seats. My seat had been in the second row, on the left.

I worked for four years to get through college to start this part of my life, the part where I return to fill a gap in me that high school had left entirely vacant. This time, I'd be noticed. I made it to the front of the classroom. Would that be all it would take? I'd dressed like my roommate had taught me in college. Maybe standing here, with my curves showing, would be enough to finally get eyes on me.

I had expected to feel confident but I felt nervous. I remembered what it had been like to sit in those seats. My parents were professors at St. Mary's and had taught me to dress conservatively, in ways that hid the curves of my body. They had taught me to dull the features of my beautiful face with makeup fit for a grandmother and by wrapping my hair into a bun every morning. To assure my virginity they had ensured that my braces not come up until high school was over. It worked. All it takes to turn a radiant smile into an awkward, nerdy one is the tiniest bit of metal. I found my way to science club instead of friends houses.

Bullied would be too harsh a word to describe my experience, more like unnoticed or, maybe sometimes, ignored. They I knew that now they would notice me, standing as the focal point of the room with clothes that displayed every curve. The key to having big breasts is finding shirts that hug your stomach. Otherwise, you just look fat. This shirt hugged my torso so well that you could see the outline of my bra. Where the shirt ended, my pants took over. They framed my ass and thighs and I'd make sure to wear a material that'd show the outline of my tiny thong. Looking the part is half the battle.

In my last moments of quiet reflection I could only continually mull over one thought: What would it be like? Would they see right through me, into the insecure girl that's still desperately seeking approval? Would they again ignore me and not even look up from their books and cell phones?

The bell rang and the students piled in. First in were a few girls that were almost spitting images of my earlier self. They looked studious and responsible, the type to always be on time. They had dorky glasses and ugly shoes, which is how I usually sum up my youth. They may not have had the interest of a single guy in the school, or the athletic ability to illicit cheers in field hockey matches, but they had their six figure incomes to look forward to as doctors and lawyers and accountants. Unless, seeking to heal an old wound, they became teachers and returned to their hometown to teach.

Next a few guys walked in, short, undeveloped, gangly, pale. They were future programmers of the world, I assume. More piled in now, the kids smart enough to not be first to show up. These students had friends at their sides, laughing and chatting. Then a few pretty girls walked in and my heart dropped. They were everything I remembered them as.

When I had been a Daddy's girl, those glamorous bimbos had already learned social common sense and knew how to make men bend to their will. As seniors in high school they were the ones that dated the quarter and running backs on the varsity team or even older guys out of college. Yeah, they slept in their parent's houses and still had to bend to their parent's rules, but when they were out in the world they could easily be mistaken as adults. They had beautiful, adult faces, full busts, high heels, and short skirts showing off their legs. I cursed my younger self for being so oblivious at that age. I was smarter now though, I knew what they knew, and more.

My brown hair was down, showing off my natural waves. For years now I'd kept my hair long, reaching almost to my breasts... almost. I made sure to not cover what I'd learned to be my best physical asset. My top was summery and left little to the imagination. A tight V-neck shirt with very short sleeves, it let as much show as I thought I could get away with. I'd tried on four different bras until settling with the one that pushed my C cup breasts up to fill the V as much as possible while still leaving a small gap between my breasts for eyes to follow their curves into the recesses of my shirt.

My knee length skirt was tight as well but I'd bought this particular one for its form fitting material that allowed my full, heart shaped ass to be fully admired. I'd also tried on four pairs of heels until finding the pair that pushed my ass up to its fullest. I knew the guys were too young to understand what heels could do for an ass and was going to use it to my advantage. I'd be noticed today. They couldn't ignore the curvy images I was offering them, could they?

Then it happened. A relic of my past walked in, a faceless symbol of what had laid out of my grasp. A marble statue of masculine athleticism walked through the door and into the back of the room. Then the tall tall, chiseled, hunk of stone took his seat in the back right of the class and my knees nearly gave out. He was followed by several buddies all of whom were of better than average looks but still, inferior. They looked years older than the pale, skinny male classmates that had piled in minutes ago. I returned my gaze to the chiseling work of art sitting in the corner. This is it, I thought to myself. This is what you've been needing for all these years.

The boys smiled and said their hellos to the pretty girls, that were now sitting in the back corner. The classicly handsome young man was dazzling the mares with a timless grin and heroic eyes. I stood unnoticed. The guys didn't even look forward, they were all smiling, laughing, flirting. It was just as terrible as I remembered. The seats were all filled and I wasn't going to be a wallflower. I walked over to the door and slammed it shut. The resulting boom even caught me off guard. Turning back toward the class, all eyes were on me. I immediately scanned the back of the room and noticed a few wide-eyed looks of interest and shock. Good, this is a good start.

I walked back to the center, put my clipboard on the center of my desk and leaned over to "view" the list. No harm in playing dirty. Leaning over a little further, I began taking attendance. I knew my tits were in full view and that the nerdy guys and girls who had arrived first and taken the front seats were going to get the privilege of being very familiar with my breasts over the semester. Hopefully they were in full view from the back corner as well.

"Good morning. I'm your history teacher, Mrs. Fuller. We'll go through all of the formalities in a few minutes but for now lets start with attendance. Bethany Bouchard."

"Here," a young, quiet voice answered after a moment's hesitation. My eyes shot up and scanned for the voice. A young redhead, sitting five feet away in the front row, her eyes firmly on my exposed breasts and her mouth slightly open. I'm up here sweetheart.

"Stacey Balkner"

"I'm Here." This tone I recognized. It was that of a confident, good-looking girl who knew how to add sex even to her voice. I looked up, noted the pretty face in the back left corner and put a check next to the name.

"Kailyn Palowski."

"Here". I followed the voice to the back left. Blond with waves like mine, big puppy eyes, an average face and wearing what looked like an innocent, long summer dress... except that the top was a V and her large breasts, I guessed Ds, were hardly contained. The spaghetti straps left her shoulders as bare as the tops of her breasts. Her skin was bronze. I'm sure she'd spent almost everyday at the beach. Maybe even a few nights getting fucked in the backseat of her boyfriend's car.

Finally I let my eyes look back to where the athletic guys were sitting. Their eyes were on my breasts. Every one of them was staring straight down my shirt. A few quickly tried to avert their gazes when they noticed I was looking in their direction.

I went through the rest of my roll call, which revealed that the statue of David was actually named Joseph, but he preferd Joe.

After going through the first day formalities I started the lesson. The class was "Twentieth Century War" and so we'd be starting by talking about a few of the world leaders in the early 1900s. I taught a lesson on Winston Churchill. It went far better than I had expected. No one appeared to learn anything about Churchill but my ass and tits received lots of interest.

I thought my well thought out methods for display would pay off but I was surprised by the size of the dividends. I noticed the boys were doing lots of seat shifting, waistband fidgeting, and a few still couldn't hide their hard cocks. Almost every guy in the class seemed entirely unable to do anything but stare and awkwardly glance away when I caught them.

I had a few of the pale, nerdy kids go into the closet and get the textbooks. We all read through the first chapter together and then I passed out a quick recap worksheet for them to do. I decided to have my first bit of fun. As everyone had their heads down doing their work, I walked around the room checking everyone's progress.

I had to cut off a few side conversations but atleast pretending to be trying. As I walked past the group of guys in the back right I brushed one of their desks, knocking over a half full water bottle. It rolled toward the wall. "Sorry I said softly" and walked over to pick it up. I bent over slowly, making sure to push my butt out as far as possible. When I stood back up and turned around, every guy in the corner awkwardly looked away. I guess they enjoy a good view.

It's funny how little work young men can do once you prime their minds with sex. In college I'd learned a lot about men. Once you start teasing them, the sex switch flips on and their minds obsess over it. I went on dates where the conversation was great. Some of the guys were genuinely smart and interesting. Invariably though, if I unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt, their side of the conversation would slow. If, as we walked, I ran my hand along their thigh and close to their crotch, elaborate answers turned into one sentence respones that showed no sign of intelligent life.

I wondered how dirty their young minds were. Were they picturing what I'd look like naked? Worse? Picturing fucking me? I could judge them for day dreaming what I knew was either one dirty thought or another. But, the truth was, I could feel the heat in between my legs.

I went back to my desk and pretended to read the next chapter. Instead, my mind raced. It seemed wrong to be so aroused from the attention. Still, I couldn't deny my racing heart or the wetness between my thighs. Curiosities were plaguing my sanity. What did Joe look like shirtless? Did he have a ripped chest... a huge cock? Or was he just a normal guy? A part of me wished I was alone, in bed, with my vibrator. I looked at Joe and studied his gorgeous features. A part of me felt like this whole thing was a mistake. My eyes dropped to the pen in front of me and I began to fidget.

Jesus, you need to get it together, I told myself. On my first day I was daydreaming about sex and was so horny I couldn't wait to masturbate when I got home! What had I got myself into?! A year of flirting with temptation couldn't be a good idea. This was going to be a yearlong act of playing with fire. Ugh, my poor vibrator, I'll be going through batteries on a weekly basis.

I was too nervous to sit still. I popped up from my seat and began to walk up and down the rows. The students were finishing their worksheets. Between the desks what should have been walking space was littered with bags and purses. I paced the aisles, careful not to trip, while trying to judge if any of the jocks were still sporting hard-ons. A voice in my head that I'd been ignoring tried to tell me that all these thoughts were messed up.

Maybe... I should quit. This might have been a mistake, to let myself drool over tall, athletic guys all day. I could teach 1st grade and the kids would say funny things and draw stick figures. No temptation, no chance of getting myself into trouble. For a few minutes, that thought was a real possibility. I circled the class a few times and promised myself I'd think on it seriously after I got home. Of course, that never happened.

I gave them a few more minutes to finish their work, then collected the assignment. Glancing at the papers and the answers given, clearly none of the kids in the back rows were capable of scanning their textbook for blatant answers. Reading independently had never been a pretty person's skillset, this I already knew. Adapting, I had the students take turns reading the second chapter aloud. Listening to jocks butcher a name or place every few sentences brought back vivid memories of high school. I looked to the nerds in the front row and watched them wince in response to hearing common names in history sounded out syllable by syllable. I'd sat there four years ago and made the same faces.

Quietly, I thanked my parents for bringing me up to be oblivious of my own beauty. I was a hypocrite for thinking it. I'd cursed them a thousand times for tying cinderblocks to the feet of my social life and pushing me into shark infested waters. I'd always assumed they'd done it because they were traditional people, naive to the ways of the real world. Maybe, though, they purposefully stuck me in ugly clothes and thicker glasses than I needed.

The blonde now reading about London in 1944 closely resembled what I imagine an eastern block hooker to look like. As she read, I surveyed the class and by that, I mean Joe. He'd been stealing glances at me the whole class but now he appeared to be staring directly at my tits. Given the deep V cut and the form-fitting shirt, I felt a bit naked beneath his gaze. Before the eastern block hooker could finish her poetic reading, the bell rang.

The students began packing up. "Can a few students please volunteer to put the books back in the closet?"

Joe answered for them, "sure, no problem". He tapped two of his buddies on the shoulders. The three of them started walked around picking up the books. I stacked a few and brought them into the walk-in closet. I was halted by my shirt catching on the door handle as I walked in. Balancing the books with one hand, I unhooked my shirt from the handle, check my shirt wasn't ripped, then proceeded into the closet. As I put them away, Joe's two friends came in, and I pointed to the appropriate shelves. They dropped the books in the wrong place and left. Joe came in with the last pile.

As he walked past me his eyes went straight down my shirt. I pointed to an open space on the shelf and he set the books down on a different shelf. He was starring at my tits without the smallest attempt to hide his gaze. I looked down only to the shock that the door handle had pulled my shirt completely out of place. The V was now inches low and stretched open. My hands shot up toward my chest to fix it, then I grinned to myself. I left it as it was.

I slid past him to get his books and place them in the right spot, letting my bare breasts brush against him as I did so. Then I turned around and grabbed his friend's books. As I tried to back up past him, I 'accidentally' backed into him. I had better aim than I knew and my butt went right into his crotch!

"Whoops!" I let out as I teetered backward. As my body collided with his, his cock pressed into my ass cheeks. I was shocked to feel a rock hard dick suddenly right against me. As we collided, he grabbed my hips to steady me. Then there was a pause. That pause would ultimately change everything. His hard dick was pressing hard into my curvy butt and I didn't pull away and neither did he. Maybe he was thinking. Maybe trying to resist his urges. If I had been thinking 'oh, this isn't right, you've got to stop it', my life would be quite different. Instead my eyes closed and enjoyed his strong hands on my hips and my only thought was 'oh my god, his cock is gigantic.' Then the short moment was over.

Then it happened, a slight hump. His instincts were kicking in, however slight, I could feel his hips pushing into me harder and his grip strengthening. Then he stopped... another pause. My mind was racing, What is he doing, did he just hump me?! I could hear his get deeper. His grip on my hips tightened... my heart rate doubled. Then another slight hump. The fabric of his jeans slid, every so slightly, against my cotton skirt, his hard shaft sliding a few inches up my bottom and back down. Oh my god, I want it. Oh my god, I can't believe this, I want him to fuck me!! His grip on my hips tightened more and he was pulling me into him hard.

There wasn't a lot of clear thought in that closet. Neither of us said a word. We were both breathing deeply. Both not resisting what we wanted. I could feel my arousal from my head to my toes. I knew he wanted me, wanted me bent over. I wanted me bent over. I wanted him to fuck me with complete abandon. Please take control... no one's going to come in, we've got time. Please fuck me, I thought. It seemed worth the risk.

Without actually consciously deciding to, I started grinding my ass back into his crotch. I could feel every inch, every centimeter of his long penis pushing into the cushion of my round ass. That was all it took. His hands slip around my body from my hips to my tits. His palms over the fabric but the tips of his fingers falling into the V of my shirt and finding the bare curves of my natural breasts. His body was completely against mine. His shaft now vertical, pushing in between my ass. He clutched my breasts in his hands and it felt like arms of metal had wrapped around my body. He squeezed me, groped me, explored me. My mind clouded with ecstasy, my body tingled with arousal. It was the closest I've ever come to cumming without so much as touching my pussy.

He slip his hands back around to my backside. Then my eyes shot open. His hands were at the clasp of my skirt!! Oh my god. Jesus, he's going to fuck me! I was shocked, wanting it with every fiber of my mind and body. I wanted him to undress me and feel each curve. I felt the waistband loosen and suddenly my skirt slid down my thighs and pooled around my ankles.

Rough hands fell upon my ample ass cheeks and took full handfuls. He grabbed them, kneaded them, and then pulled up so hard that it brought my to my tip tops. He started humping again but this time he'd found my pussy. His jeans pushed up, between my legs. 'Why the fuck is he teasing me!! Fuck me!!' Irrational, crazed thoughts were all I had. He lowered his bulge from my pussy, then raised it back up even harder. The denim rubbing against my warm pussy pushed me to the edge. My muscles contracted and loosened, contracted and loosened. I wanted to cum but with his dick in me.

His fingers continued grabbing at my butt. Each grab seemed to take more and more of my ass into his palms. The tips of his fingers seemed to get closer and closer to the entrance to my. Every inch of my body was screaming for him to plunge his fingers into my cunt and finer fuck me to the orgasm that at the moment, I needed something in me, desperately.

He paused again. I heard him unbuckling and unzipping his pants. Thank god, I though with relief. I need to cum, I need him to fuck me.

I heard his jeans slump to the floor and the rustling sound of him pulling his boxers down. Then I felt it, a big, hard, warm dick against my butt. His hard cock fell against my lower back and the distinct feeling of skin on skin overwhelmed me. Relief washed over me. He was going to fuck me. He needed to fuck me! Then he began rubbing his hard dick all over my ass. He was slapping my cheeks with his hard cock! Then teasing my ass crack, running the tip of his dick up and down it. It was kinky and dirty and not what I needed. Fucking fuck me!! I screamed in my head. Shove your cock into me, fuck me, make me cum.


Teacher Allie Ch. 01



He slid his cock vertically between my cheeks, filling my the crevasse of my ass. His balls near my pussy, his shaft running up my ass until his tip emerged. He grabbed my ass and pushed into me so hard that it pushed me forward and my hands shot out to grab the shelf. I held it for balance and pushed back. I tried to lean forward and point my pussy toward him. Just look at what I'm showing you and fuck it!

Then I felt it, the head of his hard cock lining up with my pussy. He pushed just the tip far enough into me to spread my pussy's lips apart. Shivers ran up my body. My body was electric. He was in just far enough to engulf just the head of his dick in my flesh. He was teasing and probing the entrance to my cunt. I hated him for it. My muscles were spasming. My body was physically begging for it. He slid his cock out until just the tip touched my entrance, then he slid the head back in. I placed my head on the shelf, a total wreck. Please just push it in. Please, stop teasing. I need it. Fuck me. Fuck me. His hands were exploring my ass, kneading my ass. I realized he was admiring the view, probably staring at his long shaft perturbing from his crotch and leading up to my heart shaped ass and parted pussy.

He was savoring the moment while my body almost shook with the anticipation of the upcoming orgasm. I started to lower myself off my toes and lean back, taking a little more of him into me. It was more than he could handle. Suddenly he slammed forward, entering me with such force and so much dick that I yelped! With alarm and relief, I took his full cock in me. His pelvis was against my ass and I knew every inch of dick was entirely in me. It felt huge and filled up every empty space of craving and lust that had been screaming for sex. A low moan of satisfaction flowed from me and finally I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

He paused only for a moment and before I was ready, he pulled almost entirely out and then slammed his enormous dick into me again. I was overwhelmed. Another groan of ecstasy escaped me. Having his enormous manhood in me was pure ecstasy. At that moment I wasn't a married woman. My husband meant nothing. I was totally, embarrassingly, unequivocally Joe's. My tits and my pussy and my ass, they were all his. The only thing that mattered to me was that he take me and fuck me and keep his cock in me.

Again, he pulled inch after inch from my warm, wet pussy. Then he threw his hips forward with me with his huge cock leading the way, plowing into my tight cunt. Then again. And again. He fucked me better than anyone ever had. Again. Again. Again. Every thrust of his cock was heaven. Again. Again. Again, and that was all it took. I started to cum. My knees buckled, my pussy started to squirt, I gripped the shelf with one hand as my other went straight to my pussy and rubbed furiously. Joe got the hint and started rapidly fucking my tight little hole like his dick was piston. My pussy burned as I squirted around his cock and my juices shot out. I started to moan loudly and Joe shot his hand over my mouth and covered it tightly. I moaned into his hand as he pistoned my pussy and I squirted all over the floor.

Only as he felt my climax past did he slow his thrusts. I realized I could feel his fat dick throbbing in my pussy. He'd been cumming too and it felt like he was still cumming. I took long, deep breaths. I was glad to have made him cum. It didn't bother me that his bare cock was filling my pussy with cum. I was just glad he came. I was glad I came. As we stood there, I was as relaxed and satisfied as I had ever been.



Teacher Allie Ch. 02



I drove home at a crawl, white knuckling the steering wheel, with my heart in stomach. The short drive just wasn't enough time to sort out all the questions I had. The sex had been amazing. A few hours earlier I'd orgasmed into a state of erotic euphoria but the post-sex experience was sickening. I feared that I'd ruined everything I'd worked to build, including my marriage, new job, and reputation as a teacher. I simplified it into two questions. How do I keep the school from finding out? How do I keep it from wrecking my marriage?

Pulling into the driveway, I breathed a sigh of relief to see my husband was working late. I'd have a little more time to figure out how to deal with having the best orgasm of my life with an 18-year-old student, then going home to my husband. Never saying a single word about it sounded pretty nice. I'd tried to block out what I'd done and put my poker face on. It didn't take long to realize that I wasn't going to be able to block it out. The replay of fucking Joe was all my mind could concentrate on. Forced to remember it, I had to decide if I could live a lie.

Dropping my bag by the door, I headed straight down the hall, through the master bedroom, and into the master bathroom. Stripping my clothes, I shoved them to the bottom of the laundry. I'd already thrown my cum stained thong away in the bathroom at school. Turning to the mirror, I looked for marks. He'd been rough with my tits and ass but no marks showed up. I ran a hot shower, jumped in, and started scrubbing.

It was the longest, hottest shower I'd ever taken. When I was convinced I wouldn't smell like sex, I dried off, wrapped my hair in a towel, and headed for the bed. Pulling the blankets over my head, I felt like I never wanted to come out. I felt like I had to tell him. Restraint was obviously not a skill I possessed. I had to just blurt it out. Not the 'best sex of my life, I really enjoyed it' part though. Shit, how much do I tell? Was it bad sex? Oh fuck, he came in me! Yeah, birth control or not, that part stays secret. For twenty minutes I stayed in bed, thinking about it. I decided what to tell and what to bury in my memory forever.

Then it hit me. I need to tell him during sex. We've talked dirty about things like this before, a long time ago. I needed to fuck him and tell him like it was a dirty thing I think he might like. I could barely contain my excitement and ran to the closest. He'll be home soon, if this is going to work, I've got to hurry.

I ripped open my drawers and dug out a few sexy outfits I'd bought over the years. One was for Halloween, but I didn't care. I pulled out a big, plastic container of shoes and dug for my stilettos. This has to work. What was it we fantasized about? We were watching porn! I remember! It was some video where a guy let another guy bang his wife. We watched it while having sex and then he kept asking me if I'd like to suck another guy's dick and I pretended I would!! This might work. This could actually work!

Never in my life have I tried so hard to look fuckable. Unlike the teasing I did earlier, this had no rules. I found a corset that went with a Halloween outfit. The corset had no bra cups since there was a separate bra but I tossed the bra aside and left my big tits exposed. I synched the waist as tight as the leather strap could hold. I put on the sexiest, sluttiest stockings I owned and crotchless panties I'd won in a bachelorette party game, but never worn. I slid them on, hoping if I was slutty enough he might get as horny as that time we'd watched the porn video. I put on my stilettos and nearly fell over walking to the mirror. My tits hung out and my figure looked amazing with my waist synched so tight. I looked sexier than I'd ever seen before. My pussy looked hot bare. It was definitely slutty. I turned and smiled when I saw my ass. Pushed up and bare, my backside was dirty magazine quality. I looked at the time and ran to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.

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When he walked in through the front door, I was in our leather living room recliner. It faces the door and I was sitting with my legs spread and my vibrator on my clit. My curled hair obscuring my face, I looked at him for sultry eyes.

"Hey... woah... what's going on?"

"Do you like it?" I asked in the sexiest tone I knew how.

"How you look? Yeah... you look... I've never seen you like this."

I got up and slowly walked toward him. "Do I look slutty, like in your dirty fantasies?"

"Yeah... I mean... what fanta...

I cut him off. "Don't talk. Just enjoy." I pulled his head between my tits and pushed them together.

I let him motorboat and suck my tits, then dropped to my knees and pulled down his pants. His cock sprang free. I tried to ignore the thought that it so average. I looked up. "Why don't you feed me your cock and fuck my pretty face like the little slut I am." He looked confused, still unsure of what was happening.

I didn't want him to ask any questions so I opened my mouth and took his dick as deep as it would go. When my lips reached the very base of his dick, I let it slip back out, took his hand and placed it on the back of my head and started face fucking myself. This was something I'd never let him do. Only a few frat boys who hadn't asked permission had ever fucked my face. I hoped he was enjoying it and not wondering anymore about why I was doing it.

As I sucked, I finally started to hear moans of pleasure and my anxiety started to subside. It was working. I didn't swallow my saliva once. I wanted it to be the wettest, loudest blowjob he'd ever had. It sloshed around in my mouth with each thrust and the sound of his cock entering and exiting my mouth filled the living room.

"Oh Allie, that feels so good. Oh baby, you're really dirty today aren't you? You like being a dirty girl?"

I pulled my head back and his glistening cock fell from my lips and dripped from my drool. "I love being a slut baby. Just for you, I love being your little slut."

He took the bone. He fed me his cock and really went at it, slamming his cock past my lips. "Yeah, suck my dick you slut. You dirty little whore." I moaned my agreement without ceasing to blow him. "Yeah, you like a dick in your mouth, don't you?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhmmmmmmmm." I said, with my agreement abbreviated by loud slurping.

"Tell me how much you love sucking dicks."

I pulled his cock from my mouth and rubbed it all over my face as I answered. "I love sucking dicks baby."

"Yeah you do. You do love it, don't you?"

"Oh yeah baby, I love sucking a hard dick. I'm a big slut."

"I know you are. You're my little dick sucker. My little slutty dick sucker. Suck that dick." He jammed in it my mouth again. It was going better than I'd hoped for. "Is that why you're dressed like such a slut, with your big tits out, because you wanted a dick to suck?"

"Mmmm hmmm." Gulp. Gag. Gulp. Gag.

"Only sluts have outfits like that, so you must be a cock loving slut."

"Mmmmmmm"

"I bet you've sucked a lot of dicks, haven't you? Did you love sucking all your old boyfriends dicks?"

This surprised me but it was perfect! Any other time it'd have weirded me out but today wasn't a normal day. "Mmmmm hmmmm."

"Tell me."

I took his cock out of my mouth. "I loved sucking all my old boyfriend's dicks."

"Did you suck their dicks everyday, like a good little slut?"

"Oh yeah, I sucked their dicks all the time. I was a good, slutty girlfriend and now I'm your little slut." It was weird, but exactly what I needed. I was getting nervous that he was going to cum before fucking me though. It felt like it was 'now or never'.

"You're suck a cock slut, in your little outfit."

"Yeah I am, baby. I'm your little cock slut. I did something dirty for you today."

"Oh yeah? I bet you did you dirty, big breasted slut."

"Yeah, really dirty, just for you. You want to know what I did?"

"Tell me what a dirty slut you were."

"I let a guy fuck me today, just like that dirty video we watched once. I let him fuck me just so I could tell you about it." I took his cock back into my mouth and even massaged his balls as I watched his reaction. My heart was in my stomach.

He looked confused, but his chest was still rising and falling with deep breaths. "Did you really or are you just saying that?"

The moment of truth. I had to make it sound good. With a pouty face I let his cock slide from the grip of my lips. "I fucked him and it was so dirty baby. You're going to be so turned on. I was such a big slut for you. I remembered how hot the fantasy made you." I was jerking him off and massaging his balls.

"Allie, what the fuck? This is so screwed up."

"But it's what you wanted. You love it when I'm a slut. Come on baby, fuck me and I can tell you all the dirty details." The truth was I'd already decided not to tell him about the guy's big dick, how good it felt, how hot and intense it was, my orgasm, or my squirting all over the place.

"Fuck... I need to think..."

"No, you don't. I fucked another guy for you. Now you need to fuck me and let me make you cum harder than you've ever cum." I stood up, but kept jerking him off. He was still hard. "Look at how slutty I am for you. Don't you like how I look?" I'd spent 20 minutes on my eye shadow and mascara. My blush and lipstick were light but definitely gave me a slutty look.

"You look amazing, fucking unbelievable, but this is crazy. I need to..."

I interrupted him. "No you don't. You can think later. Right now you need to let me be your slut and make you cum. Don't you want me to be a good little slut and make you cum?" He looked at me, suddenly interested again. "Isn't that what good little sluts do? Make men cum?"

I pulled him a few steps over to the closest chair, pushed him back into it, and straddled him. I shoved my tits in his face, then grabbed his hands and put them on my big, round ass. "I'm going to be a good slut wife and make my husband cum in my slut pussy." I was surprising myself with the dirty talk coming from my mouth. It was completely out of character but I was determined to get a 'get out of jail free card'.

I reached between my legs and found his cock. It was hard as steel. He was really into this. It was going to work. At that point I knew, all I had to do was not fuck it up. I guided his cock to my pussy and lowered my ass into his lap. Confusion set in. Why can't I feel it? I grinded deeper into him. I feel it inside me but it... oh my god... I'm loose... from... oh my god!! I panicked. If I'd been looking directly at him instead of down, he'd probably have seen the blood drain from my face. How loose do I feel to him? Can he tell? Does it still feel good? Shiiiiittt!

My panicked response was to start immediately fucking him, hard. In rapid back and forth strokes, I ground my pussy into his pelvis.

"Jesus Christ Allie, you're really loose. You really fucked someone!!"

FUCK. "Yeah baby. He came on to me hard and I was going to resist but thought of that dirty fantasy you liked so much. Doesn't it turn you on that your wife is a slut? Doesn't it turn you on that someone fucked me today?" I didn't know the answer to that. If he was asking me, I'd have said 'hell no'.

"Did you fuck a guy with a big dick? Why are you this loose?"

I had no idea what to do. I was worried he was going to throw me off him. I felt like if we just kept fucking, everything would be okay. It seemed like the dirtier I'd talked the hornier he'd got. I went all-in. "Yeah baby, a jock student of mine fucked me in the closet today. His cock was huge and he fucked me so hard that he made me squirt."

"Are you fucking serious?!"

I felt his dick twitch inside me. His cock didn't feel as big as usual but I could tell it was hard as a cock could get. I capitalized on it, fucking him hard with my ass slamming into his lap, moaning and groaning convincingly as I could. "Yeah... ugh, fuck your dick feels soooo goooood... I'm serious baby... ohhh shit yeah. Fuck me. Yeah, fuck me baby... aahhhh, ah, ah, ah. Haaarder. Haaarder."

"Jesussss..." He was speechless but he began humping me back, giving it to me harder. I knew I'd make the right choice. I pushed back with my hands on hist chest, so he could see my tits in clear view. I bounced on his cock, my tits jiggling.

"He... bent me over and fucked me harder than anyone's ever fucked me. Mmmmmmm, mmm, mmmm. But your dick feels so good right now."

"Your pussy feels so loose, you're such a slut. I love fucking your slut pussy."

"You like that I fucked that big dick?"

"Yeah I do. My wife's a beautiful, busty slut who fucks big cocks. You're so fucking sexy." He was weirding me out big time. It was working too well. I kept going with it to make sure I had him hooked though. It was better than a divorce.

I stopped fucking him. I sat in his lap, his cock inside me. I took his hands and put them on my big tits. "I came hard baby, so fucking hard. He made me squirt. He fucked me so... fucking... hard. He played with my tits just like you are now. Then he blew his load in my pussy."

"You let your student shoot cum in you?"

"He didn't even ask, but I took it and came as he did it."

It was too much. He spun me around in the chair and started fucking me like a crazy person. He was jackhammering my already sore pussy and the pain had my clit pulsing.

"Fuck baby, you're going to make me cum." He barely seemed to notice but now I wasn't saying it for him. "Fuuucccckk. Faster, faster, faster, faster." I slapped his chest with each thrust. "Fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck me harder." He was close and I was short of breath. He was going to actually get me to orgasm, a rare feat for him. "Cum in me. Cum in me like he did. Fuck me as hard as he did." He gave it to me hard and I began to shake in orgasm.

Suddenly, he pulled out, straddled me, and blew a huge load in my face. It happened too fast to move. I mustered "no, stop" before the warm load started splattering my face. I couldn't see it but it felt like he sprayed every square millemeter of my face. 

I took a few deep breaths to control the bitch-fit I wanted to throw. I breathed deep and remembered who'd fucked someone else. Just be nice, you're at the finish line. "Wow, that was a lot. Did you enjoy that baby?"

"I don't know what to say to you. You fucked another guy today."

"Well, can we talk about it when I don't have cum on my face?"

"No, I think that's the perfect way to talk about it."

"Okay, fine." I tried wiping my eyes clear, wiped some of the cum from my face onto my thighs, and blinked until I could see. "I told you, he kind of forced himself on me. I just didn't know what to do and didn't resist and thought maybe it'd turn you on."

"How about asking me if I actually wanted that?"

"Well, like I said, he kind of came up behind me and forced himself on me in the closet."

"So he raped you?"

"NO. I didn't ever say 'stop' or anything."

"And you're not going to get fired then, fucking willingly fucking this kid?"

"I don't know what's going to happen. I have to hope the administration doesn't find out, I guess. If they do, I'll deny it."

"And if he forces himself on you again?"

"I'll try to control the situation better if there's a next time." I knew, if I could fuck Joe again, I probably would. "Or maybe... I'd fuck him again and you'd come home to me in a hot outfit, ready to be your little slut and tell you a very dirty story?"

"Fuck, this is so fucked up. I need the night to think about it. I'm not leaving you, okay? I just need a night to digest this."

"K." I was terrified that he wasn't going to come home, that a buddy would show up the next day to pick up his stuff. "Maybe, when you come home, we can play out another fantasy? Anyone you want, you know, since I'm your little slut now."

He shook his head. "Yeah... yeah, maybe."



Teacher Allie Ch. 03



Girls stole glances as Paul and Joe walked down the hall. "Dude, come on, really?" Paul said to Joe. "You really think she'll just give in?"

"Yeah man, I'm telling you, for sure. Yesterday she didn't even give in, she wanted it from the get-go."

"No girl in our grade has ever given it up that easily, never mind the hottest teacher in the history of teachers."

"Won't know 'til you try."

"I still don't get why a hottie like her gave a senior in HIGH SCHOOL the time of day."

Joe was in a particularly good mood. They walked by a cute blonde Joe didn't recognize. He gave her a big smile anyhow. Turning back to Paul, he replied "I dunno man, it's probably because girls love my magical cock."

"That would be your answer. Last time I checked banging a grand total of four girls doesn't make you the next Justin Timberlake."

"Five now. And I don't think Justin Timberlake has a magical cock, he has magical showmanship. It's different."

"I still don't believe you."

"Have you seen him in concert?"

"Fuck off, you know I mean I don't believe you fucked her."

"What can I tell you man? Maybe I had lucky timing and her man cheated on her and she's been looking for a way to get revenge. You gonna try it or not?"

"You prove that she's down for messing around with students... and yeah, fine, I'll do it."

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My first two classes teaching the underclassmen went smoothly. With the seniors piling in, my chest was getting tight. The day before seemed unreal. After telling my husband what happened, he'd left and hadn't come home. That part had definitely been real. I'd had to get drunk just to fall asleep.

I'd resolved to draw a line in the sand today. At first, I'd thought I wouldn't even tolerate flirting, but then I realized that could result in backlash. I couldn't risk Joe throwing me under the bus and losing me my job. I quietly whispered to myself under my breath "just enough to keep them happy, no more."

When I looked up, the students were all quiet and faced forward. I took attendance, gave a brief lecture, and explained the day's assignment. It was going well. Even the airheads in the back were working diligently. I had to yell at one girl and had her deliver her phone to my desk. She was wearing a tiny spaghetti strap for a top and I figured her outfit had her male classmates extra interested and that she was getting a few weekend date requests. Boobs do tend to get quick results. Back at her desk, even she was working hard. I was starting to actually feel better, telling myself yesterday's events were going to pass and that I'd just be a normal teacher.

The trouble started about ten minutes after I'd passed the assignment out. Everyone had their heads down reading and writing. Suddenly the boys had their hands up every minute with a new question. Joe, Paul, and two others next to them kept doing strange things, like putting their hands over mine when I leaned on their desk to show them something.

It only took me a short while to realize that allowing it to continue may have been a mistake. When the class was still working on the worksheets, Joe called me over for a question and, while I answered it, I suddenly felt his hand on my thigh. I jerked my attention from his worksheet to his face just to see him smiling right at me. I quickly looked around. A few girls were whispering to each other but no one was looking in my direction. I looked back to him, tried to give him a stern look, but he kept his hand on my thigh. I finished answering his question.

"Do you understand it better now?" I said with attitude in my voice.

He replied by squeezing and rubbing the inside of my leg. "I don't think so. Could you explain it again?"

His hand was inching higher. I panicked. "No. No, I don't think so. You try it again on your own and see what you get." Then I quickly walked away. My heart was racing. I felt guilty but knew his touch had given me a thrill. It was exciting but I was panicked too. What had I started?

Soon the whole little group had raised hands. I'd go over, they'd point to a question they wanted help with, and as soon as I bent over to write or point to something, their hand would land on my thigh. I'd quickly answer and walk away. What was I supposed to say? I couldn't say 'stop touching me' without it being heard and then heads turning for it to be seen. I pictured myself on the six o'clock news. I was frantic.

Joe raised his hand again. For some reason, that made me calmer. For someone reason I felt like he was on my side. I walked to the last row, where he sat.

"Yes?"

"Can you check Paul's answer? He's kind of an idiot and I think he's doing it wrong."

"Sure." I turned, bent over, and looked at Paul's worksheet. Immediately, Joe was palming my ass. My eyes flew wide open. My head shot around to see his smiling face. As I stared at him in complete shock, he continued to squeeze my ass. The kid had bravado, arrogance, whatever you want to call it. He turned me on. I smiled at him and walked away.

I pretended to be keeping an eye on the class from the front while my mind ran in circles. Never, in a million years, had I imagined this happening. I'd dreamt of glances, maybe some extended staring at my ass or tits, but not this. Still, for some reason my body, or subconscious, welcomed his attention. As long as no one was going to get me in trouble, then it was fine by me.

A few of the nerdy kids had already finished. I gave them more work to do and then sat at my desk. A minute barely passed before Joe's hand was up again.

I walked towards the back row. I saw the busty girl texting away under her desk. You're not playing the game. Don't just be passive, be in it. This time, I stood in front of his desk and leaned over 90 degrees. My face was six inches from his, with a sexy smile I asked "what can I help you with this time?"

This caught him off guard. Our eyes locked for a moment before his pupils dropped to my hanging cleavage. When he looked up again, I made sure to give him a smile of approval. "Thanks for the help. It's actually Paul again though. Sorry, but he just doesn't get it. Can you help him?"

"Sure", I said smiling. I turned around and, knowing he was probably going to grab my ass again, I looked around the room for curious eyes. Everyone was working except two girls were now had their phones between their legs and were typing away. That was fine. I bent over Paul's desk and pretended to be checking something. Joe's hand was back on my thigh. I smiled. He hand immediately started sliding up beneath my skirt and rubbing my upper, inner thigh. It felt amazing. Paul was watching it happen but I was pretty sure he was in on it.

A bit my lip as Joe's hand eased closer and closer to my pussy. With every centimeter I became more nervous. I tried to act normal. "You see Paul, the problem is here." I hadn't read anything on his paper so I started drawing a smiley face. As I did, Joe's fingers brushed against my pussy. I could feel my face turning red. Then he returned to squeezing my thigh. Chills ran over my entire body and my knees buckled. My mind froze and all I could do was manage a breath to recover from the tremor that had just run through me.

Waiting a few moments to see if I'd object was apparently his way of testing the waters. His hand inched higher again, his fingers slipped beneath my underwear, and this time the tips of his fingers slid into my wet pussy. Every muscle in my body clenched. My pussy cinched tight around his finger tips. My eyes shut and every emotion washed over me from ecstasy to sheer terror. Chills ran through me while my cheeks burnt red.

He pushed harder and further in until his two fingers were deep enough for his thumb to reach my clit and start rubbing. My mouth fell open. I wanted it. My body wanted it. He started pumping. One. Two. Three times. Then I lost count. My eyes still closed, unable to bear the embarrassment, feeling like everyone must be watching me. He was still pumping. Only seconds passed but it felt like minutes. I wanted to cum. I opened my eyes to see that no one had seen us yet. Walk away while you still have control, before this goes wrong. My abs were tightening, then my body, and then I could barely breath. Walk away. You've got to walk away. Somehow I willed myself out of the overwhelming moment of pleasure, got control of myself, stood up, and walked away with his fingers sliding out of me.

I was sure my face was beat red, so I walked to my desk, bent over it and pretended to be reading something. I'd worn a tight skirt and the wide curves of my ass were probably on full display for the entire class. It didn't matter. It didn't even occur to me. I was in a state of disbelief. I was ashamed and embarrassed and horny? Fuck! Really?!? Who am I? I cursed myself. It was total insanity. Then the bell rang. I couldn't turn around...

Knowing it would seem odd, I shouted without turning around "class dismissed, finish this assignment for homework". The sound of books shutting, papers shuffling, zippers, footsteps. Joe and his friends were joking with each other about something. I could tell they were the last students left. I stood up and turned around.

I didn't know what to do. I'd promised my fiancé that I'd control the situation. The situation seemed unreal to me though. How could I get control over it when I barely believed it was happening? Something needed to happen, without action it was clear Joe was going to continue his sexual advances. Joe was almost to the door.

"Joe, you were talking too much today. You've got detention tomorrow. Don't let it happen again."

"Okay." He gave me a smile, said something to Paul, and walked out. Paul made a U-turn instead of walking out. He walked up to my desk.

"I saw" he said.

My heart dropped. I knew he'd seen it but still, the words turned my stomach inside out. Without meaning to, I immediately began pitifully begging "please, don't say anything and I'll give you an A."

"We should go to the closet and talk about this", he said. He turned and started walking in that direction while I sat dazed by the words. Thoughtless, shocked, I stared ahead. I waited for my mind to jumpstart itself. I blinked. Then took a breath. Think. Think. I can't do it again. Is this happening? In two days, I've lost control. How did this happen so fast?

"We don't have all day. Lunch is only thirty minutes." He was waiting by the closest door.

My mind gave me nothing but panicked thoughts that it was a dream, that it couldn't be real. I had no firm ground to stand on, nothing to negotiate with. I got up from my seat and followed. I wanted to hate Paul for what was about to happen but I only had contempt for myself. You did this to yourself. You started it. I walked into the closet, he pulled the door shut and flipped the light on. I can't do this. I can't have sex with two students in two days. At least yesterday, on some level, I wanted it to happen.

"Time's ticking." His words were more convincing than his tone. Is he nervous? I hesitated, racking my brain for a way out. Maybe he's hesitant about it. Maybe he won't be able to get it up.

"I'm not just going to do whatever you ask because you think you saw something. You don't know what you saw." Grasping. Desperate.

Out of nowhere he produced his phone. It wasn't even a picture but a video. It was a side profile with enough detail to see what was happening, to whom, and by whom. I was fucked. No good options.

"You can just... blow me."

Relief hit me and I felt like I could breath a little better. He'd sounded nervous still. I pushed my luck. "Would you settle for a handjob?"

"We'd be here all day. No girl's been able to... you know, successfully do it in years now. Even from a blowjob I can take a long time to cum. You should probably start sucking, I don't want you to get in trouble."

Fuck. Well, this is actually going to happen. Why's he being so nice about it? Whatever, doesn't matter right now. I had to do it fast, the faster he came, the less risk we had of getting caught. I dropped my knees to the cold tile floor. He pulled on my shirt. I gave him a look but he smiled playfully and I decided to just raise my arms and let him slide it off. Him hands quickly found their way beneath my bra as I unzipped his pants and fished around for his cock. My searching fingers found their target and wrapped around it. He wasn't even fully hard but I couldn't feel where it ended. I tried to pull it through but it wouldn't fit through.

"You're going to need to pull my pants down." I looked up questioningly. "It's not exactly average."

I wanted to roll my eyes and curse. I'd never forgotten the blowjob an extremely well hung fratboy convinced me to give him. My jaw hurt for days after. Instead, I unbuckled his belt, hooked my fingers behind his boxers, and pulled his pants down.

Hanging in front of me was the most masculine looking cock I'd ever seen. It was big. Probably seven inches and the head looked twice as big as his shaft. I'd never seen a flaccid cock look so big. His balls, bulging out from behind his shaft, were just as abnormal. The intimidating size was framed by a thick mane of hair, which gave his cock this 70s porno look.

Running my fingers along the enormous member in front of me, I was fnding myself turned on. From my knees, I looked up at him and gave him a dirty grin. "It's actually, impressive. Is this big thing popular with the girls?"

"Actually, no one really knows except my girlfriend. We've been together for a long time." For some reason I found that sweet, that he was a one woman kind of guy. Then I remembered he was black mailing me into sucking his dick. Maybe not so sweet. "She's really hott, but she doesn't have big tits like yours." Welll, men are men, they never fail to disappoint in that regard.

Then he reached down, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet but we weren't eye to eye. I was at least a foot shorter. He pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my tits, then wrapped his arms just below my ass and lifted me up so that my tits were in his face. He sucked my nipples, traced the curves of each breast with his tongue, and pushed his face between them. Obviously, his girlfriend really did have small tits. It felt good and I wanted to rub my clit but couldn't in the position we were in. I ran my hands through his hair as he enjoyed his first experience with a pair of big tits.

By the time he let my feet back to the floor, my hands found a very different cock, sticking straight out, rigid as an arrow. I let my hands run down his naked thighs as I lowered myself back down onto the cold tile.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Paul, this thing's huge!"

"I know. Think you can handle it?"

"We'll see in a second, won't we?" I nervously avoided taking it right into my mouth. I used my tongue, tracing the length, then concentric circles around the tip, back down to his balls and around them.

Finally, I decided to go for it. I leaned back on my heels just so I could get the head in my mouth, then opened wide and let as much slide past my lips as I could. Not even half fit before the tip was against my throat. I knew I was going to have to try to deepthroat it but I wasn't ready. I'd done it before, but with smaller cocks. I bobbed my head up and down on that shaft as fast as my neck would allow. The sound of my cock sucking quickly filled the closet. I was actually getting into it. I wasn't thinking about just trying to get it over with.

I realized the noise might be a problem and sucked harder but slower to muffle the noise. I massaged his balls and stroked his shaft at the same time. At any given moment I had four or five inches in my mouth and a handful getting stroked. But he had been right; it appeared that he was going to take a while. He was just leaning back against the wall, his hand on the back of my head, enjoying every second. I couldn't blame him. What senior in high school wouldn't enjoy his blowjob from his a 22 year old, busty science teacher.

The rush was amazing. My head was filled with thoughts of how wrong and dirty I was for doing what I was doing. My head was bobbing up and down on my teenage student's enormous cock. He probably still lived at home and his mom might have even packed him lunch and there I was on my knees, sucking her son's dick and squeezing his balls. As I sucked I ran my hands up under his shirt, exploring the ripples of his abs, and enjoying the moment, however wrong it was.

"Oh god. That's so good." He was running his hands through my hair as he groaned praise. I moaned agreement without halting my service. "Jesus, you're amazing at this." I wondered if I was amazing or his girlfriend was just bad at it. I was certainly doing my best to get him off.

"Katie doesn't even give head like this." It hit me, maybe, without knowing, sucking dick in the book closet was what I'd wanted all along. I'd officially pulled ahead of his girlfriend. Being noticed, checked out, flirted with, those were great but from my knees with a dick in my mouth, I was taking the lead over his hott girlfriend.

In that moment of realization that I was achieving the status I'd been seeking, I realized had already decided this was a good thing. I could feel the heat and wetting building between my legs. I abandoned all shame and dignity. I slid my hand beneath my waistband and started rubbing my clit. I was a teacher, engaged to be married, he had a girlfriend, what dignity was left anyway? I doubled my efforts on his cock. I took as much of his shaft as I could into my mouth, but I wasn't even half way. I finally had the nerve to try to deepthroat him so I pushed further and his shaft slid into my throat. I slowly slid my mouth down his cock, letting inch after inch slide down past my lips, teeth, and tongue. It felt like his dick was going to reach my lungs. There, in that closest, I took a ten inch dick entirely in my mouth. All of it.

Now I wanted it to continue. I wanted to cum, but there wasn't time. That was when I felt his dick start to pulse. I started pulling my head back, but I only got about half way before it started erupting in my throat, then my mouth. What went down my throat I barely felt. But what shot into my mouth I tasted and couldn't swallow quickly enough. He was flooding my mouth with cum, I leaned my head back to keep it from spilling and kept swallowing until my mouth was empty.

I was surprised when he pulled me to my feet and kissed me. I was even more surprised that I found myself kissing him back. He put my hands on his cock and I realized he was still orgasming and I kept jerking him off. He reached around and grabbed my ass with both hands, my boobs squeezed against his chest. I pushed the tip of his cock against my stomach and dragged it down until it pushed my waistband down enough for his cum to shoot into my panties. I felt the warmth of his sperm splash against my pussy. Arousal had grip over every fiber of me. I wanted to strip naked with him and fuck without reckless abandon. I wanted his naked body against mine. I wanted his next orgasm to be in my pussy. My body craved his.

"I want you to fuck my engaged little pussy. We have time, just for a few seconds" Shocked by my own words, but in the moment there were no truer words I could have spoken. He didn't respond. His breathing was deep and he'd finally stopped cumming. He looked out-of-body. I leaned in and kissed him again. "Fuck me. Lay me on the ground and take me. There's time. There's time."

He shook his head. "Can't."

"You have to. I want you in me. Take me, anyway you want."

"I can't. That was unreal. I've got nothing left."

I was destroyed. I fell back against the opposite wall and let the adrenaline die in my veins, unused. FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK. I took slow breaths, trying to calm the thousands of muscles in my body that were pulsating with blood flow. With my tits out, cum on my breath, and warm cum in my panties, I stood denied and aching.




Teacher Allie Ch. 03



"Thanks."

"Really? A good thanks would have been to fuck me."

"I've got nothing left. You feel like you sucked the life from me." That made me smile.

"You did cum more than like any guy, ever."

"Yeah, usually it's a lot but that was more than usual. Katie hates it."

We were both speaking between deep breaths. "She hates cum?"

"Hates how much I cum when I'm really... into it."

That excited me. I was stealing the show. "Well, I like it. Next time you can blow your load all cover my tits."

"Really? You're down for doing it again?"

I took one more deep breath to cope with the reality of what I wanted, then answered "Yes, except next time you come to my house and fuck me all night.

"You're serious?

"Yeah, I'm serious. Now you need to get to lunch and I need to clean up before people start heading back to class, so zip up and get out."

"Okay."