8 comments/ 365258 views/ 14 favorites Yes, Teacher By: CathyO1955 She came into the classroom, wearing thr red skirt and white blouse that drove him nuts. Her legs were long and sleek under it. He groaned, thinking of how those legs would feel around him, the smooth nylon of her stockings rubbing against his bare skin. He closed his eyes and felt his cock harden. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably. She turned, seeing him sitting there. She couldn't help but smile. She thought how damn good looking he was, how tall, how big, and she shivered. They were meeting late, after everyone had gone for the day. He had asked for additional help with the special project he was working on. She knew in her heart it was dangerous to meet him this way. She knew the way he looked at her. She could almost feel his eyes traveling over her body, the same way she envisioned his hands would. She sucked in a deep breath at the thought. Standing in front of the mirror that morning, she had chosen this skirt to wear today. Somehow she knew it was his favorite. She tried to convince herself differently, but she knew she was dressing for him that day. She felt wicked and sensual as she selected the laciest undergarments she owned to wear underneath. Her thoughts wandered to Tom as she dressed. He was a little older than most of her students. He started college late, after working for a few years, but he was still years younger than she was. But she knew she had never looked better than she did at this age. There was a sensuality to her that seemed to radiate from her. And men her own age bored her. They were either dull and poor company, or bitter and angry against women in general, wanting only a sexual fling with no strings attached. God, she hated that phrase anymore. How could sex be fulfilling with a stranger? She wanted to know her lover, inside and out. She wanted to fulfill his fantasies, and her own. She had always told her friends, how can you make love to someone you don't even like? When she walked into the classroom that day, she had known it was time. He didn't realize that she felt the same way about him that he did about her. She wanted him, and tonight she was going to have him. She had watched him for months, seeing him squirm in his chair, trying to hide his erections. But she knew; she always knew when he was aroused. "Hello, Miss O'Niel," he said quietly as he watched her come into the room. "Hello, Tom," she replied, her voice husky and low. "How are you this evening?" "I'm good," he answered, his eyes skimming over her body from head to toe. "Are you ready?" She started, and looked at him. Did he know what she was thinking? She shook her head, trying to regain her sense of balance. He jumped to his feet, and his strong hand gripped her elbow. "Are you alright, Ma'am?" She looked up into his eyes, feeling an almost electric shock when his hand touched her skin. God, she thought, they were so blue. She searched his eyes, looking for something deep inside him. She found it. Taking a deep breath, "No, Tom, but I will be." She stepped closer to him, her mouth a breath away from his. His hand slid up her arm to her shoulder, his long fingers massaging into the muscles gently. His other hand slid around her waist, and somehow she was suddenly solidly pressed against his body. He pushed her back towards her desk, and lifted her up to sit on the edge of it, standing between her thighs. She could feel those thighs, those thick, muscular thighs, pressing against hers. She gasped at the incredible heat of his big body, and again looked into his eyes. She waited, and the moment seemed to spin out forever, and she was lost. She licked her full lips, the tip of her tongue sliding over them wetly. He watched her, his eyes locked on her tongue, and she felt the deep shudder that went through his body. Her hands reached for his waist, and she slowly slid her hands down his hips, and pulled him closer. Watching the pulse in his neck, she gently slid one hand between his legs, and cupped him. She watched his pulse start to hammer, his cheeks flush, his eyes closing. His voice a harsh whisper, "Miss O'Niel, I.....I.....ooohhhshit." He gave into the feeling, and pushed his hips towards her, pressing his erection into her hand. She explored him as she had dreamed of doing for weeks. She molded her hand around the length of it, felt the heat radiating from it, even through his jeans. Sliding her hand lower, she cupped his balls, hefting them, weighing them in her palm. She could't suppress a small moan of pure feminine pleasure. "Shhhhhhhhhhh," she whispered. She continued her exploration, both hands sliding around to cup his ass cheeks, and pulled him closer still. It spread her thighs wider apart, and forced her narrow skirt to ride higher up towards her hips. She shifted, and thrust one thigh between his legs, and lifted it up, pressing into him. He groaned again, a low sensual sound. She felt it all the way down inside. Her strong hands kneaded his firm ass while her thigh continued to push against his cock. He opened his eyes, and looked down into her face. 'God, she was beautiful,' he thought. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her mouth open slightly, her chest rising and falling gently. Looking up at him, she began to unbutton her silk blouse, exposing a lacy cream colored bra, the swell of her breasts above the cups, her neck. Her thigh continued to torment him. She felt the animal inside him, felt it tethered to a strong leash, and she knew he was allowing her this seduction. Somehow that made it all the sweeter. Letting the blouse hang loosely around her elbows, she reached for the front clasp of the bra and undid it, freeing her full round breasts. She could see his hands clenched into fists at his sides, felt the power in him. She wanted to feel him snap that leash, to release that sexual beast, the one she knew from the first time she looked into his eyes, that dwelled there. She knew instinctively that she could match his power. Nimble fingers undid his belt, and the snap of his jeans. She slid the zipper down, and dug her hand into it, finding him. She gripped him tightly, then reached to slide the jeans and shorts down below his hips, exposing his cock. 'Jesus, it was beautiful,' she thought. Hard, rock hard, and throbbing. She watched it twitch, and felt a tugging sensation deep in her pussy. She looked up into his face, and she knew, with just a word, the leash would snap. She took a deep breath, and said, "Fuck me, Tom." She felt rather than saw the change come over him. His hands rose to cup her breasts, and he molded them against his palms, the rigid nipples nudging against them. He lowered his head, and his mouth, his hot, wet mouth, devoured her left nipple as his hand continued to maul the right. Her back arched, and she whimpered. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him against her. He nibbled and licked his way up her neck, pushing his body between her thighs, and he bit that pale skin with strong teeth. She grunted, and opened her thighs more. She could feel his rigid length pressing against her panties, against her pussy. His hands slid down her back, and he shoved her skirt up til her bottom was against the smooth wood. He tugged her panties aside, and his fingers found her. She groaned. 'Christ, she's wet,' he thought. He slid two fingers into her wet heat, and felt the walls of her pussy grip his fingers. He finger fucked her, shoving his fingers all the way inside her, then halfway out, then deep in again. She moaned and pushed against his fingers, wanting more. With both hands, he shoved her panties down, struggling to get them down her long legs. Frantically she tried to help, needing him with a breathless anticipation that made her blood pump hot and heavy. His muscles bunched, and he tore them from her. He gripped his cock in his hand, and guided himself to the entrance of her pussy. His eyes searched her, the way hers did before. He wanted to watch her face when he slid into her for the first time. He eased himself in gently, an inch at a time, and watched her come apart. Her head dropped back, thrusting her breasts out, and she lifted her hips in welcome. He sank into her, as far as he could go, and held himself there. Her body shuddered, adjusting to his thickness filling her. Her hands gripped his forearms, and she fluttered her eyes open, looking up at him. "Fuck....me.....Tom," she stuttered, barely able to form the words. The power shifted then, from her to him, and he took control. Strong hands slid under her ass, and he pulled her onto him harder, deeper. And he fucked her. God, how he fucked her. Long sure thrusts, driving himself into her depths again and again. Her upper body dropped down to the desk, lifting her hips up higher. His hands moved to grip her behind the knees, opening her up more, and watched his cock slide into her again and again, emerging slick and wet from her juicy pussy. He watched her, watched her take from him. Her hips moved, trying to get more friction in just the right spot. He slid one hand to her throbbing, swollen clit, and stroked it in rough circles. The sounds she uttered made goosebumps race over his skin. He held back, wanting to see her explode under his fingers. Keeping his cock buried in her tight pussy, he rubbed her clit, and she climbed higher and higher. Her hands moved to her breasts, and she mauled them as he took her over the edge. Her body stiffened, and she cried out, a hoarse, deep groan, her hips jerking almost violently against his fingers. He groaned as he felt her pussy spasm and clutch at him over and over as she came. She became hotter, tighter, wetter, and he lost it. Slamming into her to the hilt, he fucked her. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, and bit it. She shuddered under him, her legs lifting to wrap around his waist. She moved with him, taking him deeper still. His hands gripped her thighs as he started to cum, pouring himself into her, his cries making her body shake. For long moments they shuddered together, the aftershocks rippling from him to her and back again. Reluctantly he withdrew from her, and lowered her legs. She moaned softly, feeling the stretched muscles protesting. He lifted her up against him, and she kissed him. A long, slow, bone melting kiss that took his breath away. She moved back slightly, looking at him. "My place?" she asked. "Yes, Teacher, your place," he replied, and took a deep breath and smiled. Somehow he knew it was going to be a long, long night. Yes, Teacher Ch. 02 After their almost violent coupling on her desk, her legs were quivering as she tried to compose herself. 'God, what have I done? she thought. But then she looked up into his eyes, and she knew exactly what she had done; fulfilled a fantasy months in the making. And she wasn't done with him yet. She straightened, smoothed her blouse and skirt down, and grabbed her purse and coat. "Coming, Tom?" she purred. Straightening his own clothing, Tom shuddered at the naked promise in her voice. He took her hand, and they left the classroom to head to his car. It was a black Mustang, an older model. It had been his passion for years to own one, and now he did. He helped her into the passenger seat, watching her long legs as she swung them into the car. He walked around and got in, and started the car. It rumbled to life with a muscular hum, and she swore she could feel the vibration in her pussy. Driving smoothly out of the parking lot, he headed to her house. He didn't need directions; he'd driven by there a hundred times. No words were spoken as they made the short drive. He knew what she was feeling; the hesitation, the self doubt, wondering if she was crazy. He felt the same things. 'What am I doing?' he wondered. He almost let her go, let her get out of the car and walk away. But he couldn't. Opening her door, he gripped her hand and helped her out. Looking into her eyes, he saw the passion there, still burning hot. He had known it would be, that was only one of the reasons her preferred older women. They knew what their bodies were capable of, the multiple orgasms, the intense physical reactions. He felt sorry for women who would never know those capabilities. And pity for the men who didn't know how to drive their women there. Lifting her soft hand, she let him pull her from the car. She didn't know what she was doing there. She cursed herself, her lack of inhibitions when she was with a lover, her craving for more, her need for him. She'd dreamed of him for months, longing for his touch, for his rough possession, for his cock. For it to be buried deep inside her, ravaging her, taking her. She looked up into his eyes and was lost. She'd pay the price, whatever it would be, to be with him again. Her long fingers traced his eyebrows as she gazed into his blue eyes. She saw herself reflected back; her tousled hair, her swollen lips, the naked desire in her own eyes. She shuddered, then drew on all of her self control, and took his hand and led him to the front door. Unlocking the door, the opened it, and they stepped inside. She immediately turned, and shoved him back against the door. She kissed him, a deep, almost savage kiss, her mouth wide open, her tongue plunging into his mouth, her hand coming down to settle between his thighs. She felt a need to reclaim the power, to do things her way, to take him, rather than him taking her. He tried to touch her, and she moved back, breaking the kiss. "Not yet," she said. Gripping both of his wrists in her strong hands, she raised them to shoulder level, holding him there against the door. Straddling one of his thighs, she rocked herself against him, her skirt riding high on her legs. The soft denim was heaven on her naked pussy, her panties having been shredded by him earlier. She rode him, her thigh pressing against his erection as she did. But this was for her, not for him. She quivered, and stepped back. "Take off your clothes, Tom." She wanted him naked, wanted to see all of the body she had dreamed of for so long. Smiling, he removed his jacket, then his shirt. His chest was smooth, strong, his skin like living satin, burnished a deep gold from the sun and hard work. She licked her lips as he unbuckled and unsnapped his belt and jeans. The zipper slid down, and he shucked his shorts and jeans off his hips, exposing his cock. It was smooth, and thick, and hard as a rock. As he groaned, it moved, the tip nudging towards his firm belly. He heeled off his boots, then slid his clothes off. 'Finally,' she thought. She had wanted this, wanted him naked before her, for so very long. Moving close to him, he could feel her warm breath on his neck. "Don't move," she warned. He put his palms flat against the door, and waited. She slowly removed her blouse and skirt. All that remained covering her lush body were thigh high stockings and a beige lacy bra. Stepping closer, she began to lick and nibble her way down his neck, her tongue soft and wet against his skin. He shuddered. Continuing down, she rasped her tongue across one of his rigid nipples, then the other. Sucking one into her mouth, she laved it slowly. He groaned. As she kissed her way down his long body, it took all his control to remain still. God, he wanted her. Wanted her naked and writhing under him, screaming his name. But he knew he would have to wait. He knew she needed the control for now. And he let her have it. Hooking one stocking clad leg around his hip, she teased him and herself, feeling the heat of his iron cock close to her aching, wet pussy. Letting her leg down, she felt it slipping silkily against his naked skin. She could feel his body shuddering from maintaining control, from not reaching for her, from taking her. She smiled. This is what she loved, this power, this feeling of being in charge, of being able to control a sexual beast like him, even if it was for just a short while. But now she wanted to push him further, to drive him crazy with lust. Lowering herself, she knelt at his feet, her face at his crotch. She nuzzled him, inhaling, enjoying the masculine, musky scent of his body. His cock jerked, touching her soft cheek. He groaned again. Wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, she began to lick, from balls to tip and back again. Teasing, slow, deliberate licks. His thighs were shaking by then. Moving her hand down, she encircled his ball sack, pushing his balls down away from his body. She tugged gently, and she could feel his balls swelling. It was that tantalizing edge, the edge between pain and pleasure. She tongued his full balls, feeling the skin stretched tightly across them. She rolled them with her strong tongue, then licked gently. "Jesus Christ,' he thought. His hands were clenched into fists. He wanted her to stop, he wanted her to never stop. She knew what he wanted; he wanted his cock deep in her mouth, pushing towards her throat. Wrapping her other hand just below the head, she teased him some more by licking slowly around it. She lapped up a drop of precum like the sweetest candy. His cock and balls were trapped by her two hands, and he could do nothing to change it. Licking like a kitten, she drove him slowly wild with that wicked tongue. When he felt like he couldn't take another lick, she suddenly engulfed his cock with her mouth, taking him as deep as she could, and releasing his balls. She sucked, hard, as she drew her mouth back up. Then back down, deeper, taking more of him. She devoured his juicy cock, grunting as she did, enjoying the taste, the scent of him. It fed her carnal appetite for him. He was losing control, and quickly. His fists unclenched, and he gripped her hair, guiding her mouth fiercely up and down his cock. He groaned, then pulled her to her feet. They looked into each others eyes, seeing the matching passion there. The beast was unleashed. He pushed her towards the couch, and roughly bent her over the back of it. She spread her feet wide apart, and arched her back, offering her wet pussy. He took it. Sliding into her was like entering a furnace; it closed around him like a hot, wet, dripping fist. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her towards him, and he began to fuck her. Long, smooth strokes, in and out, in and out, in...and out...until he was hammering into her. She matched him, thrust for thrust, pushing her body back, taking all of him. Reaching down, his clever fingers rubbed circles on her throbbing clit. Her feet lifted off the floor, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Again and again he pulled her back onto his cock, constantly stroking her. She came suddenly, violently, her body bucking under him. He could feel her pussy clenching tightly around him. He lost control even more. He slammed into her, over and over, his heavy balls pounding against her clit. She came again, harder still, screaming his name. His own orgasm hit, like a freight train. He bellowed, a deep, guttural groan, and filled her with his creamy cum. His big body jerked again, then again, until they both slid to the floor, panting heavily. She rolled over on her back, laughing softly. "Round two, Tom..."