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Hot for Teacher

By: Lady_Kieffer



It was four months until the end of my senior year, and I had struggled all year to keep my moderate grade average up. I really loved all my teachers, but one made me furious. Mr. Davis was always writing comments on my exams about how I should know this, correcting all my spelling errors with bright red ink on my essays, and he would make comments to me while handing back my test like, "You need to study Miss McCall." No matter how hard I tried, I could never be good enough. I needed to pull this grade up if I had any chance of getting into the college of my choice. I was set to take the SAT's in a couple of weeks, and my stress levels were to the max. I really needed to do something extreme. 

I decided that I needed to approach Mr. Davis, and see if he'd work with me to help pull my grades up. Maybe he could even give me some extra credit assignments, or better yet, help me in the areas where I was weakest after school. I entered the chemistry lab, and found him leaned over his desk grading our latest pop quizzes. I know I'm going to bomb on that one, cause I spent the better part of last night studying for my history exam this morning, instead. 

"Mr. Davis, can I have a moment of your time please?" He was startled as I spoke, and when he looked up at me, he was almost shocked to see me there. 

"Oh, Miss McCall, I didn't hear you come in. Sure, what can I do for you?" He motioned with his hand to have a seat in one of the student desk in front of him, but I ignored it and walked right up to stand in front of him.

"Mr. Davis, I have been struggling with my grades in this class. I have A's in all of my other classes, but I can't seem to get my grade above a C in yours. I really need to pull my grade up if I have any hopes of getting in a great college, and I'm asking if you'll help me. I can do extra assignments, or if you'll help tutor me after school, I'd really appreciate it. Please, Mr. Davis? I'll do anything." I sat down on the corner of his desk, and I could see he was uncomfortable having me so close to him. 

"Mr. Davis, I promise not to waste your time. I'll even help straighten the classroom, and put lab equipment away in return for your time. Please?" 

He leaned back in his chair, and seemed to consider the idea. I stood back up, and straighten my skirt. Looking in his eyes for any signs of hope. I could hear the audible sign escape his lips, and he lean forward again picking up a piece of paper and pen. 

He started writing down something, and said, "This is my phone number, and the address to my workshop in town. I sometimes do classes during the summer, or on weekends for college students." He handed me the paper, "If for some reason you can't show up for our sessions, call me and save me a drive across town. Come back here after school tomorrow and help me pick up, and I'll meet you there at 5:30." He turned back toward the quizzes on his desk, dismissing me. I was too excited to just leave quietly as he had hoped. I let out a yelp, and grabbed him around the neck, and gave him a quick hug, and spontaneously gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, before I skipped out of the room. If I had bothered to turn around, I would have caught his flush face, and his eyes watching my skirt fly up and down as I was skipping out of the room. I was wearing a thong that day, so I'm sure he got a good look at my shapely buns.

My math class seemed to take forever the next day. I looked up at the clock again, 2:45. Will this day never end? I told my mom that I was going to the library after school to study with a group of friends because I knew she have a hissy fit if I told her I'd be alone with one of my teachers. I had to pull this grade up, and I couldn't allow her to step in and ruin my future, and technically speaking, I was studying. The bell finally rang, and I gathered my books up, and ran to my locker. I grabbed my chemistry book, and headed toward the science lab. He was sitting right where I had left him in fifth period. Did the man ever get out from behind his desk? 

He looked up as I entered this time, and immediately motion me to pick books up off the desk. "Start with those, and then gather up the beakers from the lab tables, and wash them out at the sink. Make sure you pour the liquids out carefully into the water stream at the sink like I taught you." 

I nodded, and sat my things down, and went to work. The silence in the room was comforting after all the noise my fellow students made leaving school that Friday. After I had stacked the books on the bookshelf, I gathered up three of the beakers in my arms and make my way toward the sink. He saw me coming towards the sink with all three, and jumped up to stop me. 

"Don't you know anything! Only handle one at a time please! These beakers hold chemicals that could burn holes into your skin." 

He reached over and grabbed two of them, accidentally brushing his hand against my breast. He froze when he did, and then clearing his throat, he turned to sit the beakers easily onto the countertop near the sink. When he turned back to me, he could see the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. 

"Please, just be careful," he said in frustration. He turned back toward his desk and sat down, and grunted as he scooted his chair back under it. He didn't look at me again.

I quickly wiped my eyes, and went back to work on the beakers taking my time pouring the liquids out into the cool water spilling into the sink. Once I had finished the last of them, I grabbed a wet wash cloth from behind the sink and wiped down the tables. Today I wore my fitted jeans, and a tank top with a bra built in. As I leaned over the tables I could see my cleavage showing more and more, and my tank top had risen up so that my belly button was exposed. Since my hands were soaking wet from the wash cloth, I couldn't straighten my shirt without getting it wet. I walked toward the sink to rinse it out, and stopped when I notice Mr. Davis starring at my chest. Something fluttered in my tummy, and for the first time ever, I could feel myself getting wet. 

I was an average looking girl, and because I spent so much time studying, I never had time for a boyfriend. I promised myself that I would go to college before I let boys become a diversion. This feeling was overwhelming, and I was kind of flattered, and even confused that my teacher would look at me that way. He didn't say a word as he watch me walk over to sink and rinse the cloth out and fold it neatly next to the sink. I grabbed a paper towel, and wiped my hands off. 

"I'm done Mr. Davis, is there anything else you need me to do?" I asked, as I was turning back around. 

He was packing up briefcase, and he didn't even bother to look up when he said, "No, that will be all. I'll see you tonight." 

I straighten my shirt and walked over to where my things sat. I gathered my book and my knapsack, and headed out the door without looking back. I can't believe I not only let him feel my breast, but gave him a broads eye view of my cleavage, and belly. This was Mr. Davis for god sake, and I'm acting like a little Lolita. 

I walked into the old building that was Mr. Davis's workshop right at 5:28. I knew he was there, because his Ford Bronco was parked outside. I stopped on the way, to pick up something to eat, and tried to calm down after acting so badly this afternoon. He probably thinks I'm such a idiot. I found him standing at the window of one of his rooms facing me. There wasn't a desk in this room, just a long table and some chairs. 

"Hi again!" I said smiling, hoping to ease some of the tension. 

"Hi M.J., come on in and have a seat." He motion toward the table, and walked over quickly to pulled a chair out for me. We sat side by side, and he pulled a folder out of his briefcase. "I figured we'd start with some formula conversions, since on your last pop quiz you missed about every one." I groaned because he had noticed. 

"I just don't know what I'm doing wrong. I set up the equation, and somewhere down the line I mess it up." He put the paper in front of me, and we work diligently through the problems. I was surprised that he was so patient with me. I finally sat back satisfied that I had finally figured it out. 

He grinned over at me, "See? It's not that hard once you get the hang of it. We'll work on quantum theories now. He reached back over into his briefcase, and pulled out another folder. My mouth went dry as I watch the muscles in his back ripple as he moved. 

"Do you work out Mr. Davis?" Where the hell did that question come from? 

He turned back to me with a question in his eyes, "Yeah, when I get the time. I play tennis mostly. Why do you ask?" 

I couldn't help myself. I reached over and ran my hand down his back. "I just noticed how in shape you are for your...uh, age." 

I could hear him suck in his breath as my hand traveled down his spine. "You really shouldn't do things like that, or say THINGS like that to me M.J." He stood up, and backed away. "Maybe, we better save this for tomorrow. It's 8:00 now. You better go home." 

He reached over and picked up the folders, and crammed them into his briefcase. "Why don't we meet here tomorrow at the same time? Your parents won't care if you're here right?" 

I stood up, and pulled my car keys from my pocket and lied. "Oh no, I live with my mom, and she knows I need to pull my grade up. She won't care. I'll be here tomorrow." I blush slightly, "I'm really sorry Mr. Davis, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just really nervous I guess, and I tend to say things out of place." 

He looked me in the eyes to see whether or not I was telling the truth, and nodded, "It's okay M.J. Just remember I'm still your teacher, and I'm just here to help you with your grade." I blushed, and turned and started for the door. 

"Wait! I'll walk you to your car. This isn't the best neighborhood, and I don't want anything to happen to you." He ran up beside me, and we quietly walked out. I waited for him to lock the doors, and he walked me over to my car. "Drive safely," he said as he closed my car door. He stood there and watch me drive off. 

That night my dreams were filled with thoughts of Mr. Davis, doing things to me that I so desperately wanted him to do. I laid there in bed touching myself, making my pussy hot and wet. I wanted him.

I got up the next morning feeling slightly faint. I made myself cum so many times, I barely had enough energy to stand. I ate a hearty breakfast, and went about doing my household choirs. Five o'clock couldn't come soon enough. I showered and changed into my pink plaid short skirt, and put on a buttoned-up white blouse. It looked really cute on me, and I had pink flats to go with it. I fluffed up my hair, so that my curls tumbled down my back. I told mom bye, and drove into town. He's car was already there as usual. I doubt he was ever late for anything. I walked into the classroom, and on the long table sat several beakers, and test tubes. Five dark bottles of liquids and powders sat on the end. I guess we are doing an experiment today. I always loved doing those. I grin ear to ear as he walk through the door behind me. He was wearing khaki shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt. His hair was cut shorter, and was spiked up. 

"You look more like a beach bum, than a chemistry teacher Mr. Davis." 

He laughed, "Do you like it? I had it cut today." 

I pretended to survey him with my finger against my lip. 

"Hum, well let me see." I walked around him, taking in the nice shapely butt he sported. As I faced him again, he was wearing a look of amusement. "Oh, yeah! You're hot!" I said with all seriousness. 

He laughed and turned me around to face the table he had set up. "Today Miss McCall, we will be doing a little experiment that will be mentioned on my final exam. You were absent that day, so you'll need to do it." I was very surprised he remembered this, and grateful that he was taking the time to allow me to perform it. He walked me through it, and I was ecstatic when the results turned out right for a change. My lab partner tended to bundle up our experiments goofing off.

"I can't believed it worked. Finally, something I did right! Thanks Mr. Davis, I owe you." 

He nodded, "You're welcome, M.J." 

We gathered up the material to put away, and I carried the beaker of solution over to the sink. I must have tripped, cause the next thing I knew, I had the solution all over my shirt. Mr. Davis didn't hesitate. Before I knew what was happening, my shirt, bra, and skirt were off of me, and he had me standing in the emergency shower with cold water running down my near naked body. His hands rubbing all over my neck, breast, and stomach trying to get the solution off of me. I could feel a slight sting on my skin even against the cold water. When finally he was satisfied that the reaction was over, he turned the shower off and looked me in the eyes. 

"Are you all right? Does it hurt?" 

I shook my head, "It stings a little, but it's better now." I could feel my nipples hardened. I'm normally really shy, and by this time, I would have crossed my arms over my erect nipples, but I stood there with my arms at my side starring up at him. He glance down, and notice my perky nipples. I could see his clothes were also wet from the spray, and his Hawaiian shirt was plastered against his chest, outlining the muscles that I had guessed were under there. 

Without thinking, I reached over and touch him. "Your shirts all wet. I'm so sorry Mr. Davis." 

He didn't speak, he just stepped back and search the room for something to dry us off with. He spotted some in one of the cabinets, and walked over and grabbed a few. They were too small to wrap around me, but he took several, and began to dry me off. He started with my neck, and worked his way down. He kneeled down onto one knee and rubbed my legs dry, then slowly moved up. His head was level with my underwear, and when he glanced up, I could see the fire burning in them. 

"You better take these off." 

When I just stood there in stun silence, he reached over and pulled them down for me. I stepped out of them as they fell around my feet, but still made no further movement to cover myself, or say anything. I just continued to look down at him. He didn't move either. He was still on his knees in front of me, just staring at what makes me a woman. He looked back up at me, and let out a groan. He must have saw the lust in my eyes, because I felt his hands around my waist pulling me closer to him. His face brushed against my belly, and his breath warmed me. 

"Tell me to stop. God please, M.J., tell me to stop." My only answer was to run my fingers through his newly cut hair. 

His breath quicken, and I felt the tiniest kisses on my belly. They slowly traveled downward, and I could feel my own heartbeat coming out of my chest. My hands tighten around his head as his breath touched the heart of me. When I felt the tip of his tongue taste me, I gasped and reacted by spreading my legs apart. He quickly took the opportunity to close his whole mouth onto me, drawing my clit into his mouth. I could barely stand from the shivers that was racking my body. I felt his fingers spread my lips apart, and his tongue gliding down my slit, and then deep inside of me. 

"Oh god, you taste so good. I've been wanting to do this since you walked into my classroom yesterday afternoon." 

He felt my knees start to buckle, and he stood up and caught me. He carried me to an empty table, and sat me down on the edge. He wrapped his large hands around my head and tilted it back. He whispered, my name before he leaned down and kissed me. He tasted and teased my lips with his tongue, I gasped as he pulled me closer slipping his tongue into my mouth. I reach around and grabbed his head, pulling him closer still. My breast rubbed against his wet shirt and a chill ran down my spine. I reached up and undid his shirt one button at a time. When I had them all undone, I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and pressed my breast up against him. He groaned loudly, and bent his head down to take one of the pink nipples into his mouth. He nipped and sucked, until I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled his head back up and closed my lips over his. I could feel his fingers probing my pussy. He spread the lips apart, and slid one of his fingers up inside of me. 

"Oh god, you're so wet, so ready for me." 

My fingers went to his shorts, and made quick work at the button and zipper. I pulled both shorts and boxers off with one jerk. He stood erect and hard before me. I had seen pictures of penis's in my biology book, but never had I imagine something would look so beautiful to me. I circled my hand around him, and he jerked in response. I held on, and lowered my head to him. I wanted to see what he taste like. My lips closed around his member, and he hands gripped my shoulder. 

"M.J! Oh, god yes!" I sucked him all the way into my mouth, and slid my tongue around him, then pulled back and did it again. I could feel it quivering in my mouth, and a salty flavor teasing my tongue. He jerked back from me, and I could hear him breathing hard. 

"I'm not ready to cum yet. Lie back." I looked up into his flush face, and laid back against the cold table. 

He dropped to his knees once more and took my clit into his mouth. I wiggled, and squirmed until I could feel an explosion inside of me. 

"Oh my!" I gasped.

My body rocked against his lips, and when the shudder had past, he was standing once more over me. I felt him lift my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist as he scooted me back against him. I felt the head of his penis between my pussy's lips, and it slowly slipped barely inside, and then back out again. 

"Have you ever done this before?" He asked harshly. His eyes met mine, and I shook my head unable to say anything. "God, M.J. I wish I could stop, but I'm too far gone now. I have to have you." 

He eased in further, drawing a gasp from me. I could feel him pressing against the membrane of my virginity. He stopped there, and just held himself still trying to get control. He lean over and touch my breast. He pinched my nipples and rubbed them until they were hard again. I couldn't tolerate the pressure, so I lifted my hips slightly. I could feel the membrane give way, and he groaned as he immediately slid further in. 

"Oh god!" He pulled back, and slid in again, going even deeper. "You're so tight! Am I hurting you?" 

I moaned, "No. Oh please, I need...I need." I couldn't get it out, he felt so damn good. 

I lifted my hips to meet each thrust, but it was difficult with him holding my legs. I slid myself down a little, and braced my feet against the edge of the table. I propelled my hips up even higher, and I felt him slide all the way in. He quickly pulled back, and pushed back in. His balls were bouncing on my ass, spanking me as he began pumping into me. I felt him growing inside me, and I tighten my muscle around him. 

He cried out, "I'm going to cum, baby! Come with me!" 

He pushed in one last time and stay there deep inside of me. I let out a scream of joy, as I felt a second explosion erupt inside of me. He grunted and cried out too, and I felt our juices flowing down my ass. He stayed still until his weak dick fell out of me. He pulled a chair under him, and sat down with a plop. Then reached over, and pulled me on top of him. He sat there holding me, running his hand up and down my body trying to warm me up. 

"M.J., we have to somehow dry our clothes. It's getting late, and your mom will be worried about you." I let out a sign hoping to make the moment last longer, but he finally lifted my head and kissed me softly. "Come on, there's a dryer in the basement." 

He stood up and set me aside. I wrapped my arms around my chest this time. I started shivering from the lack of his heat. We rung out clothes out in the shower basin, and headed to the basement. He put our clothes in the dryer, then pulled me up against him. 


Hot for Teacher



"Do you regret it?" He stared down into my eyes worried.

"No. I don't regret it Mr. Davis. It was wonderful." I smiled up at him with sleepy eyes. He brushed my hair out of my face, then pulled me into a bear hug. 

"God M.J, you were wonderful, and under the circumstances, I think you should call me by my first name, Chris." 

I muffled out, "Yes Chris." 

He kissed me on top of my head, and we stood there wrapped in each others arms quietly, until the buzzer from the dryer went off. We put our clothes back on, and headed back up the stairs. I grabbed my keys and purse, and turned toward him awkwardly. 

"Same time tomorrow?" 

He couldn't bring himself to say anything, so he just nodded, got me into my car, and watched me drive away. 

Sunday morning I woke up sore all over. I was a happy though. I stretched like a cat and rolled out of bed. My chest was still pink from the chemical spill yesterday, and I cringed when I touch it. It felt like a really bad sunburn without the benefit of an after tan. I took a shower and put on my favorite pair of jeans and an old T-shirt. I couldn't wait until this afternoon. My mom was off to yard sales this morning with her sister, so I snacked on some fruit and starred at the phone. I wanted to call him. I messed about in my room, picking up books, and making my bed. I could see the spot in the middle of the mattress from last nights dreams. I gave up to the urge, and went to call him. 

"Hello?" His voice was still groggy from sleep, but he sounded so sexy to me. 

"Hi Chris, it's me." 

I listen for a response, but finally he said, "Hang on a moment." I heard him shuffling around in the background, "Okay, I'm back. How are you feeling today?" 

I smiled at his concern. "I'm still pretty sore. My chest is bright pink, but I think it will be okay." 

"You really should be more careful in the lab. That could have been a lot worse."

"I know, but I couldn't help it. I slipped. Thanks for taking care of me though."

He was silent for a moment. "M.J. I've been thinking about what happened. I shouldn't have done that. I can't tell you how sorry I am for letting it get out of control. I just saw you standing there, and...I lost my head. There's no excuse for it. You're a minor, and I should be a responsible adult. We didn't use protection, so you could be pregnant. I don't think we should do it again. I really care about you, and want you to have a promising future, and a baby and a relationship with me would really mess that up for you, but know I'm here for you." 

I sat in stunned silence listening to him, and finally realizing what we did might not be a good thing. 

"Umm, okay. I didn't even think about it." He let out a sigh of relief. 

"Yeah, there is a lot for you to think about. I don't think we should meet tonight. Maybe, you should take this time to think about what happened, and you let me know what you want to do. If you are pregnant, I want you to tell me." 

He hung up after a short goodbye, and I sat there with tears running down my face. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. The thoughts of being pregnant horrified me. I spent the day in deep depression, but one thought kept running in my head. I wouldn't change a thing. Yesterday was just too damn special. 

Monday morning came too fast, and I was nervous about facing him. The fifth period bell rang, and I entered the classroom. He was writing equations on the board, and I was glad that I didn't have to face him. I sat in my regular seat, and watched as he finished up with the last problem. He turned then to face us. 

"This week we will be reviewing what we've learn thus far. On the board are several equations that I want you to write down and solve. They will need to be turned in before the end of class. Mid terms are next Friday, so it will be a good idea if everyone studies hard this week. Okay, get to it." He met my eyes briefly, and sat down at his desk. 

He concentrated on grading the stack of papers at his desk, so I let out a breath, and started writing down my equations. I surprised myself by finishing first, but I wasn't about to get up and turn it in...yet. I waited until the bell had rung, and slowly gathered up my things. I waited until everyone had left before picking up my assignment, and started walking toward his desk. He looked up, and our eyes met. I handed him my paper, and with one last long look, I turned and started walking toward the door. 

"Miss McCall, are you coming by this afternoon? I may need help putting away some equipment?" I turned around to stare at him in confusion, but just nodded my head before I walked out the door. 

My math class went by fast, and before I knew it, I was back inside the science lab. 

"Shut the door." 

I saw him sitting at his desk watching me enter. I turned and shut the door, then walk over to the counter and set my knapsack down. He stood up and walked over to stand in front of me. 

"Are you alright?" 

I couldn't stop the tears that started to run down my cheeks, so I shook my head, because I couldn't answer. He reached over and drew me to him. 

"Don't cry sweetheart. It's going to be okay." 

I wrapped my arms around him, and couldn't help releasing the sob I was holding back. He just stood there and held me, and let me cry. I leaned back suddenly, and reach up to capture his lips. He didn't push me away, instead he pulled me near, and feasted on my lips. My tears stopped flowing, and I started getting wet in an entirely different area. He stepped back suddenly putting distance between us. 

"We can't do that here. Someone might see. Let's get this place cleaned up and get out of here." 

We worked quickly putting the test tubes, beakers, Bunsen burners, and thermometers away. I was careful not to spill anything this time. He walked me to my car and told me to go straight to his workshop. I pulled into the parking lot minutes later, but he hadn't gotten there yet. I walked up to the door, and waited for him. 

Fifteen minutes later, I saw his Bronco pull up next to my car. He got out, and walked over to open the door. 

"Sorry I'm late, I had to stop by the store. Come on, we've got some talking to do." 

I followed him into the classroom, and sat down beside him. I hadn't yet met his eyes, I was worried that he would tell me that we wouldn't be able to see each other any more. I stared at the floor and listened to him talk. 

"I wanted to make sure we would have some time for you to study after we had our talk. I brought some practice test for you to do tonight if you have the chance. I'll be able to give you extra credit for them on your next test. I also needed to congratulate you on the assignment today. You aced them." I finally glance up at him, and smiled. 

"I was the first one finished, I just wanted to be the last one to turn it in." 

He smiled back down at me. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt today, with a piney cologne of some kind. I ended up wearing my favorite jeans, and a light blue baggy T-shirt. My hair was pulled back on top of my head, and I had put on very little make-up this morning. Not my best look, but he didn't seem to notice. 

"How's your chest today?" I unthinkingly reach up and ran my hands over it. 

"It's much better today. It's almost gone. Do you want to see?" I almost slapped my forehead at what had just came out of my mouth. "I mean...never mind." 

I was blushing furiously. Before I could die in my embarrassment, he reach over and tugged my shirt up. My bra was pastel pink with lacy trim, and I was wearing a pair of matching low cut panties. He touched the dry patchy areas were the chemical burn was, and lower my shirt back down. 

"It's looking better. Try not to put any kind of lotion on it though. It might irritate it. You don't have to be shy around me M.J. I'm not going to jump you. I'd like to think that I have more control than that." He turned and put his arms up on the table.. "M.J. have you thought more about what happened honey?" 

I swallowed before answering, "Yes Mr. Davis. I have. I don't regret that it happened, and I really hope that I'm not...pregnant, but what happened was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. I'm never going to forget it. I know that you're my teacher, but right now I want to learn so much more than basic chemistry from you, that is, if you'd be willing to teach me." 

I reached over and ran my hand over his leg and started kissing his neck. He groaned out loud, and reached over and pulled me to him kissing my lips, and putting his tongue deep into my mouth. His hands move up to cup my breast, and before I knew it my bra and shirt were gone, and he had pulled me onto his lap. He was greedily sucking on my nipples. I straddle him in the chair, and press up against him. I felt his erection against the center of me, and couldn't wait too have him inside. Yeah, this feels like home.

I stood up and removed the rest of my clothing, and made him stand so he could do the same. He was breathing hard, and I could see him struggling with what was happening again. 

"Wait! We can't do this again. It's not right." He looked down at me and gulped. "M.J. we need to grasp reality here. I'm your teacher, and even though I want nothing more than to taste you again right now, you need to think things through." 

He bent over to retrieve my clothing and handed them to me. He walked over to the window to stare out, giving me privacy. I put on my clothes, but all the while tears kept streaming down my face. The rejection was too much for me to handle. As soon as I tugged my shirt on, I turned to leave. He must have realized that I was leaving, and he went to grabbed me before I got to the door. 

"You can't leave just yet. You asked me to help you, and I'm going to do just that. Sweetheart, we need to get you back on track, and I need to make sure that I haven't stolen what chance you have for a future." He kissed my forehead, and walked me back to the table. "Come on, I have to go through these with you. They're going to be on the final." 

For the remainder of the time we spent together that night, we managed to get past the hormones, and finish my studies without incident. The next day, he gave a pop quiz in class. I was prepared from the study session, so I know I aced this one too. I was grateful, at least, that he stopped me from leaving. 

After school, I showed up as usual and without saying anything, I started picking up books and restacking them on shelves, and started putting away lab supplies. I had started my period this morning, so I relieve his mind on that subject, but he didn't say much else. He helped me dry out the last of the beakers, and before I left, he told me that we would meet at 5:30 tonight. I showed up only to see him standing outside in the parking lot next to his Bronco. 

"Come on, I need to show you something." We got in his truck and headed out of town into one of the more popular hiking spots. 

"What are we doing here?" 

He just looked over at me and smiled, "You'll see." 

We got out of the truck and started up one of the trails. About a quarter of a mile in, he pulled me off the trail, and down an embankment. It lead to one of the most prettiest spots I've ever seen. We stood on a huge rock above a small creek that swirled in a deep pool, before trickling down stream again, there were butterflies everywhere. Most of them rested on the rock at our feet, but some were fluttering around our heads. 

"Oh wow! How do you know about this place? It's beautiful!" He motion for me to sit down, and we could see the sun close to setting in the distance. Thankfully it was still warm out, but the chill coming off the creek made me shiver. 

"I was out hiking with a friend of mine who likes fishing, and he happen to run up on this spot. He marked one to the trees on the trail so that we could find it again. I come here sometimes to just think. It's also one of the most beautiful places to watch a sunset." 

I looked at him in confusion, "So why did you bring me here?" 

He just stared off into the distance, "I figured you could use a change in the setting, plus I wanted to get to know you better." 

I took this as a good sign, and leaned over and snuggled into him for warmth. 

"Thank you. It's lovely. What would you like to know about me?" 

We talked until the sun was almost gone, and then started back home. I told him about my dream of becoming a doctor, and he confessed that he had wanted to be one too. I talked about my dream of leaving town and settling somewhere near the coast. He didn't seem to like that idea, but didn't say anything. We talked about our favorite foods, colors, and what we do when we're bored. He told me one of his favorite hobbies is tossing darts, and I expressed an interest in learning how to play. We couldn't stop laughing about how I had wanted to dye my hair last Halloween, and I ended up making it green instead. I found out that both his parents had passed away last year, and how he had been married before. He realized that I had a horrible sense of humor, and laughed at my jokes anyway, even though they were corny. By the time he had driven me back to my car, I was completely in love with him.

The next day was hump day, and I was still a little sleepy from our late night. My mom told me this morning that this Friday, she was planning on going out of town with her new boyfriend, and wouldn't get back until Tuesday next week. She invited me along, but I told her I had too much studying to do. So she arranged for her sister to check on me. Thankfully, they both trusted me to stay at home alone, and made me promise to call if I needed anything. I was hoping that I could spend the weekend with Chris. I had made an appointment with the health department to get birth control pills this afternoon, so that I wouldn't have to worry again, about getting pregnant. I think both Chris and I knew that it was just a matter of time before it happens again. 

I arrived late to class, and thankfully, he just gave me a harsh stare, but didn't say anything. He handed back our pop quizzes, and I was thrilled to see a smiley face on mine. At least I had achieved what I had hoped for, but now I wanted so much more. 

After school, he didn't have much to do, so we met up after my appointment, and took off together to grab some fast food, and this time we ended up at his house. He sat me down in the kitchen, and we went over a few more chemistry problems. After we had finished, it was still early, so we snuggled on his couch watching T.V. I was enjoying our time together more and more. It felt right, even though in the back of my mind, I knew the risk he was taking getting involved with me. 

Friday morning, I was please that I was ending my period. I wanted to be ready for anything this weekend. I hadn't bothered to tell Chris that my mom was out of town. I wanted to surprise him. I put on my short pink plaid skirt, and a pale pink tank top since my white shirt was ruined from the chemical splatter. I recently bought some thigh high white stockings, and rolled them up my long legs. It was almost 5:30, and we agreed to just meet at his house tonight. I wore a pair of thin lacy panties and high heels. I might have looked innocent in that outfit, but it was made for seduction. When he opened his door, his jaw hit the ground. 

"Hi. Come on in." I walk through the door making sure to swing my hips. He stood holding the door staring after me. "Should I be worried?" 

I turned around slowly, and grinned, "Oh yeah, be very scared." 

He close the door, but didn't take his eyes off of me. He moved toward me, but stopped about a foot away. "You look...well...you look very beautiful, and incredibly sexy, but I guess you know that?" I just continue to grin. "Well uh, I guess we could skip tonight's lessons, and uh just watch a movie or something." 

I strolled up to him making sure not to break eye contact. "That sounds wonderful Mr. Davis. What would you like to watch?" 

He turned just then and started toward the entertainment center. As he went down the list of movie titles, I settled myself onto his couch. We decided on a comedy, so he started it before heading toward the kitchen to get us something to drink. I was surprised when he came back carrying a glass of wine for both of us. 

"Here, I know you're eighteen, but a glass of wine won't hurt you. Just make sure you sip it slowly." 

I took a sip and felt the liquid burn down my throat. It was good, but a little dry. He settled in next to me, and we tried to watched the movie, but it was hard to concentrate with him sitting so close. His arm stretched over my shoulder, and his hands caressed the exposed skin there. I felt my panties starting to get wet. I leaned over and kissed his neck just below his ear. I ran my tongue over his lobes lightly, and decided it was time to give him the good news. 

"You know, my mom and her boyfriend took off this weekend. I'm going to be home alone until Tuesday." 

His big eye turned to me in surprise, and I took the opportunity to capture his lips with mine. I thought he was going to push me away at first, but instead he pulled me closer. He broke off the kiss long enough to take our glasses and set them on the end table. I climbed on top of him, and kissed him for all I was worth. God, how I had miss this. I wanted so bad to taste him. I slid off his lap, and kneeled in front of him. I undid his jeans, and pulled them and his underwear down. He leaned up so that they slid off effortless to the floor. My hands circled around his member. It was hard and soft at the same time, pressing into my hand. I leaned forward and closed my pink lips around him. He leaned back and groaned with pleasure. 

"Oh sweetheart! That feels so good." 

I took his whole length down my throat to the point I was about to gag, then back up to the tip, and repeated the motion. He watched me with half closed eyes. I sucked and licked until he was shaking with need. He stood up and reach down to pull me into a standing position. 

"Let's go to my room." 

He lead us down the hall into a room where a king size bed had a blue quilt thrown over it. It didn't look all that macho which surprised me. He was all male. He pulled me over in front of him, and sat me on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and kissed me hard while his hands reached under my skirt to remove my panties. He then lowered the straps of my tank top, and exposed my breast. He cupped them into his hands, and teased the nipples hard. I saw him drop to his knees and return the service I had perform earlier on him. His breath tickled my thighs as he spread my legs open. He closed his lips over my clit, and ran his tongue all over it. He took turns teasing my clit, and running his tongue up and down and in and out of my slit. I reached down to grab his head, and move him in the direction that felt best. It wasn't too long before I was crying out in ecstasy. He stood up quickly, and opened the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a condom. Then he pushed me further up onto the bed. He kissed my lips, teasing my tongue with his own. I could taste myself on him, and I was so turned on by it. He spread my legs apart with his knees, and enter me in one quick action. I arched my back in reaction allowing him to sink deeper. He grabbed my hips, and held himself there. 

"Do you want this M.J? Is that why you came over here tonight?" He held my hips firm to prevent me from moving. 

"Yes." I breath out softly. 

He wanted more, "Why do you want this M.J.? Tell me!" 

I closed my eyes in frustration, "I want you, isn't that enough. You make me want you." I opened my eyes and stared up at him with all the lust that I was feeling. "Do you want me Mr. Davis? Is that why I'm here?" 




Hot for Teacher



He lifted my legs up higher and sank even deeper. "God yes! I can't stop thinking about you. My nights are consumed with wanting you. I tried so hard to just think of you as my student, but my body and soul can only think of you as mine." 

He let my legs go and leaned over to suck on my breast. He still didn't move, and I was still unable to gain leverage to gyrate my hips against him. I was groaning as the pressure started to build. 

"Please! Take me, make me yours." I pleaded. 

He withdrew then and then drove back into me hard. He pulled out slowly, and then dove in once again. It was driving me crazy. I wanted more friction. I reach around him and grabbed his ass, and pull him hard into me, lifting my hips to meet every thrust. He pounded into me for what seemed like hours giving me orgasm after orgasm. Finally, he thrust into me one last time, and accepted his own release. He stayed there gasping for a few minutes before raising his head to stare into my eyes. I reached up to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and traced the lines of his face with my fingers. My heart filled with love, and the words slipped from my lips. He looked guilty for a second, before standing up and walking into his bathroom. When he came back, I was sitting up and in the process of putting my underwear back on. He pulled them from my hands, and threw them across the room. 

"You don't need those tonight. Can you stay? Or will someone miss you?" I giggled at his toss, since they wound up on the corner of his dresser mirror. 

"Yes, I can stay. My aunt said she'd call me tomorrow evening. I'll need to go home before then, but I can come back." 

He nodded, and put us under the covers, and then turned out the lights. He pulled me near, so that my ass fitted into him. I could feel his limp dick against me. I wiggled my ass around, and in a few seconds it was hard again. I laughed when I felt it grow larger between my legs. 

"You are insatiable," he whispered into my ear. 

I rocked back against him until he couldn't take it anymore, and he reached down between our bodies, and inserted himself into my moist heat. 

"Now, shake that ass," he whispered. That's just what I did. I rocked back onto him until I heard him groan. I wanted something more this time. I had read some erotica over the past few days, and really wanted to try something. I reach down to wrap his cock in my palm, and pulled it up until it's smooth tip pressed into my ass. 

He froze instantly, and whispered into my ear, "Are you sure?" 

I press back even more so that half the tip was already in and moaned with pleasure, "Oh yes, fuck my ass." 

He slowly rotated between my ass and my pussy, so that I was nice and lubed in that area. At last, he was able to plunge into the depth of my luscious ass cheeks. He grabbed a hold of my hips and wasn't able to stop himself. He viciously fucked my ass, and within minutes, he had me cumming all over myself. 

"Oh yes baby, that felt so damn good. Cum in me baby, I want to feel your dick throbbing inside me." He rolled me over onto my belly, while he was still deep inside me, and reached around me to grab hold of my breast. My face was slammed down into the mattress, as he fucked me with all his might. 

"Oh sweet girl, you're so fucking tight!" I reached down to finger myself and seconds later I was cumming once more. "Baby, fuck! Did you just cum again? Oh, yes, sweetheart, I'm going to cum now." 

He filled my ass with his wad until it was dripping out. His dick slid out with a plop, and thank the lord he was in my ass, because we both forgot about protection again. He rolled us back to our side, and reached over to grab a tissue to clean us up with. 

"That was awesome," I said, "Can we do that again sometime?" 

Tired from the exertion, I was asleep before long. 

The next morning when I woke up, I was somewhat startled to discover that I was in a strange bed, with strong arms wrapped around me. I looked over my shoulder to see the man that I love snoring softly against his pillow. I unwrapped his arms from around me, and scooted off the bed. I use the bathroom, and then freshen up at the sink. This was pure heaven. It was going to be hard to go home today. I slip my panties off the dresser mirror, and put them on, and reached over and instead of slipping into my tank top, I grab his T-shirt, and pull it over my head. It smelled like his cologne, and I couldn't help but sniff it. I wondered into the kitchen and found the makings for waffles, so I decide to fix him breakfast in bed. 

I had just pulled out the first of the waffles when I heard, "So there you are. What are you doing?" 

I turned around and grinned, "Making you breakfast. How does waffles sound?" 

He walked over and stood behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me up behind him. "I can think of something I'd like better." Seeing her stand there in his T-shirt and undies was making him crazy. He tiled her head up and kissed her hard. 

"Good morning," I whispered. 

He picked me up and walked me over to sit on the edge of the table. The maple syrup and butter sat beside me, and he grinned broadly. I could see his eyes twinkling, and I knew I was in trouble. He pulled my T-shirt over my head, then lifted me up and pulled off my underwear. 

"I'm very hungry." 

He walked over and grabbed the waffle I had just fixed, pushed me down on the table, and plopped it down on my chest. I could feel the warmth of it heating up my breast. He then reached down, and grabbed the syrup, and started spreading it over the top of the waffle, then let it trickle down my tummy before he filled up my bellybutton. He let some fall between my legs before recapping it, and setting it aside. He reached up and tore a piece of the waffle apart dabbing the tip inside my bellybutton. I had leaned up onto my elbows and was watching him. He lifted the treat up to my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around the warm treat and licked at his fingers. He groaned loudly, and pulled his fingers out to let me chew. 

"Excuse me now while I have mine." He pulled a chair up to sit between my legs, and went about feasting on my tender pussy. I threw my head back enjoying the caress. The warm waffle at some point slide off my chest, and landed near my hand. I looked down at it, then down at the brown head bobbing up and down between my legs. I was really hungry, so I leaned back and picked up the waffle, and feasted on it while he had his fun. Once I had reached my orgasm, he licked his way up my chest cleaning up the sticky sweetness. 

"You've made a sticky mess, haven't you honey?" He said, and was grinning ear to ear when he reached my lips. He reached up to tilt my head to receive kisses. I could taste a mixture of musky sweetness on them. God I love it when I can taste me on him. He picked me up again, and carried me to his bathroom. He sat me down and turned the shower on. When he was happy with the temperature, he reached out and grabbed my hand. As we showered, we washed each other down with soap, taking the time to fondle each other along the way. He took his time to gentle clean my twat, until I was almost to a climax. He reached over and turned the shower off, and we both stepped out. He grabbed a towel and began to dry me off. I was getting a little frustrated, so I reached down and encircled his dick with my hand. 

"I want you now!" 

He chuckled, and said, "Whatever you want baby." He bent me over until my arms where resting near the sink. He reached over and pulled a condom out of the drawer, and I could him he sliding it on. He slid his hard dick all the way into me, and leaned against my back so that he could fondle my breast. "God, you feels so good. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you." He pumped my pussy until I was screaming again in heat. I could feel him pressing into my back as he thrust into me hard and cry out in release. 

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As I was driving home, I was thinking how wonderful I felt. I was completely in love with a wonderful man, who made me feel so sexy and alive. I couldn't wait to get back to his house. I first had to get some clothes together, then I'll call my aunt and check in with her, so I could take off again.

As soon as I pulled into the drive, I could see that Chris had company. There was a silver Thunderbird sitting in the drive behind his Bronco. I wasn't sure what to do at this point, since I was still technically his student, and he was my teacher. I didn't want to get him into trouble. I saw my book bag sitting in the back seat, so I grabbed it and hooked it over my shoulder. Leaving my duffle bag in the car, I decided to take my chances that it was a friend inside and not a foe. When he answered the doorbell, he was smiling and motioned me inside. 

"Hi M.J. I want you to meet a friend of mine, Blake." His friend was slightly shorter than him, but had a nicely built physique. "I was just telling him about you." He caught my eye and winked. "M.J. is my new girlfriend. She's a college student taking course at my workshop in the evenings." So, it was a little white lie, but I grinned and grabbed a hold of his friends hand.

"M.J., Blake's the friend I told you about that found the fishing spot I showed you." 

We talked about varies things, and before we knew it, we were standing in his billiards room with me watching them tossing a game of darts, and each of us had a beer in hand. I hadn't ever tasted beer, and found that it was to my liking. I was on my fourth one, and feeling it as the games progressed. Chris was good, but his friend out bested him a good portion of the time. I wanted to give him something to win for, so I blurted out a wager for them. 

"I have a wager for you two. Whoever wins the next game, gets a blow job from me." 

They both stared at me in shock, but I grinned as I sucked on my beer. They glance at each other, and must have accepted the terms, because they both intently became absorbed in the game. There were neck to neck in most of their tosses, but Chris lost by three darts. They remained silent and seem to ignore me once the game was over. Chris congratulated his buddy, and handed him another beer. A bet was a bet, and I wasn't about to let them forget what I had promised. We all went into the living room and crashed onto the couch. Chris turned on the T.V., and the room became quiet except for what was playing on the tube. I had to bite my cheek, to keep my grin from showing as I stood up suddenly. I set my beer on the end table, and walked over to stand in front of his friend. I fell to my knees in front of him, and watched as he quickly glanced over to Chris. Chris just sat there and watch me as I reached up to pull down his friends basketball shorts and boxers. He nodded to his friend, and leaned backed to watch.

I spread Blake's legs apart and reached out to fondle his member which had grown quite hard. I leaned over and flicked the head with my tongue and then licked it up and down. He let out a groan, and leaned back giving me a better access. I put my lips over the tip and gently suck on it. I glance up to find him watching me, then glance over to find Chris watching his friend watching me. Chris had put his hand down his shorts and was touching himself. 

The control I had over these two men left me in wonder. I wanted more. I flicked my tongue back over the tip of Blake's penis before swallowing his whole length. He flung his head back, and I saw his fingers dig into the couch cushions. He didn't once touch me, and he attempted to keep his hips still so that I could go at my own pace. What a gentleman! I sucked and licked until a short time later I heard him cry out, then I tasted his salty sperm slide down my throat. It was yummy, so I suck and swallowed all of it. I didn't stop licking as his dick started to soften. It tasted so good, I wanted to drink every drop. 

I felt a hand rub my ass, and then fingers at the hem of my cotton shorts. They slid down my ass and I picked my knees up so they could slip over and off my legs. I didn't stop sucking, and soon his friends dick was massively hard once more. I felt fingers slid inside of my hot pussy. I glance back up to his friend to see that he was looking at Chris behind me. A lazy grin etched across his face. 

"You weren't kidding." I heard him say. 

A strained voice muttered behind me, "Yeah." 

I had the feeling that what had been said about me before my arrival was more of the sexual content, and deep down I knew I should be offended, but honestly, I was pleased as hell. I continued my deep throat blow job, while Chris fingered fucked me from behind. I looked back up, and notice Blake looking down at me intently. 

"Do you like that?" He asked. I nodded my head causing the tip to fall out of my mouth. 

"Oh yeah. You taste good." 

He looked over my head to his friend, "What does she taste like?" 

I could hear my boyfriend answer, "Why don't you find out for yourself?" 

Chris help me stand before his friend, and Blake leaned forward to taste me. "Oh yeah, she's sweet." 

He returned the favor and licked me until I could barely stand. Chris had reached around me, and was spreading my lips apart, so that his friend could indulge eagerly. I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck as I was lost in ecstasy. Like me, he drank in every drop of my wetness. "I want to fuck her Chris. Can I?" I could see Blake rub his organ up and down and desire firing from his eyes. Chris's answer was to push me forward until I was astraddle his friend. Blake grabbed my waist and guided me over him. I groaned as he filled me up. I heard Chris behind me shedding his clothes, and before I knew it, he was behind me fondling my breast as his friend fucked me.

I wouldn't have ever believed that I was capable of taking on two men at once. I was virgin not long ago, but Chris had released a need in me that was two strong for my morals to get into the way. 

I felt Chris rubbing my asshole with the remnants of my last orgasm, lubing it for his finger. He slipped one inside, and the pressure of his finger, and his friends long dick was making me crazy. I was so close to an orgasm again when I felt him slid his finger out, and his dick in. I muffled a grunt because it hurt at first, but once my tissues adjusted to accommodate him, I let out and cry and soaked his friends lap. 

"Oh god Chris, she's cumming all over me. Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" Chris pushed all the way in, and held still as his friend began pumping into me hard. Blake finally thrust all the way in, filling me up with his load. Blake held still then, and Chris took his turn fucking my ass. Blake reached over and played with my clit using my cum to heighten my pleasure. I leaned over to grab the back of the couch for more support, and Blake grabbed one of my nipples with his mouth to suck on. I could feel Chris's ball bounce back and forth spanking my pussy lips. He cried out and came in my ass just as I finishing yet another orgasm. I was really going to be sore tomorrow. I left them alone in the living room to head for the shower. When I was done, Chris was waiting for me in the bedroom.

"I think he likes you." I flung my towel at him with a grin on my face. 

"I think I really like him too." 

He pulled me to him and kissed me soundly. "Don't go getting any ideas. You're mine," and then he proved it.

I spent the remainder of the year spending every opportunity I had fucking my handsome teacher. On graduation, I walked across the stage, and caught Chris's eyes. He winked, and I knew I was finally free to have an open relationship with him.

It came time for me to go to college shortly after that, and even though the college I picked was just two hours away, it put a strain on our relationship. But that's another story...



Hot for Teacher



**Please take note: All chracters in this story are over the age of 18**

"Hello class, how are we today?" MR. Dick started the class.

God what beautiful eyes he has, Shane thought, bet he gets lots of pussy.

"Shane," Mr. Dick came up beside him, placing a caressing hand on his shoulder with a slight squeeze he brought Shane back to the present. "Going to join us today or daydream?" With a tender smile and a wink he moved on, leaving Shane blushing.

Later in his next class Shane sat with his friends. 

"So how do you like Mr. Dick's class Shane?" His friend Lori asked with a giggle.

"He's all right; I just wonder how I'll pass. When I focus I don't understand the material and then I don't pay attention." 

"It's a vicious circle for you huh?" Shane's friend Matt asked.

"Yeah."

"Want me to sleep with him for you?"

Shane laughed aloud, "Do what?"

What he's hot?"

"Whore."

"Fuck you."

"You're not my type."

"Why, because I have a pussy and not a dick?" 

"You know me all to well babe."

"Okay class let's pick up where we left off yesterday," Mr. Dick began in the next day's class. "Shane I'd like to speak with you after class."

"Yes sir."

"Shane," Mr. Dick called out after dismissing the class.

"Yessir?"

"Is everything okay Shane?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. Why?"

"I notice that you seem to drift off during class."

"Sorry Mr. Dick, I'm just not grasping the material."

"First, call me Brandon. Second, I'm free after school to help any of my students."

"I think I'll get it, it's just going to take time."

"Don't fail the class because you're too prideful to ask for help."

"I won't."

"As of right now you aren't doing well at all. Want to take a look at your average so far?"

"Yeah, sure."

Brandon sat behind his desk to find the right page in his grade book. Shane came around to stand beside him, leaning in close he smelled Brandon's cologne, manly with a touch of vanilla. Something deep inside began to stir and Shane realized that he was growing hard.

He smells so good, Shane thought.

"What did you say?" Brandon asked.

"Huh?" Shane looked puzzled.

"I thought you said that I smelled good."

"Mr. Dick I'm-"

"Brandon."

"I-I-I'm bisexual."

"Oh. Well, truth be known, I'm a flaming gay."

"Really?!"

"Really."

"Holy shit!"

Brandon laughed ad patted Shane's leg. Shane's dick jumped at the touch.

"I guess you're attracted to me?"

"Yeah."

"I'm digging you too." Brandon's voice and face became intense.

"Is it safe?" Shane asked.

"Here? In the classroom?"

"Sure, I like trying new places."

"Yeah, go lock the door."

Shane locked the door tight behind him, stroking his member as he walked back to Brandon who had his thick, fat member hanging out his pants, half erect.

"Ever been fucked by a man Shane?"

"Oh yeah, once I was even fucked by a girl with a strap on."

"Adventurous."

"Yeah."

Shane stood over Brandon, stroking his penis, waving it in a teasing manner.

"Want me to suck it?"

"Yeah, suck it Mr. Dick," Shane emphasized his name.

"Call me Brandon please, I get too turned on by my name."

Shane laughed as he made his dick accessible. Brandon took it willingly, swallowing him up to his balls. Shane moaned and grabbed Branson's shoulder urging him closer. 

"Suck it Brandon, I wanna fuck your mouth."

Brandon's fingers massaged Shane's balls and glided around to tickle his asshole. Shane jumped with pleasure. 

Brandon slowly slid away and looked up into Shane's eyes, "C'mere, I wanna taste you." Cupping a hand around Shane's neck, Brandon pulled him towards his mouth, tasting the sweet and slightly salty taste of his lips and tongue. Shane slowly got down on his knees so as not to break the kiss. Shane's hands cupped Brandon's testicles and handled the fat anaconda before him, pumping it harder and harder.

"Oh God get naked and bend over, I gotta fuck you now," Brandon huffed. Shane quickly obeyed, bending over the desk.

"No not that position, not yet. Get on your back."

Shane obeyed; he laid his back atop the cool surface of the desk and brought his knees to his chest, exposing his awaiting asshole.

Brandon rammed his massive cock into that tight hole; a man escaped Brandon while pain soared through Shane's body.

Lori watched through the crack in the glass, feeling herself grow wet her hand slipped under her skirt and probed herself after moving the then material of her panties away from her wet cunt. With the building empty she allowed herself full pleasure as she looked on Brandon's and Shane's fuckfest. Coming to a quick climax she readjusted her clothing and tried the door, it slipped open.

"I guess they forget about this door," Lori talked aloud. As she entered the room the sound of slapping flesh, moaning, and heavy breathing filled the room. Lori locked the other door behind her as she began to undress. Once again she felt herself growing wet at the sight of the two good-looking men fucking each other. Slowly she walked over to the desk where Brandon still continued to fuck Shane but he was jerking himself off in the same rhythm.

"Mind if I join?"

Both men jerked up, startled.

"The other door was unlocked."

"You can fuck her."

"No, I don't want you to stop. Lori, c'mere and suck me. I'll lick you."

Lori smiled, quickly got into position and began swallowing Shane's prick. She felt his tongue lick her juices off her lips followed by the probing of his fingers, moans came through her as orgasm ripped her body.

"I have to fuck something; I'll never cum unless I'm in a hole. Someone bend over," Shane breathed heavily.

Brandon bent over willingly and eagerly.

"What about me?" Lori asked in a pout.

"Wait your turn," Shane demanded. "Sit over there and watch." Shane commenced to fucking his way to climax when a noise sounded outside the room. Everyone jumped, hid in the corner to hide and listen. The noise passed and Lori crept up to look outside to check and no one was in sight.

"All right, sit on my lap Lori and Shane you get top spot," Brandon decided.

Lori eagerly sat on Brandon's prick while opening her legs wide for Shane to enter her pussy. "Oh God, this feels so good."

"I thought you were a flaming gay Brandon?"

"This little pussy of hers is changing my mind. Shut up and fuck her."

Together Shane and Brandon began pumping her holes full of dick with hands roaming over breasts, chests, and balls. Sounds of delight filled the room. Lori ran her hands over her firm breasts while the other hand played with her clit. Shane's pace increased to a frenzy of motion until she felt her pussy being filled with cum.

"Oh . . . man," Shane sighed heavily as he sat on the floor, then as if an afterthought, he reached a finger in her pussy and returned with it coated in a white liquid.

"Lick it Shane."

"Share?"

"Hang on," Brandon huffed as his dick exploded a load of cum in her ass.

"Mmm," Lori moaned. "I'm such a lucky bitch." She felt herself ooze one last time as she rode the last waves of orgasm.

Trying to find breath Brandon praised Lori," Baby girl, feel proud, a woman's never made me cum before. Are you in my class?"

Lori giggled," No, not yet."

"Well, take me next semester and I'll pass you with flying colors. Providing of course you come to my office for some personal tutoring."

"Mm, you've got a deal."

"What about me?" Shane asked, feeling a little jealous and left out.

"What about you?" Brandon asked.

"Do I pass?"

"You've bumped up a letter grade."

"That's it?"

"Yes, each time you come to me for 'help' you'll bump up another letter grade until you just come for fun."

"So . . . when can I schedule my next appointment?



Hot for Teacher



Lindsay woke up to the screeching of her alarm. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and glanced at the clock. Another fun-filled day shaping the minds of teenagers lay ahead of her. Everyone thought she was crazy for being a teacher. With her looks and her brains she could've done just about anything and been successful. But somewhere deep down inside she always wanted to teach; she also harbored a secret fantasy.

She called it the Van Halen fantasy. Ever since she saw that Hot for Teacher video she imagined herself in the place of those bikini-clad models, strutting away in front of hormonal teenagers. She would never sleep with a student, but she secretly yearned to have a steamy, secret affair with any one of the single (or married) dads that were in her school.

Lindsay knew it was possible. She saw the way they looked at her on parents' night. She always dressed a little on the provocative side for that. Low-cut blouse and skirt that was probably a little too short, but showed off her perfectly tanned and toned legs. She immediately singled out the two or three hottest looking men in the room and give them a little extra attention. She would bend over in front of them, giving them a clear view of her perfect 36C breasts. After they would get an eyeful, she would turn away and pretend to drop something on the floor and bend over, giving them another view of her tight ass and tiny g-string panties. That was usually all it would take before she would notice them breathing heavy and trying to adjust their seats. Then Lindsay would continue with her parents' night presentation as if nothing had happened. 

And when she'd get home she would find her favorite vibrator and quickly slip it into her dripping pussy. She was as turned on as the men were and she would bring herself to a climax several times just thinking about what she had done, and wanted to do, to them. But there never really seemed to be the possibility of her fantasy coming true until this year. There was one dad in particular that seemed to come around the school more often lately, and he was definitely someone that Lindsay would fuck: late-thirties, muscular, tan, and a firefighter! He was there to volunteer every Wednesday, and Lindsay realized as she crawled out of bed that this was Wednesday.

Lindsay hurried into a shower, being sure to shave all the right places, paying special attention to her already smooth pussy. She picked out a sexy, but still dress-code appropriate dress to wear. She was hoping to make an impression that would lead to a bit more than stares today.

The school day seemed to fly by with no sighting of her target. Then as if he read her mind, he showed up at her door after school.

"Excuse me, Miss Gibson"

The sound of a male voice startled her. Lindsay looked up to see HIM standing there.

"Yes?"

"Don't know if you remember me but my name is Aaron and I volunteer here once a week. Is there anything that you need done?"

Is there anything I need done....ME...she thought to herself, but managed to say something along the lines of "no, but you can come in anyway"

Aaron walked into the room and over to where Lindsay was standing. She smiled at him and began to formulate he seduction plan as he sat in the chair next to her desk. Lindsay sat down directly in front of him and crossed her legs, her short dress sliding up as she did so.

"You don't have to be so formal. Call me Lindsay," she said as she noticed him staring at her leg. She thought to herself that this may not be as hard as she thought.

"Okay, Lindsay it is!" he said cheerfully. "I don't believe you have my daughter, but I've seen you around school." He managed to pull his eyes off her legs long enough to shoot Lindsay a smile.

"So have you liked what you've seen?" Lindsay figured there was no use beating around the bush. He already seemed interested.

"Um, uh..." he hesitated for a second, which was just long enough for Lindsay to lean forward pretend to reach for something just in front of him, giving him an ample view of her chest.

"Yes, yes I have liked what I've seen. You appear to be a very good teacher," he finally said, his casual conversation belying the growing bulge Lindsay noticed in his crotch.

"Oh, thank you," Lindsay replied. She rose from her seat and walked over to her door to close it. Thank heavens for doors with no windows that when locked from the inside they can't be opened! Aaron's eyes followed her and seemed to ask her what she was up to, but he stayed silent. Lindsay decided to go in for the kill.

"Have you ever seen that really old Van Halen video for Hot for Teacher?"

"Um, yeah, I think so," Aaron replied.

"I love that video. Something about being so sexy and being watched," Lindsay continued, walking slowly over to where Aaron sat. "Have you ever been hot for a teacher?"

"Yeah, I have," he replied as their eyes locked.

"Are you hot for me?" Lindsay asked as she slid to her knees in front of him. She could see his erection trying to get out of his jeans and already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from him.

"You probably already know that I am," he said breathlessly.

Lindsay kept his eyes locked in a stare while she reached up and unzipped his fly, releasing his rock hard cock. It was spectacular, at least 8 inches long and thick. He shaved too. Lindsay licked her lips and while still staring at him, took the full length of his hard cock into her mouth. He let out a loud moan and leaned his head back. Lindsay began slowly moving her mouth up and down his shaft, teasing the tip a little with her tongue each time before going back all the way down. She took his balls in her mouth next and sucked each one in turn, eliciting another moan from Aaron. He grabbed the back of her head and urged her to use her mouth to fuck him. 

Lindsay was eager to please but really wanted to feel him inside of her. She pulled herself off his member and stood in front of him. She began to undress herself but Aaron pushed her hands away. He unbuttoned the front of her dress and pulled it slightly off her shoulders, exposing her braless breasts. He quickly took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it while kneading the other. It was Lindsay's turn to moan as he devoured her breasts.

Slowly he opened her dress further to reveal her smooth, dripping pussy. She had gone pantiless today, and he moaned in appreciation. He planted a kiss on the outside and slowly ran his fingers through her wetness. She shuddered as his tongue found her clit and he ran it slowly back and forth across the engorged nub. Her legs started to go weak and she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. She didn't want to cum without him inside of her. She reluctantly pushed him back into the chair.

"I want to fuck you," she said, breathlessly.

She no sooner had the words out of her mouth and she was straddling him, poising her dripping pussy over his rock hard member. Their eyes met again as she lowered herself onto him. She sank slowly, enjoying the feel of him. She paused when he was all the way in, leaning in to give him a long, deep kiss. As she did this, Lindsay rocked her hips slightly, causing them both to moan into each other's mouths. Aaron grabbed her hips and controlled her movement, slow and steady back and forth. Then he raised her up slightly and began ramming his hips upward, both of them watching his cock slam in and out of her. He reached down and began rubbing her clit, making her moan with delight. Lindsay could feel her orgasm building from deep inside of her, and Aaron began thrusting harder, nearing his release. Suddenly they both tensed and cried out at the same time, their climaxes taking over, sweat pouring out of them, Aaron pounding her dripping pussy until they finally collapsed into each other. 

They shared another passionate kiss as they came down from their orgasm. Lindsay finally got up from him and they looked at each other for a long moment.

"So, still hot for teacher?" she asked with a smile.

"Most definitely," he replied, his cock stirring once again.



Hot For Teacher



I entered the classroom behind a group of kids going in, hoping that I could blend in and he wouldn't notice there was an extra person in his class. I didn't want to make him nervous; he had told me that he would be if he knew I was watching him teach. I had hoped that I could watch him and sneak out again without him knowing I had been there; well, at least until after.

We had met on an internet chat site of married and flirting spouses. We had a lot so much in common. We had spent several hours talking and having cyber sex over the last several months. I had finally figured out a way to get away from home for a desperately needed vacation by myself. I had left home headed for the only place I knew I really wanted to be. I could hardly believe I was finally here and hopefully shortly I would be in his arms.

He was so exciting to watch. He held his class in awe, they seemed to be totally engrossed in what he was saying and the way he was saying it. I was enjoying the whole experience immensely myself. I watched him talk and walk around the room. I watched the expressions on his face and the way he used his hands as he spoke, so passionate. I couldn't help watching him and thinking about what those hands would feel like on my naked flesh.

After class was over and he was busy talking to a group of students, I snuck back out of the classroom. I had wandered around earlier in the day so I had a vague idea of where his office was. Unfortunately it was really vague and I got lost, a nice student helped guide me back in the right direction though. As I was walking down the hall I saw him go into his office, so my timing was perfect. He had left the office door open when he had gone in, so I knocked on the door frame. He had his back to the door so he assumed it was one of his students as he yelled for me to come on in.

I had walked a few steps into the room when he turned around and looked at me, realizing that I was not one of his students. He started to ask what he could do to help me when it dawned on him who I was. Without saying anything he walked over, shut the door and locked it. Then he just stood there and looked at me. I finally said, "Hi" just to break the silence. 

"Hi. You didn't tell me you were coming. What are you doing here? How long are you here for? Where are you staying?"

"I wanted to surprise you. A couple of days and I don't know yet. Are you ever going to kiss me or would you like me to leave?"

"Oh lord. I'm sorry! No I don't want you to leave!" He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close and kissed my breath away. 

Those kisses had been well worth the wait. Like any first kiss with someone you have feelings for, my knees got weak and I felt like I was having trouble breathing. My stomach had a major case of butterflies. I put my arms up around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. He moved his mouth from mine and moved it farther down my throat, taking a deep breath and wrapping me tighter in a hug.

"You are just what I needed today. I still can't believe it but I am so glad you're here." 

He unzipped the back of my dress and ran his fingers down my spine making gooseflesh rise on my skin at his touch. His hands moved to my shoulders and slid the straps of my dress down my arms. When he let go of the dress it puddled on the floor at my feet. He made a funny noise in his throat as he watched the dress fall and realized that I was naked underneath. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. He pulled me close and I could feel the bulge of his erection pressing against my stomach.

"You know, since I now seem to be naked it is only fair that you are too." He let go of me so I could step far enough away from him to unbutton his shirt. I pulled his shirt tails out of his slacks and run my hands up his stomach and across his chest, leaning forward so that I could run my tongue along his neck. 

He put his hands up, wrapped his fingers in my hair and kissed me. I could feel his need in that kiss, hard and possessive. While we kissed my hands undid his belt and the button of his pants. I slid my fingers underneath his waistband and touched the head of his cock peeking out. I slid the zipper down so I could get my hand in under his boxers and hold his cock in my hand. I slid my hand up and down its length feeling the silky smooth skin, imaging what it would feel like buried deep inside of me. 

He stopped kissing me and moved his hands from my hair until he had my breasts cupped in his hands. Our eyes locked while he played with my nipples. He bent down, sucking on first one and then the other as I felt them harden with his touch. He stood back up and backed me up a few steps to the couch. He wanted me to lie down but I wouldn't, I couldn't, I let him know that I had been thinking about him for so long and I needed to be in control. So he stretched out on the couch and I straddled his hips.

I ran my hands up his arms as I leaned forward and kissed him along his shoulder blades. My fingers explored his chest and ran down his stomach as I gently bit his nipples. I worked my way down his chest with my mouth, kissing and teasing him with my tongue. I moved my body down so I could feel every inch of his muscled torso. I felt his body tense as my lips got closer to his cock. He moaned as I took his cock in my mouth, running my tongue around the head of it and then taking the length of him in. I sucked his cock, moving my head up and down, getting deeper with each stroke till I was practically gagging. His fingers twined themselves in my hair as he pulled it back away from my face so he could see me better as I sucked.

As I felt him start to cum, I stopped sucking and put my thumb at the base of his cock, pressing until he gained control again. I sat back up so that I could get my body in position to ride him. As I felt his hard cock slide inside of me it was me that was doing the moaning. I moved my body up and down slowly getting accustomed to the feel of him inside of me. I leaned forward and put my hands on the armrest above his head so he could suck my nipples while I rocked my pelvis back and forth massaging my clit against his body. He put his hands on my hips, holding me as he moved his body with mine. I could feel my body responding to the feel of him and gave myself to it. My breath came quick and fast, I could feel my heart beating in my ears as I felt myself cum. 

He let me catch my breath and then helped me get off of him so we could change places. Now it was my turn to lie on the couch. He stood there beside the couch for a few seconds just looking at me as he stroked his cock. I reached my hand out and cupped his balls, our eyes locked together in silent communication. He moved and knelt on the couch between my thighs, rubbing his cock against my pussy before he slid it in and I wrapped my legs around him pulling him deeper. He supported himself on his arms so he could look in my face as he pumped his body into mine. He leaned forward and kissed me as he came to muffle the sound.

I felt his body relax on mine as I ran my hands up and down his back. I didn't want to let him go but we both knew that we were tempting fate to stay this way much longer. We got up and got dressed. Our timing couldn't have been more perfect because we had no more finished dressing when his intercom went off announcing a student that needed to talk to the professor. Another quick kiss and a promise from him to phone me later. 

He called me on my cell after he got off work for the day to tell me that there was a problem at home and that he would not me able to meet me after all. He also said how sorry he was because he had been thinking about me all day. I told him I understood, the only reason somebody wasn't calling me to fix something was because I was to far away from home to be able to do anything. I assured him I understood, but the tightness between my thighs told me otherwise.

I had brought my bike with me so I went out and explored the neighborhood, working up a sweat in some other way than what I had planned on. It was a good thing I had brought my vibrator along because I had a lot of sexual tension to get rid of. My little interlude with him this afternoon had only managed to fan the flames rather than smolder them.

The next morning I called the school and made an appointment to see him with his secretary. He must not have looked at his schedule to see who his appointments were with because he seemed to be really in shock when I knocked on his door. He shut and locked the door behind me as I entered his office.

"What are you doing here?"

I set down my briefcase and stood in front of him. I put my hands on his chest and slowly moved them down his stomach. "I made and appointment to see you, but if you would rather not see me I can leave. But I would like you to notice that I wore a suit and brought my briefcase so that I would look like I had official business. You don't think I drove clear across the county, thinking about you fucking me the whole time without being prepared to make it happen" By the time I had finished talking I had moved one of my hands down and was rubbing it against his crotch feeling his cock harden at my touch.

"Yes you look very business like and of course I don't want you to leave. Come here and let me prove it to you."

He put his arms around me, pulled me close and kissed me with one of those kisses that left me breathless. Without stopping his kisses he reached up and started undoing the buttons on my suit jacket. I moved my hands up and started unbuttoning his shirt. When he was done with my jacket he undid my skirt. After my skirt fell to the floor he had me help get the jacket off, leaving me standing there in my underwear. I had on a new black lace bra, black garter belt and stockings that I had bought special for this visit.

He backed up a couple of steps so he could get a good look, "Nice, very nice!"

"I could say the same about you if you would let me finish getting your clothes undone"

We got him out of his clothes and we kissed some more. Long, deep, sensuous kisses, I hoped would never stop. He went from kissing my mouth, down to my neck and on down to my chest, where he licked my hard nipples right through my bra. He kept moving down until he was kneeling on the floor in front of me. I leaned back, bracing myself against his desk as he moved his hands to cup my ass while he licked and sucked my clit. I couldn't help but moan while his tongue worked its magic on me. I felt my muscles start to tense, my back arched toward him aching to get closer and my body broke out in a light sweat as I came.

He stood back up and kissed me, I could taste myself on his lips as he slid his tongue in my mouth. He turned me around and moved behind me, kissing the back of my neck while his hands moved up my body, unhooked my bra and slid the straps down my arms. I could feel his cock pressing against the crack of my ass. I leaned back and laid my head back against his shoulder while he kissed the side of my neck. I looked down and watched while his hands cupped my breasts and played with my nipples.

His hands moved from my breasts, down my body until he had them pressed against the inside of my thighs, his thumbs teasing the lips of my pussy. I leaned forward so that I was leaning on my elbows, my legs spread wide enough that he could stand comfortably between them. He reached between my legs and grabbed hold of his cock, rubbing the knob against my wet pussy. He guided it inside then put his hands on my hips as he ramming it home. It felt so good to feel his cock buried deep within me. He started moving in long, slow strokes which soon turned to quick, short, hard ones. His hand moved from gripping my hips to slide between my legs to massage my pussy. His breathing became ragged and his grip on me got tighter as he soon found his own release.

He buried his face against my neck, just holding me close until his heartbeat returned to normal. When his breathing was back to normal, he pulled away, turned me around and kissed me. The kisses were gentler but no less passionate now that we both had the edge taken off our lust. We both got dressed; my hour appointment was almost up.

He opened his office door and shook my hand, thanking me for coming as I left. We both acted so professional and as long as you didn't look real close you would never guess what we had been doing. I could see his sweaty brow and his hair slightly damp against the back of his neck. I wasn't much better, my cheeks were flushed and my hair felt like it was a mess. We were both in much better moods though and they would get even better later because he promised that he would stop by my motel room after work.



Hot for Teacher



Jack was enjoying his going away celebration, as he prepared to move from teaching high school to college. He had spoken with many of his former students, and found it endearing that so many of them cared enough to show up at the party. By the end of the evening, though, there was still one young woman he hadn't spoken with. At first, Jack figured she was a spouse of a former student, but after watching her reject several advances, he realized that she was alone.

When the party finally ended, Jack did not see the beautiful woman around anymore. He finished his beer, set it on the bar and turned to leave.

"Oh, excuse me!" the young woman said in surprise as Jack had turned around quickly.

"Oh, sorry to startle you", replied Jack. He began staring at this woman who was even more of a stunner up close. Light olive skin, long black hair, green eyes and several inches shorter than he was. She might have been Latin or Native American.

"Umm, no problem. I just wanted to say goodbye and congratulations to you Mr Thompson since I didn't get the chance to speak with you earlier."

"Well thank you, but first you have to call me Jack. And second, you have to refresh an old man's memory. I'm generally good with names and faces but I don't recall yours. Were you a student of mine?"

"Yes, I was in your calculus class a few years back. I'm Trish."

"Really! That's strange because my calc classes were rather small and I think I remember all my former calc students but I still can't place your face or name."

"Hmmm, I guess I didn't make much of an impression back then," she said, arching her sexy eyebrow.

"I'm sure you've been making impressions all your life, hun. Perhaps you're mixing me up with that other Mr Thompson who taught calculus."

She let loose with a seductive laugh and said, "Oh, no. There was only one Mr Thompson and it was you. Don't worry about it though, Jack. There's probably a good reason why you don't remember me. We'll leave it as a mystery. One of those unsolvable calculus equations due to too few known variables."

"So you're not even going to give me a last name?"

"Nope."

"How about an update on what you've been doing since high school."

"Me? I'm about to start my 3rd year of med school."

"Wow! Great for you! It's nice to see some former students do well despite my shoddy teaching."

She laughed again, "Oh no. Your classes were great. I still remember your cute and funny rock climbing metaphors when talking about solving various equations. You made the class very entertaining."

Jack blushed.

"Well, Jack, I have to go. Best of luck on the new position."

"Thanks Trish. Good luck to you on finishing med school."

Jack saw Trish's eyes light up and then she moved in closer and kissed him on the cheek. She whispered in his ear, "Thanks."

Jack rushed home and looked through old high school yearbooks but could not find Trish. He was a little crestfallen that he didn't think to ask her for her number. Then again, what would a hot mid-20's med student want with an aging mid-30's math geek.

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Jack enjoyed his university life and career. He also liked getting around the campus when he wasn't in class or had office hours. On this occasion he brought a stack of exams to grade to the undergrad library.

"Guess who?" he heard behind him as a pair of hands covered his eyes.

"Umm... I have no clue."

When he turned around he looked right into the beautiful smiling face of Trish. She laughed and said, "If you could see your face now. Wish I had a camera."

"Uhh... what? How? Uhh... do you attend this university? The med school here?"

"Yup"

"And you knew I'd be teaching here when you saw me at the beginning of summer?"

"Sure, of course. I figured we'd run into each other at some point."

"Wow! Well I'm sure happy to see you!" Jack said, hoping he didn't sound too eager.

"Really? You're happy? That's cool."

"Well yeah - I mean, I never could discover who you were and I forgot to ask for your number at the party." Again, after he said it, Jack realized he was being a bit forward talking about her phone number.

But Trish merely bent down and wrote her phone number in the corner of the essay that Jack was grading. "Better call me quick," she said as she glanced at the top of the paper, "or, this Jon Sanderson kid might beat you to it. Ciao!"

With that she turned and walked away. He didn't get a kiss this time, but at least Jack had her number now. He didn't wait long to call her. He called her the very next night. She invited him to dinner and he showed up in his best tweed jacket, a pair of jeans, with an expensive bottle of wine.

Trish greeted him at the door in one of those little red dresses that highlighted every facet of her body while leaving much of it bare including her legs, shoulders and midriff. "Welcome," said Trish as she gave him a peck on the cheek, took his hand, and led him into her small apartment. "I hope you like Thai food. I'm not much of a cook so I ordered takeout."

After a great meal and some great conversation about university life, the 2 of them retired to Trish's couch to finish off the wine. At this point Jack was getting rather antsy.

"Okay Trish, I have enjoyed our little game of hunt and seek on your identity but can you please end this little game and tell me who you are?"

"Well Jack, I will but first I need to know... do you really like me? I mean, is this just a flirtation for you or are you having some positive feelings for me? Some positive feelings which might counterbalance any negative ones after my revelation?"

Jack quickly replied, "Of course! I really like you and am curious if something could happen between us. If the negative thing is having lied to me about being in my calc class... well, I don't care about that."

Trish arched her sexy eyebrows, replying, "Oh Jack. It's not that. I was definitely in your calculus class. What I'm referring to is much more significant."

With that she closed the distance between them and kissed him on the lips. Jack was ready this time and pulled her into a tight embrace. Her lips barely parted and the tips of their tongues danced as they kissed passionately. As his arms closed about her, Trish moved directly onto Jack's lap. Jack was tall and she fit quite nicely onto his lap. The two of them could not stop kissing. Neither would break it off. She had lusted for this teacher for many years. He had been swept by desire for her since he'd spoken with her at his going away party. After roaming his hands up and down over her back and down around her smooth round bottom, Jack eventually grew bolder and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. Trish responded positively and kept grinding her butt into Jack's quickly hardening bulge. After many fevered minutes of passionate kissing, it was broke off by a large "meow" from a cat.

Jack and Trish broke off from one another to look at her cat on the couch staring at them very curiously. They burst into uproarious laughter as the cat scampered away. Trish fell off Jack's lap in the process, but once their laughter ended, Trish became serious.

"Listen, the thing I mentioned earlier is something you might have a serious problem with."

"Try me."

"Well, okay. Trish is a variation of my name from my high school years. Back then I was Rico... short for Federico."

Jack's eyes widened, "Rico Hernandez? But your breas-" he stopped short.

"Yup, boob job, hormones, and a little facial surgery."

"And your voice..."

"Years of practice."

"So you're a..."

"Transsexual. Pre-op if you're familiar with the term."

Jack sat in stunned silence. Trish gently reached out for his hand for a moment. "Listen, hun, I know this is a lot to take in. I've had the hots for you for what seems like forever. On top of everything, the admissions officer from my undergrad university once told me that your letter of recommendation was very instrumental in getting me into the university. Anyway, I owe you a lot, I like you a lot, and I don't want to embarrass you about this."

With that, Trish rose from the couch as if to end the evening.

Jack reached for her arm and pulled her back down, muttering ... "Rico... Trish..."

He was lost in thought. Trish steadily held his gaze, but her eyes started tearing up at the thought that he might end up being one of a long line of guys she was hot for who couldn't handle her gender transition."

"Heyyyyy... why the tears Trish," Jack asked as he gently put his hand to her face and wiped a drop that had fallen from her eye.

Trish began to cry a little more as she replied, "Ahh Jack, it's just that I haven't had the best of luck with men, and I was really hoping things might be different with you."

That was the trigger Jack needed. A woman's tears were all that was needed for his romantic side to come barrelling out into the open. He took her face in his hands and started kissing away her tears. Trish immediately melted into his arms. Their first set of kisses had been heated and frantic, but these were sweet and romantic. Finally Jack broke off the kiss.

"Can I see her?" he asked.

"Her? Who?" she replied bewildered.

"Your little girl."

Trish blushed. "You want to see my uhh... penis?"

"Yeah."

"Wait a minute. Did I have you pegged wrong? Are you really a flamboyant man chaser on the side who can't get enough of seeing cock?"

Jack laughed. "Nope. If you were thinking I'm straight, you were right. I just want to see all of you. C'mon... I didn't jump up and go screaming from your apartment so you owe me."

Trish's wide smile lit up the room. "Well yes, you can see her. But I want to see your little boy at some point, too."

"Deal," Jack replied.

Trish rose from the couch, put on some music and started to do a slow strip tease for Jack. Her large latin ass swayed with the music and at one point she came near Jack and rubbed her bottom directly on Jack's lap. Jack's hands went wild groping all over her body. But Trish gently took his wrists and pushed them down to his side. "Be a good boy, Jack," she said with a wink.

As she danced she slowly let the spaghetti straps on her dress fall off her shoulders. The tops of her aereolas were in plain view and her nipples were hardening against the red fabric of her dress. As her hips swayed to the music Jack's hardon trapped in his jeans was making him very uncomfortable. He tried to make a sly adjustment but Trish caught it. She feigned surprise and then winked and blew him a kiss. She then turned around and wriggled her hips as she pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist. It was like revealing a masterpiece at an auction house. Perfectly round with a bright red thong covering the incredible crack of her ass. As she bent down Jack got his first thrilling look at her balls bulging out from the sides of the thong. Jack had no idea why her balls and cock were exciting him so much. He had seen some TS porn on the internet and found it interesting. But the real turn on seemed to be this lovely person's transformation, from inquisitive boy in his mathematics class to hot sexy female med student.

Jack was lost in these thoughts when Trish knelt in front of him and pulled the top of her dress down to her waist. Her beautiful bare breasts were now right in front of his face.

"What ya thinking about, Jack?" she asked.

"Wow," he said as he reached out for her perfect C-cup titties.

"Huh uh uhhhh," she said as she pushed Jack's hands back down again. "No touchie feelies yet."

Jack blushed and recovered himself. "You are soooooo beautiful. Your breasts are perfect. You say you got implants?"

Trish shook her bare breasts at Jack. "Yup, the hormones gave me some pretty decent b-cups so the surgeon recommended half implants to sort of supplement what I got naturally."

"Wow!"

Trish laughed, "Jack, your vocabulary is getting worse. Only 1 syllable words now?"

"Hun, words are insufficient to describe what I'm seeing."

With that, Trish bounded to her feet again and laughed some more. At this point she faked a great effort in pushing her dress down across her widened hips and then let it fall to the floor. She kicked her sandals from her cute sexy feet and continued to wriggle her thong covered ass in his face. She slapped one ass cheek, crying, "Ooh that hurts! I hope my teacher doesn't use spanking for disciplining bad students."

She was obviously hamming it up and too close to Jack at this point. He whacked her other cheek a bit harder than she was expecting. She jumped away and shrieked. "Owww! I'm gonna tell my mommy!"

After some more dancing she slowly turned to reveal the front of her thong. Jack now saw it. He saw the outlines of her hardening cock beneath the front of her panties. His own cock jerked uncontrollably in his jeans.

Trish was looking at his face intently as she danced. Jack looked up into her eyes and motioned her to come closer. As Trish moved close to him she giggled, "Why don't you say hello to her, Jack." She was clearly having much fun using the feminine pronoun after Jack first referred to her cock as a little girl.

Jack's hands reached for the back of Trish's sexy full legs which caused her bulging full panties to come within inches of his face. Jack looked up and locked eyes with Trish for a moment. Then it was his turn to wink as he turned back and planted a gentle kiss against the outside of her panties. "Hello there," he whispered. Trish started playing with his hair as he planted more kisses on her panties across the length of her cock and down across her balls.

It was Trish's turn to get lost in thought. She could hardly believe it. All the romantic fantasies that she had had for this man... and here they were embarking on what she hoped would be a night of incredible passion. She could remember every jacket he wore to school. The sloppy way he tied his ties. The unmatched socks he wore one day. His long and lean build.

"Hun, may I pull them down?" Jack asked, preparing to pull down her panties.

"Of course, my love."

Jack's eyes widened at the comment. Trish suddenly became hugely embarrassed and knelt down on the floor and covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry Jack. I - I don - I don't know why I said that."

It was Jack's turn to gently take Trish's arms and pull them down as he knelt in front of her. "Don't worry about it sweety." As he said this he pulled her into his arms and gave her the most passionate kiss, yet. She melted in his arms. They collapsed to the carpeted floor and never looked back.

Jack slowly pulled down the strings of her thong. Trish raised her hips off the floor as he pulled them past her legs. He stared at her almost fully erect cock lying across her stomach. "Wow, she's a beauty," Jack commented as he slowly took the 2nd cock of his life into his hand. Trish's cock eventually grew to 6 inches. He loved pulling back her foreskin as he slowly stroked her.

"Ahh Jack, she isn't very big, but she's all yours."

"Nonsense, she's perfect," Jack replied as he bent his face closer to her erect prong.

"Kiss her for me, baby."

Jack smiled and said, "But she's been crying a little bit. Look at the tip."

At the end of her cock was a little bit of precum. Trish was unsure if this was a line that Jack was willing to cross. Her doubts were quickly erased as he bent down and kissed the tip of her cock, then swept the drops of precum into his mouth with his tongue.

"Hello, you little cutie," Jack cracked as he kissed more about the head of her penis. He kept pushing the foreskin on and off the mushroom shaped head as he drove her wild by kissing the glans. "I don't have one of these little hoodies. This is fun for me." Jack kept at it kissing up and down the length. Kissing her balls. Tonguing them. Then slipping his mouth over her cock and pulling her further down his throat. After a few strokes in his mouth, Jack became very intent and caught the hang of relaxing his throat enough to allow her to go all the way in.

Trish was in heaven. "Oh god you're good. You're not a first time cocksucker, Jack. I don't believe you."

Jack paused during his ministrations... "I am hun. Trust me." He then attacked her cock and balls with his lips and tongue and wet mouth. He alternated between deep throating and external kissing and licking. He sucked her cock in every way he could think that he wanted his own cock sucked. After 20 minutes of it he was soon to discover how that felt in return.

Trish was about to cum but didn't want to cum yet, so she got aggressive in pushing Jack's head away from her cock. She grabbed his shirt and yanked it off his torso. She was literally growling as she undid his belt and pulled down his jeans and underwear in one continuous movement. Just as this wildcat was about to pounce she let out a gasp as she saw his half erect cock lying across his hip. Trish pushed her fist to her mouth.

"What's wrong, babe?"

As Trish wrapped her fingers around Jack's cock, she replied, "Oooh baby, you got a big one. It just surprised me. It looks so different and so much bgger than mine" As she said this, she was stroking her fist up and down the length of his shaft. As it hardened it grew another 2 inches. She was now speaking with a little hint of latina-espanol accent. Jack had not heard that in her voice earlier but it was turning him on now.

"Wow! This beautiful boy has to be at least 8 inches long and I can't reach my fingers all the way around it."

Jack chuckled, "Well I don't know... I've never measured it. But I think you have pretty small hands so that's why you're not getting all the way around it." Jack waited until her eyes looked up from his cock to look into his eyes. "Baby, you made that. I have very little to do with it. That boner was manufactured by your sexy self."

Trish looked very surprised and then burst into tears as she bent down and kissed Jack some more. "Ahh Jack, you're better than any fantasy I ever imagined." She then went straight down onto his cock. As good as Jack had tried to be in his cocksucking, he was an amateur next to Trish. She squeezed the base of his cock between her index finger and thumb as if they were a cock ring. Jack's long length of manhood jutted ludely up from his body. Trish made quick work of the pre-cum that had formed at the tip, sucking it into her mouth with a little vacuum cleaner effect.

She paused, and said, "I guess this big boy is going to test all of my practice, to date. Here goes." With that she pushed her mouth and throat down onto his cock in one continuous motion. About halfway down the length she paused to relax her throat and then pushed down further until her nose was buried in his pubes.

Jack gasped. He had not expected this. He knew he didn't have a 10 or 12 inch porn sized cock but he was also aware that no former girlfriend had ever swallowed it whole. None of them quite got the hang of giving him head to the degree he had wanted.

Trish never stopped. She went on and off of his dick like a girl possessed. Jack watched her play with it. She would pull off of it for a bit allowing her mouth to stay connected via one long string of saliva. Then slurp it up and go right back down. Her tongue would snake out from her lips and lick the side of his dick and sometimes even his balls as she went down on it. Much of the time she made eye contact and he marveled at her beautiful green eyes. He wondered if this color was common with latinas. She moved down to his balls and was able to teabag both at the same time. Eventually she started licking his taint furiously then went down further and reamed his ass. This was way new for Jack. He never thought his ass would be sensitive sexually but here he was getting off on this girl's tongue in his ass. She was pushing it way up into him and it felt wonderful. After 5 minutes of analingus she came back up to his cock, but Jack interrupted her and pulled her up for a kiss. She hesitated not knowing if Jack would want to kiss her after licking his ass but he grabbed her and kissed her passionately, tongue kissing furiously.




Hot for Teacher



Jack broke it off and pushed her back down onto his cock. She laughed. She enjoyed being dominated like this. Jack got into a kneeling position and started moving his cock forcefully into her mouth. She remained on all fours and let Jack fuck her throat. Sometimes he pushed it all the way in. Sometimes he pulled it out and rubbed it all over her face. She never stopped. Finally, she grabbed the base again with her finger-thumb cock ring and started working the end of his cock with her tongue and lips, as she jerked the base. Jack wasn't ready for his. He could feel an orgasm starting in his balls.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum." He tried to push her off but she kept her mouth clamped to his dick. He even pulled her hair but to no effect. Finally she let go of the base of his cock and he let go of his load. Jack's cream shot out of his cock directly into Trish's mouth. He saw her adam's apple bob each time he shot another spurt. He hadn't masturbated in days so his orgasm just kept going and going. By the end he was grunting out his spasms. Trish stayed right on his cock until he was through.

"Wow! Just what the Doctor ordered!" Jack cried out after it was over. Trish licked up the remaining cum from his cock after it had slipped from her mouth. She moved up to his face with a smile on her lips.

"Yummy," she declared and immediately started kissing him. He kissed back, mouth open, so she let him have whatever was on her tongue. They were inflamed for one another.

Jack got up and pulled Trish to her feet. But he surprised her by hooking an arm under her legs and picking her up into his arms.

"Jack! Put me down. I'm too heavy!"

"Liar!"

"No seriously baby, I don't want you to get hurt."

"Which way to the bedroom."

"Okay.. down the hallway but first let me change my position." Trish lifted one leg high over his head and around his back. She clamped both legs behind him and now they were face to face while their semi-erect cocks were lovingly pressed against one another.

Jack looked down, "Looks like they're made for one another."

Trish looked down and then back up into Jack's eyes. She hugged him and whispered in his ear... "Yes! Yes they were."

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Jack carried her to the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. Her green eyes were very bright and alive.

As she laid back with her legs spread wide open she naughtily said, "Care for a fuck?"

"You bet, but first this..." He went down on her but this time right to her ass. He licked and kissed all over the inside of her thighs, on her balls, on her taint and her cute little puckered fuckhole. He loved it. He lubed her all around with as much saliva as he could generate. His tongue pushed far into her. She moaned the whole time in response. Jack got turned on by the entire process and jerked his cock to a full erection again.

"Sweety, I still need a little lube. I'll need some help to get your whopper inside of me." She reached to the bedstand and pulled out some lubricant. She rubbed some into her asshole mixing it with Jack's spit. She also reached out and rubbed some onto Jack's cock.

As Jack prepared to push his raging hard-on into this voluptuous girl's ass, he stopped and asked... "condoms"?

"Ohh Jack, can we trust one another on our sexual histories?"

"I haven't been laid in almost a year, baby. Saw my new doc on campus when I arrived in August and he checked me out for STD's."

"Ohhh hunny. I"ve been waiting for you. I'm sexually clean too"

Jack bent down and planted a deep kiss on her lips, and pushed the head of his cock into her waiting hole. As the head of his cock popped past her anal ring, she released a big moan through their kiss. "Mmmm Jack, fuck me like a woman. Make me your woman."

Jack slowly pushed the length of his cock into her and allowed her anus to relax and receive it. She relaxed quickly and soon he was taking long slow strokes in and out of her ass. Her legs were high up in the air, pushed back by his arms which were pushing up from the bed. He stared down on her pretty face and could see that she was lost in passion. Her eyes were glazed over and her lips were shaped in a little "o" and emitted short little moans. What a little freak, Jack thought. With that, he increased his pace. He started ramming her a little more forcefully.

"Aww dammit Jack! Your assbuster is sooooo big!"

"Want me to slow down or pull out, hun?"

Her eyes cleared for a moment and she looked back at him with a certain ferocity. His answer was received by her joining in on the fucking motion, moving her hips upward to meet the downward thrust of his cock. She had her legs now clamped around his back and her nails were starting to scratch his forearms. He loved it. It was all good. They never tired. As Jack was fucking her he noticed she had become erect with no stimulation at all. He reached down and stroked her cock. She moaned louder and louder.

Suddenly, Jack stopped. Trish looked at him inquisitively.

"I want to try this." Jack was tall but most of his height was in his legs. He was also unusually limber. Jack pulled the length of his 8" cock out of Trish's ass until only the tip of it remained connected to her. Then he bent his torso down and was able to take the head of Trish's cock into his mouth.

Trish let out a gasp. She couldn't believe what was happening. The man of her dreams was plowing her ass and sucking her cock at the same time. She was careful in her movements trying to ensure that her cock remained in his mouth while his cock remained in her ass. A gentle rocking movement between the two of them had their cocks moving in and out of their holes. The feeling was delicious! This brand new feeling got the best of Trish. Normally it took her a long time to ejaculate, if ever, due to all of her hormone treatments. But in this case she was simply overcome with sexual feelings. In no time she felt her orgasm welling up from her balls.

"Jack, watch out! I'm gonna cum!" Jack pulled his cock out of her ass and forced his throat down over the length of her cock. It was too much for Trish. She started cumming. As she did she started screaming. She lost track of the world and time through her orgasm. Jack never wavered. He kept his mouth down around her cock the whole time, flipping his tongue all over the place. He swallowed every drop.

Trish had closed her eyes. She was exhausted. But the next thing she felt was his raging hardon at the entrance to her ass again. Her eyes flew open. He simply smiled at her and then pushed his cock deep inside her again. It felt wonderful to Trish to have this man fill her up. His strokes this time were long and slow. They were both loving this. Eventually, he rolled her onto her side and bent down and fondled and kissed her tits while continuing to pump her tight ass.

Jack moved up from her tit to her face and kissed her long on the lips while fucking her side saddle. He loved this position. But after a time, he whispered into her ear... "Let's do doggy."

She obediently rolled onto her knees, careful not to allow him to slip out of her. Jack's length was helpful in this regard. As soon as they got positioned he started fucking her with quicker strokes. She pushed back as forcefully as he pushed forward. Soon, his balls were slapping against her balls. She buried her face in a pillow and screamed. At the same time he erupted into another orgasm. He shot his load deep into her bowels. She screamed for more. "Cum in me Jack. Don't stop. Cum in me!"

When he was finished he collapsed down onto her back and they turned sideways into a spoon position. She turned her head so she could see his eyes and smooch him.

"Wow!"

Trish laughed, "Yeah.. wow!" A silence ensued and they both enjoyed the moments that ticked away.

Trish broke their reverie, "Jaaaaack? Can you stay overnight?"

"Do you want me to stay overnight baby?"

She elbowed him in the ribs, "Of course I do."

"Okay then, I get the left side of the bed."

She pulled her ass off his flaccid cock and turned to face him. She smiled, saying, "what if I like the left side?"

"Too bad for you. In some things the man calls the shots and I called dibs on the left side." She laughed, and then he continued, "Baby, it's a man's world. Better get used to it." She laughed more over his faux machismo schtick.

"Ooops, I'm leaking." Trish reached 2 fingers down to her ass and scooped out a mixture of their juices, bringing them up between their faces. "Care for a snack?" she asked. He replied by licking her fingers clean, but she jumped in and started kissing his mouth. They swapped the love juice back and forth between their mouths before it finally disappeared down their throats. She smiled at him.

"That was a snowball."

"Snowball?"

"Yeah, it's where 2 people share their orgasmic juices back and forth through kissing."

"Wow! Well, I'd like to try that again sometime."

"Oh Jack! You know we will."

Trish burrowed and cuddled down into his arms and they shared a long quiet time together.

"Trish!"

She must have fallen asleep. "Yes Jack?"

"Umm, you didn't get a chance to enter me."

"Oh yes I did, you allowed me to enter your mouth a couple of times."

"No, I mean my ass. Aren't you feeling a bit deprived by not having me on all fours?"

Trish looked up into Jack's eyes. "Is this something you are willing to do?"

"I don't know. I've never done it. I have inserted a finger in my ass during masturbation sometimes, but no penetration other than that."

"Well baby. Are you familiar with the terms top and bottom?"

"No."

"They come from the gay world but also apply to the TS world. A bottom is a person who only or mostly likes to receive. A top is a person who prefers to give. I'm mostly a bottom. I like the entire experience of feeling penetrated. It makes me feel more like a woman. So you really don't have to give me your butt. I loved everything that happened tonight and would do it all over and over again and not change anything."

"But you would top me, if I wanted to try it?"

"Oh sure. If you wanted to I would love to do it. In fact, I wouldn't want anyone else to penetrate your sexy ass except for me. If you hang with me you're gonna see I'm a little bit jealous and possessive."

"Must be all that latin blood in you," he spanked her ass as he said it.

Trish laughed. "You be careful, mi papasito!"

They were both tired and about to fall asleep. Before they fell asleep, though, Trish whispered, "Good night, Perfessor!"

Jack replied, "Good night, Doc!" 



Hot for Teacher



I met my Chemistry teacher after school yesterday to make up an assignment.

"The lab should only take about forty-five minutes and the quiz is only ten questions"

"Okay, let's get going." My god he was gorgeous.

When he finished putting out all of the chemicals and supplies I would need. I started to read over the directions. I had a few questions that I needed clarified and I noticed that when he answered them he stood very close behind me and put his hands on my sides. My body started to tingle and I could feel my nipples harden.

I wanted nothing more than to stop working on this lab. Dr. Lacrosse stayed behind me while I worked. Occasionally, he would give me directions and every time he did he would touch my back or my sides or better yet he would run his hands over my hips.

"Shit." I had to combine the contents from three bottles and was having difficulty holding on to everything.

Dr. Lacrosse reached around me, he pressed his body against mine and held the third bottle. "Let me help." He offered.

"Uh-huh." I felt myself press back against him. "You can help me." I closed my eyes and poured the contents of my bottles into the one he was holding. "Thank you Dr. Lacrosse." I put down what I was holding and turned around so I was facing him. He still had his arms around me so I put my hands on his hips and leaned against him.

"I can't be doing this. You're my student." He whispered. At the same time his hands were rubbing my back and bottom.

I pulled his hips closer to mine. "Yes you can. I'm just making up the lab I missed. I have to make up my lab."

With a groan he rubbed himself against me. I could feel how hard he was against my belly. His hands kept my hips pinned to his and he leaned in to kiss me. His lips pressed mine and his tongue searched my mouth. It was the sexiest kiss I had ever had and I was a bit breathless.

His hand slid down my backside and under the hem of my skirt. I had been in such a rush to leave my room I hadn't bothered to put on panties. He smiled against my lips and I felt his fingertips running up and down my ass crack. I was using my hands to give him a hand job through his pants.

"My god you are gorgeous." He marveled.

"Thank you Dr. Lacrosse." I grinned and gave him a quick lick across his lips.

"Jesus, call me Greg. I think we're passed formality." He slid my skirt up over my hips and took a step back to look at me. A slow whistle escaped his lips, I laughed and did a little dance for him. He put his hand on my belly and slid it slowly downward. He never broke eye contact with me, but when I felt his fingers slip over my pussy lips I had to close my eyes.

"You are so wet little girl." His fingers slid slowly into me, his thumb rubbing my clit. It was amazing how slowly he moved his hand inside of me. I was leaning against the lab table and holding onto him for support. While he fingered me so exquisitely his other hand was twisting and pinching my nipples through my shirt and he was kissing my neck. I was quivering and moaning. "Tell me what you want little one."

My only response was a whimper. He moved his fingers a little quicker and pushed his thumb against my clit. "Tell me, what's wrong? I want to hear you say it."

I felt my head drop backwards and my hips start to move against his hand. "Please."

"Please what?" And he slowed his hand a fraction.

"Oh god please" I arched my back so his hand would grasp my breast.

He started to slip his fingers out of my pussy. "You have to tell me what you want, little girl or I don't know what to do."

"Finger me, make me cum. Please make me cum."

He smiled against my neck and moved his fingers back into my hole. He had worked his other hand under my shirt to my tits and was pinching my nipples. I straightened up momentarily to pull my top off completely. His lips immediately found my nipples and I cried out at the warmth of his tongue. All I cared about was his fingers in my pussy. They moved with tortured slowness, his thumb snugly pressed against my clit and moving ever so slightly. His fingertips grazed my g-spot and I could hardly catch my breath. He moved his fingers in and out and in again with a twisting of his wrist to create a swirling inside me.

"Cum for me little girl." I felt him bite my nipple softly and move his fingers more quickly. I increased the motion of my hips to meet his strokes. I was taking in ragged breaths and gasping. He slid another finger into me and moved even quicker, his thumb pressed harder and began moving in circles around my clit, every other stroke out of my pussy he would slide his wet fingertips over my clit to get it even wetter.

"Cum little girl, cum so I can make you cum again." His fingers pressed my g-spot and moved against it. I felt my self let go. He was completely supporting my weight and finger fucking me at the same time. I came in an avalanche. My cunt contracted and my hips shook. All I could do was give in to it. Greg kept fingering me slowly. Letting me relax.

When I had calmed down a bit I was amazed at what had just happened. I think I blacked out I came so hard; I blushed and tried to straighten my skirt. Greg stopped my hands and looked into my eyes.

"Are we done, little girl?" he asked me. I could see in his eyes that if we were it was okay, he had enjoyed that as much as I had, but I could feel his dick against my leg and I wanted it.

I kissed him softly without breaking eye contact and shook my head, "No, we aren't done yet." My arms moved around his neck, down his shoulders to his waist. I started to pull his shirt off. He had very little hair on his chest, but enough to show he was a mature man. It was also obvious this was a guy who worked out, his stomach was flat and his chest and arms were well defined, but not bulky. I unsnapped his Levi's and slid them down his narrow hips. He was not wearing anything under his jeans and I was impressed by the wang the stood out at me. It was not necessarily long, maybe six inches, but it was thick. I kissed his chest and moved down to my knees, kissing my way down his body to help his out of his jeans completely.

His cock was right in front of my face and I let it rub against my cheek. When he stepped out of his jeans I let my hands wander up his legs to his inner thighs. My hands came together and I moved my hands up and down his cock. My tongue slid against his balls. His hands moved to the back of my head and I ran my tongue around the head of his dick continuing the movement of my hands up and down the shaft. I could barely get my mouth over the head of his cock, but I did my best.

"Stand up, little one." His voice was ragged. I let his cock slip out of my mouth and I stood up. It was his turn to undress me. Since I had removed my top earlier he only had my short skirt to deal with. He easily slid it down over my hips and let it fall to the floor. Again he took a step back and just looked at my body.

"Hop up on the table." I was quick to oblige. "Spread your legs." When I did, he stepped closer. I could feel the head of his dick lightly rubbing between my legs. "Further." I slid forward a bit off the edge of the table and spread my legs more; his dick moved into me just a fraction. "Further." His hands moved under my thighs to support me and I moved off the edge of the table, further onto his cock, my legs spread as far as possible. He still wasn't in me all the way, but he pushed forward slightly. I used my elbows to prop myself up. I looked down between my legs to him moving in and out of me. He had just the head of his monster in my snatch, loosening me up, making me even wetter, as if that was possible.

"Do you want it in you little one?" He asked softly, looking me in the eyes.

"Yes, yes I do, I want you in me." I felt my pussy stretching as he moved his thick cock into me. When he had stuffed me full he lifted my thighs straight up and put them over his left shoulder and started to move his hips. His thick cock rubbed my clit and I had to lay back. He moved with the grace of a man who knows what he's doing. His cock touched my entire cunt at once. He moved with deliberate strokes, a man on a mission to make me cum first. He was doing a damn good job; I was so close I was panting.

"Harder," I don't know where that request came from but I wanted him to push me over the edge fast, before I died from pleasure. His hips were happy to help me out. He almost fucked me over the edge of the table before I came like a thunderclap. My legs slid down his arm and he hooked his arms under my knees, his dick still inside me, still not finished.

"Sit up, put your arms around my neck." We kissed again like hungry animals, sucking and biting. He lifted me off the table and carried me, still impaled on his dick, over to his desk. He sat me on the edge and withdrew himself from me. "Bend over the desk – I want you from behind. Put our elbows on the desk and spread your legs, little one."

I did as directed. His hands ran lightly over my ass and up my back. I felt his dick at my hole and pushed back against it. He held me in place, nothing more in me than the very tip of his cock. He slid it up and down between my pussy lips, over my clit, around my hole. And then slowly he let it slide back into me. He brought a hand around pelvis and let his fingers rub my clit. His other hand rested on my bottom, his fingers tracing my crack, tickling my other entrance. He moved in and out of me forcefully, but expertly. I could feel another orgasm quickly building within me.

He continued to play with my clit, but his other hand was concentrating on my butt hole, pressing lightly. At some point he must have switched hands because the hand on my bottom was wet and I could feel a finger pushing into my ass. The sensation was strange, but wonderful. He moved his finger so that it alternated with his prick. It was like fucking a pair of pistons. Greg's breathing became quicker and shallower; his hips moved faster and harder, he was rubbing my clit frantically. I knew he wanted us to come together. I moved my hips back against him and took over rubbing my clit. He pulled his other finger from my ass and grabbed my hips to pull me further back against him. I was afraid that if I didn't cum soon I would miss it. I was getting a mile a minute fucking and loving it, but I wanted to finish.

"Oh baby girl, I'm cuming." He reached up and put his hands on my shoulders to hold me close against him. I felt his prick get thicker and thought I would die, it felt so good. When I felt his load let go I came. It was so hot and it filled me completely. I could feel it running down my pussy lips. Greg just stayed inside me. He kissed my spine and rubbed his hands over my hips and flanks.

I couldn't move. I let my arms collapse under me on top of the desk. When Greg finally pulled out of me I still couldn't move. He lightly smacked my bottom.

"Do I have to finish my lab?" 



Hot for Teacher



"Turn to page one-oh-eight in your textbooks," beamed Miss Schmidt. I didn't even comprehend the words coming from her mouth, my mind lost in her gentle voice, her thin lips moving softly as she spoke. 

It was the third day of my second semester in university, and Miss Schmidt was my new math teacher. Her beauty was breathtaking; her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair lit up the room, her perfectly tanned skin a deep gold hue, her voluptuous breasts belying her slender figure. Her delicate hands held a textbook against her stomach while she stood at the front of the classroom, her thin fingers untouched by a ring. 

My penis had been filled with blood since I had first sat down, the first time I had ever willingly positioned myself at the front of a class. While other students took notes, listened carefully, or played games on their laptops, I studied Miss Schmidt. 

She was wearing a simple black skirt that ended just below her knees, showing off her smooth shins and athletic calves, along with an unassuming pair of black high heels, which were unfortunately not open-toed, but highlighted her lovely ankles and small feet well. Her white blouse hugged her tight figure nicely, the sleeves rolled neatly up to her elbow, showing off just a little bit of cleavage through the buttoned-up front. A small heart-shaped diamond pendant attached to a thin silver necklace adorned her thin neck, matched by a pair of small diamond earrings that I caught a glimpse of from time to time. She looked to be in her early thirties or late twenties, her brown eyes mature and loving, yet lonely and unfulfilled. 

She walked back to a large white-board behind her desk, effortlessly writing out elaborate algebraic formulas and explaining them to the class while I gawked at her flawless figure. My whole body tensed, my hungry cock throbbing in my pants as she bent over her desk to grab a stack of papers, the outline of her unbelievable ass pointed in my direction not twenty feet away. I could barely manage to control myself, only pure logic stopping me from leaping to the front of the class and ravaging her in front of my peers. 

After handing out a large work package and explaining what she wanted done, she politely dismissed the class and sat at her desk, focusing her attention on her computer keyboard while everyone filed out the door to her left. I waited until I was the last student in the room, then I approached her, holding my binder in front of my crotch to hide the bulge in my jeans. 

Uhm, Miss Schmidt, could you help me? I don't understand some of it," I asked, a tingling sensation on the back of my neck when she looked up and made eye contact. 

"Were you having trouble with the last equation?" she replied sweetly. I, of course, had no idea what equation she was talking about nor did I care. 

"Uh, yeah... the last one." 

"No problem, I'll show you." She took out a piece of paper and started writing down a jumbled mess of letters and numbers, none of which I had the ability to focus on at the moment. I placed my binder on her desk and leaned over, pretending to look at the page while she was explaining herself, nodding when she looked at me, staring down her blouse when she wasn't. "Do you get it now?" 

"I think so. Thanks a lot." I straightened up, momentarily forgetting about my study buddy, which was just inches away from her face. I saw her glance down and turn away, an unmistakable smirk twisting her lips as she returned to the keyboard. 

"Anytime," she said, a hint of playfulness in her voice. I felt myself blush and hurriedly grabbed my binder, quickly making my way to the door. I couldn't leave like that, embarrassed and still craving the warm embrace of my beautiful teacher. The hallway was nearly empty, as it was one of the last evening classes of the day. I stopped in the doorway, then turned and shut the door, letting my penis do the thinking for me. 

"Miss Schmidt," I announced to get her attention. 

"Yes?" Before she could fully swivel her chair in my direction, I stood before her with my binder tossed on the floor. I lifted her chin up toward me as I closed my eyes and kissed her deeply, placing my left hand on her slender shoulder. Her lips were warm and inviting, her body tense after a startled inhale. 

Our lips parted and I opened my eyes, staring directly into her beautiful brown eyes, sparkling with shock and...relief? She put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me into her, passionately locking lips, our lustful breathing joined. She stood up, holding my head with both of her warm hands while I gently felt her hips, sneaking up under her shirt to feel the small of her back, our tongues dancing in one another's mouth. My hands slid along her back to her butt as I gently lifted her up and laid her down on her desk, clearing a space with my hands as I now stood between the legs of a goddess. She lifted my shirt up to my ribs, caressing my hips and back while I lovingly covered her neck and chest in kisses, her head stretched back, eyes closed as faint, eager moans left her parted lips. 

I postured up to take off my shirt, tossing it aside and quickly returning to her neck as I unbuttoned her blouse, licking the inside of her ear, flicking her small diamond earring with my tongue. I opened her shirt like a present, unveiling her amazing, fit stomach, her incredible breasts hidden in a plain white bra. I tasted the sweetness of her skin, licking her toned stomach before sticking my tongue in her navel, playfully flicking around while I fondled her still sheathed tits. 

She helped me get her blouse off, throwing it onto the floor, then she unbuckled her bra for me, revealing her perfectly round twins, her small nipples hard. I traced the outlines of her boobs with my tongue, then kissed her nipples, first short and light then long and heavy, then with my tongue, rolling her stiff points around over and over. I wrapped my lips around her teat, suckling harder and harder, groping her other breast with my hand, switching back and forth. 

Getting down on my knees, my head was at the perfect height to see the black panties she was wearing under her skirt. I turned my attention to her legs, kissing her scarless knees and shins while I slipped the high heels from her petit feet. I caressed her left calf and ankle, holding her toes to my face as I licked the sole of her foot, her soft skin salty with a tinge of sweat. I sucked on each of her gorgeous toes, her nails short and unpainted just as I like them. I did the same to her other foot, savoring her high arch, smooth heel, and little toes. 

Her skirt slid off of her silky skin, along with her panties, of which I held to my mouth to taste and smell. I pulled her butt to the edge of the desk and sat up, ready for my meal. I nuzzled her cute brown pubic hair with my mouth and chin, her short hairs prickly on my clean-shaven face. My hands glide along her thighs while I kissed every inch of her beautiful vagina, pressing my lips hard against hers. My tongue gently flicked around and inside her pussy, her clitoris already swollen and out of its hood. 

She reached down and spread her outer lips with her fingers, inviting me inside her gates of pleasure. My tongue happily accepted the invitation, forcing itself deep inside, wiggling around in her tight vag with joy. I ate her out happily, my tongue as deep inside her as possible and making lapping motions, my nose pressed against her swollen clit. Her moans grew louder, her body tense, the fingers of her right hand gripping her pretty blonde hair as her spine stiffened, her body rigid, head reared back. She struggled to stay quiet but quickly gave up, screaming in pleasure as she reached climax, pelvis shaking and diaphragm heaving, legs spread wide with toes curled. 

The orgasm lasted for well over a minute, her screaming relentless, probably the first orgasm she had had in quite some time. I retracted my tongue and held her hips steady, lightly kissing her wet pussy while she caught her breath, her body starting to relax. After she had settled down, I began to softly touch her warm pussy with the tips of my fingers, gently rubbing my nose in her pubic hair. 

She began to massage her breasts, squeezing and rubbing her plump jugs while I tenderly inched my index and middle finger into her precious vagina. My tongue started to play with her bright red clit, flicking it back and forth, rolling it around, my hand starting to move back and forth. Her faint moans turned to joyful cries in no time, my fingers sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy while I licked and sucked on her clit, sending her into the sweet ecstasy of orgasm. 

Her body shuddered, stiffened, her voice peaking, hands clasping her beautiful tits while bodily fluids seeped onto my fingers. I slowed down to a stop right along with her, withdrawing my fingers and sucking off her juices as she winded down. 

Standing up I met her gaze, her face brightened by a heavenly smile and thankful eyes. I hurriedly unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants, releasing my neglected shaft. My penis had been almost entirely stiff for several hours, sore from being caged by a pair of jeans. I slipped off my boxers and revealed my engorged member, glowing bright red and aimed right at Miss Schmidt. Her eyebrows raised and lips curled in a surprised smile before she looked back up at me, awaiting my next move. I felt like I was about to explode, my dick throbbing and my balls tingling in discomfort, crying for relief. 

Tenderly parting her gates with my tip, I entered, inching deeper inside, happy with the noticeable sigh she made when her pussy fully engulfed my rod. I leaned over and kissed her chest and protruding clavicle, pressing her hands against the desk by her sides with mine. Her knees bent and her calves touched the backs of my thighs, toes pointed toward the ground. I gently thrust my hips to and fro, feeling intense pleasure from her tight hole, as if I was going to burst... 

"Oh, fuck," I mumbled in her ear as my cock spasmed violently inside her, beginning to erupt. I felt her calves press heavily on my thighs, pulling me fully inside of her pussy while my body tingled and shook, warm cum shooting into her. Her arms escaped from under me as she placed her loving hands on my back, hugging me tight, my breath heavy on her neck while an unbelievable load poured inside of her heavenly walls. She held me tight until after I stopped shaking, the swelling subsiding. 

"I'm sorry, that's never happened to me before. I had waited for so long-" I stuttered. 

"It's okay. Don't worry about it, I understand. It's okay," she consoled, rubbing my back gingerly. Her voice was incredibly soothing, her motherly tone forgiving and kind. "I'm sure I can start you up again." 

Her hands gently pushed me away, dislodging my limp cock from her tight pussy as she got down on her knees, using my jeans as a cushion. Her warm red lips tickled my freshly trimmed pubic hair, her fingers gingerly caressing my family jewels. She nuzzled my soft shaft, moving it up and down playfully using only her nose. She held the base of my penis with one hand, running her tongue back and forth along my soft dick, lightly kissing it from time to time. She popped my head into her mouth, lips tight just behind the corona, her tongue flicking and rolling around my tip while her fingers tenderly rubbed my cock. 

It was taking an abnormally long time for me to get hard, as I usually only took a minute or two, but she didn't seem to care, patiently licking and rubbing my red shaft stiff. 

Her lips slid off my hard on and her hand held my cock, slowly guiding me along the lines of her face, my tip rubbing across her smooth jawline, moist lips, petit nose, and closed eyelids. 

After kissing my tip passionately, she returned her mouth to my shaft, inching her lips to just past halfway down my penis and back, gradually picking up speed. She added her right hand, with which she was very talented: she stroked my cock in unison with her lips, but in the opposite direction, her hand meeting her lips in the middle of my shaft, over and over, her gorgeous blonde hair swaying back and forth. She started going farther down, her hand slowly moving less and less until it stopped and she unwrapped my rod, placing it on my thigh to mirror her other hand. 

She continued to pleasure me with her mouth, carefully taking me deeper down her throat, testing her gag reflex. Her nose touched my pubic hair and stayed, my dick almost completely hidden in her mouth, her fingers clutching my thighs while the tip of my penis pressed against the back of her throat. Her eyes closed tight in discomfort, her mouth open as she tried her best not to gag. She slowly backed off of my cock, a string of spittle connecting my tip to her lower lip while she gasped for air. 

She went right back to work, sucking deeper and deeper until she swallowed me whole, rearing her head back and forth while I held her hands on my hips. She backed off again after my cock tickled the back of her throat, still gasping for air when I bent over and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. 

I helped her onto her feet and turned her around, bending her over her desk and gently pressing her down, her stomach flat on the cold wood with her legs slightly spread, her head turned to the side and resting on her desk. 

"I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you," I whispered in her ear, kissing the back of her neck before I stood straight and leveled my hips with hers. 

"Please do honey, I want it so bad," she whispered back, spreading her glorious butt cheeks for me. 

My engorged member quickly slipped into her magnificent pussy, warm and wet and ready. I held her hips and thrust mine, quickly picking up speed, her voice rising with it. Her precious hands clenched the edge of the desk above her head, knuckles white. My pubic bone pounded against her flawless ass, shaking her whole body with every thrust, her eyes closed and mouth open, breasts jiggling against the dark wood. She started to scream louder than ever before, lifting her head up, her body rigid. 

"Ohhh fuck, ohhh yes fuck meee, ohhhhh!" she screamed in joyful agony. I barely even felt her cum, her body shaking too much beforehand to be able to notice. I slowed to a crawl after her voice lowered into a painful moan, her body heaving, breath heavy. I held her hands on the edge of the desk and leaned over, tenderly kissing her back and shoulder blades while she recovered from orgasm. 

Once her body steadied, I turned her over onto her back, putting her right leg over my left shoulder and reentering her dripping wet vag. I held her calf loosely, her hand under her knee to hold up her leg, foot pointed behind me with her knee right beside my face. Her left leg hung loosely off the side of the desk, of which I held her thigh. She postured up on her left elbow, looking slightly up at me while I slowly thrust my hips back and forth, steady and controlled. I watched her fit stomach rise and fall, unwavering, the soft moans leaving her lips enjoying every moment. I took her hand and held it on her left thigh, hugging her right leg tight to my body while I steadily pulped my hips.

Again, I felt the urge to ravage her, to feel the slapping of her angelic pussy against my crotch. I pulled her butt slightly off the desk, putting her left leg over my other shoulder, her knees sandwiching my head. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the desk at her sides, our faces only a foot apart. I began to thrust my hungry penis as fast and as hard as I could, shaking the whole desk in the process, her hands latching onto my arms to stop her from moving, the slapping of our genitals fighting with the cries from her throat. Her head reared back, mouth wide open, her neck tense, voluptuous breasts bouncing wildly on her chest. Pencils and papers pushed aside from earlier fell onto the floor, the desk creaking while her feet swayed above me. I watched as her chest began to shine with sweat, her fingernails starting to dig into my arms, her heavenly cries deafening. The tingling of orgasm coursed through my body, but I didn't want to climax yet. I gradually stopped, soon realizing that I was breathing just as hard as she was. 

I straightened up and spread her legs, bending them at the knee and placing her small feet on my stomach, her hands joining her feet with her arms between her legs. I gingerly moved my hips back and forth, nice and slow, both of our bodies slick with sweat. I held her knees tenderly, entranced by the face of a goddess, eyes closed and calm, gently moaning while I pleasured her pussy. 

She seemed to enjoy the slower pace, quietly repeating "Oh yes baby" and "Just like that" in between moans. I felt my body tingle again, and this time I embraced it. As I felt my body tense joyfully, penis pulsing in delight, I pulled out of her warm embrace and held my shaft, shiny and wet from her happy vag. 

Thick semen shot out of my pulsing rod, painting thick lines of white on her orange stomach and in her navel, the longest stretching up all the way into her cleavage. She relaxed her legs and let them hang loosely off the desk, her slight hands rubbing my cum all over her sweaty stomach. 

She opened her eyes and smiled, observing her messy stomach, wiping the last drop from the tip of my shrinking penis with her thumb. She meticulously wiped off every inch of her stomach with her fingers, looking up at me sexily every time she sucked a finger clean. I bent over and kissed both of her cheeks, then her forehead, letting her lush blonde hair flow through my fingers. My tired penis rested on her tiny pubic hair, my lips smothering her neck and chest in kisses while she rubbed my back with her endearing hands. 

"Thank you," she whispered in my ear before kissing it. 

"No, thank you Miss Schmidt. Can we do this again?" 

"I would really love that." And we did. After almost every one of her classes I had for the rest of the semester.



Hot for Teacher



I looked up from my thick History book I bought for my first semester at university. The professor walked into the room, and I nearly let out a moan. His tall, built body walked to the front of the class, he smiled and introduced himself as Brian Arnold, our new History professor. I wasn't sure what happened the first 10 minutes of class, I was too busy taking in the details of his sexy blonde hair, brown eyes, pale skin and sexy Irish accent. Before long my eyes lowered to his crotch, fantasizing about his cock pounding into my dark, tight pussy. I was brought back to reality when I heard him ask the class a question about the causes of the English Civil War. Wanting him to take notice of me I raised my hand and answered the question. He seemed impressed with my answer and by the way he was looking at me, he seemed impressed with me. 

I haven't always been the pretty one, but as the years went on I developed into a very sexy 21 year old woman with smooth skin, dark as chocolate, beautiful brown eyes and long black hair. But what really gets the guys going is my round, firm 34C breasts, flat stomach and slender, but curvy figure. I did finally pay attention to the class and I am glad I did, it turns out he was an excellent teacher who was very passionate about History, which made it all the harder to resist him. 

After class I stayed behind when everyone had left and told him how much I enjoyed the class. I could sense by the way he was looking after me he found me hot, so I decided to tease him. I 'accidently' dropped my book and bent over to retrieve it, giving him a nice few of my sexy round black ass. As I turned around I saw that he was flustered and blushing, but I knew he liked what he saw. 

The next day I sat in the front of the class, I had on a short skirt and no panties. When Brian came in I smiled at him and he smiled back. He began teaching and I opened my legs so he could get a nice view of my shaved black pussy. He started to stammer, and I enjoyed what I was doing to him. I gave him a sexy smile as he regained his composure. Wanting to torture him some more I began touching myself. Sliding my finger in and out of my wet pussy, before I slipped my finger into my mouth and licking off my pussy juices. By that time Brian had a very noticeably huge bulge in his jeans, getting harder and harder the more he watched me. He tried to resist; to teach the class as usual, but he couldn't keep his eyes off me pleasuring myself. I closed my legs, I was done teasing him for now, and 30 minutes later the class ended. 

I stayed behind after everyone else had left and it was just Brian and I. He had his back to me and wasn't sure if he knew I was there. I called out his name and when he turned around his bulge was still there. Up close I could see the outline of his huge 8 inch cock struggling to break free from his jeans. A look of lust was in his eyes as he told me I had been a very naughty school girl and was in need of punishment. 

'I would be happy to do whatever you want to make it up to you,' I replied before he started undoing his pants and taking out his huge white cock. I got on my knees and wrapped my full lips around his cock, taking it all in my mouth and hearing him gasp in pleasure. I rang my tongue up and down his cock enjoying the taste of his pre cum going down my throat. 'That's enough,' Brian rasped in that sexy Irish accent that drove me wild. He pulled me up to kiss me deeply whilst he put his hand up my skirt. Pushing my panties to the side he began fingering my wet cunt, slowly at first, then faster as my moans got louder. 'You're a very naughty girl! Touching yourself in front of me, making me hard in front of the class.' I moaned that I was sorry, but that wasn't enough for him. He took his fingers out of my dripping wet pussy, and made me lick off all of my juices. He whispered in my ear that I was naughty little slut who deserved a good spanking. Brian pulled up my skirt and bent me over his desk. He pulled my white panties down and grabbed my thick black ass. 

'I'm going to tear that ass up with my cock, after I punish you.' The next thing I knew I felt his hand slap my ass and I screamed out in ecstasy. He kept spanking me until my ass was raw I was begging his to fuck me with that thick Irish cock of his. He soon obliged, tearing off his pants and I felt his hard cock pressed against my ass. He teased me, putting the tip of cock just at the entrance of my throbbing pussy whilst he whispered, 'that only a true whore could enjoy this 8 inch cock,' before he completely entered me, his slapping against my pussy. I had never felt so full before, I begged him to fuck me harder, faster. He grabbed my tights, squeezing my dark erect nipples as he fucked me so hard I was screaming out his name in pleasure. 

'Take me on top of the desk,' I begged. He came out, grabbed me by the waist and put me up on his desk; entering me as I put my legs over his shoulder. 'Oh fuck, you have such a wet pussy; it feels so good wrapped around my cock!' I moaned in reply, feeling every inch of his 8 inch cock plunging in and out my dark pussy. I soon felt myself beginning to orgasm as my pussy tightened and I screamed out his name while I came all over his cock. He kissed me until my body stopped shaken with sheer pleasure. Taking out his cock he began jerking off at the sight of me until he came all over my dark tits and made me lick him clean.

After getting dressed we kissed, looking forward to class next week.



Hot for Teacher



Abi knocked on the door of Dr. Byrnes' office. Byrnes was Abi's History professor, and he was also her most attractive one. He was tall and strong, with a beard that he kept shaved close to his face, giving his sculpted jaw line even more definition. And he was young, not more than 8 years over Abi's nineteen. She had always been attracted to him, and hoped to God that he didn't know. She'd be mortified. 

Abi was nervous. She was at his office after class because he'd asked her to be. She was sure that it was because he had caught her staring at the bulge in his pants earlier that day. He had been standing in front of the class, right in front of her desk, and then he had sat down, crossing his ankles in front of him, pushing his package up in his lap, and she had not been able to look away. He's going to chew me out, she thought. I'm done. He's going to fail me.

As she tried to think of an excuse to explain away her blatant ogling, a deep voice came through the door.

"Come on in." 

She took hold of the door handle and slowly pushed it open. Dr. Byrnes was seated across the room at his desk. 

"Hello, Abi."

"Um... Hi, Dr. Byrnes."

He looked up at her, his face stern. "Well, sit down." He gestured to a couch off to the side of the room, grouped with two worn armchairs. Abi walked over to the couch and sat down, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She grimaced at his curt attitude. 

Her professor walked over and sat opposite her in an armchair. "Abi, I think you know why I asked you here."

It's over. I'm done. 

"I really enjoy having you in my class, Abi."

What? her stomach jumped. Maybe he didn't actually see me!

"You seem very intelligent. You have a lot of potential." 

"Um... Thanks? I try hard."

"I can tell. But it's more than that, Abi. You seem very intent on impressing me." Dr. Byrnes looked at her with penetrating green eyes. It was somewhat unnerving.

"Uh..." Abi answered lamely, "I try to keep on my professors' good sides."

Dr. Byrnes looked skeptical. "You seem to have taken a particular liking to me."

"What do you mean? I mean, I like your class and all..." Abi's heart was racing. He knows.

"Abi, I saw you staring at me today," her professor said frankly. 

"Wha—? I... uh... I don't know what you're, um... talking about." I'm dead.

Dr. Byrnes raised his eyebrows and smirked. "You're a terrible liar, Abi."

Abi burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Dr. Byrnes! I... I... It will never happen again, I promise!" Dr. Byrnes got up from his chair quickly and sat beside her. 

"Shh, Abi. Calm down." He put his arm around her and she leaned in awkwardly. "Shh." He tipped her chin up and looked at her, his eyes smoldering. "I never said I didn't like it."

He took her face between his hands and brought his lips to hers. The spark was electrifying, sending shivers all the way between Abi's legs, but she pulled away.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Dr. Byrnes," she said half-heartedly. "It's..."

He looked at her skeptically. "It's what? Abi, you and I both know you don't mean that."

She looked down, embarrassed. "I know. I mean, I'm really attracted to you... it's just... you're my teacher... I mean, I could never..." She looked down at his package. It was noticeably bigger than earlier.

"Sure you can." He grabbed her face with both strong, calloused hands and kissed her roughly.

Abi was taken aback—in a very good way—at his roughness. She was getting increasingly turned on at the prospect of being with an older, more experienced man... who also happened to be her teacher. The sheer taboo of it made her even more excited. 

Dr. Byrnes ran his fingers through her hair, then reached in between them and found her nipples through her thin shirt. He ran his thumbs over them lightly. "Oh my god..." she gasped, breaking the kiss only for a second. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head, then unclasped her bra. She found herself naked from the waist up, and all of a sudden, before she could do anything, Dr. Byrnes grabbed her around the waist and began to trail rough kisses from her neck downward. He bent his head and his mouth found her nipple. He sucked hard on it, and Abi moaned. "Dr. Byrnes... Oh my god."

His lips felt so good on her breasts. He kissed all over them, starting on the underside, then rounding her nipple. He planted rough kisses all up her chest and onto her neck, sucking on the skin behind her ear. She threw her head back and sighed as he worked his mouth back down her chest, locking once more on her now hard nipple, lightly squeezing its pair between his thumb and forefinger.

Abi was overcome with pleasure. He knew exactly where to touch her, exactly where to kiss to make her mouth water and make her so wet.

Her fingers dug into his scalp and she tugged him off of her. Before he could protest, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped it open. "My turn," she said with a grin. She looked down and found an amazing, defined chest framed by thick arms and broad shoulders. He looked so strong, like he could throw her around if he wanted to. And she wanted him to.

She put her hands on his hard shoulders and stood on her toes to suck lightly on his neck. He threw his head back and breathed her name. Her lips were soft but firm on his neck, and he imagined that that was what her clit would feel like. She whispered in his ear, her breath hot on his neck. "Put your hands on me." He reached down and rubbed her through her jeans.

"Oh, Byrnes... yes..."

Abi ran her hands down his chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat for a second, and then cupped him through his slacks. She could feel him harden and thicken. His eyes widened and he gasped. "Oh, Abi..." 

But then he composed himself and smirked. "Glad to get your hands on that?"

Abi looked up through her eyelashes. "What do you th—?"

But before she could finish her answer, he wrapped one chiseled forearm around her waist and picked her up. She gasped, but he put her down in a second, setting her slouching on the couch. 

Dr. Byrnes dropped to his knees and unbuttoned her jeans. He yanked them down, revealing the lacy match to her bra. He took her knees and pulled them apart. 

She looked down at him with pleading eyes. He knew what she needed. He bent his head and licked her through the fabric of her panties. She gasped and scratched her nails across his shoulders. She was wet already, nearly soaking through the fabric. He continued to tease her mercilessly, pressing his thumb into her most sensitive spot through the fabric, breathing hot breath on her, touching her inner thighs, until she breathlessly demanded, "More."

He pulled her panties down around her ankles and licked her inner thigh. 

"Oh, please..." she begged.

Dr. Byrnes looked up at Abi's face, his eyes devious. He brought his mouth to her wet clit and sucked hard.

"Oh my god, Dr. Byrnes. Oh my god... that feels so good..." Abi thought she would explode. His lips were firm on her clit, making waves of pleasure pulse through her whole body. The fact that he was a teacher made it even better... every time he talked during class this is what she would think of.

Her professor looked up and smirked. He knew that he had complete control of her pleasure, and he couldn't wait to make her feel better than she ever had. 

Before she realized what he was doing, he slipped two fingers inside of her and bent them up, pushing firmly on her G-spot. She bucked up, unable to speak, opening her mouth in silent pleasure. He brought his mouth back to her clit, now even wetter than before.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and he sucked on her clit harder. 

"I'm going to come... don't stop, don't stop!" Abi couldn't think. She surrendered her body to the waves of her orgasm.

"Oh my god. Oh, fuck yes, Dr. Byrnes, yes!"

Dr. Byrnes wrapped his arm behind her waist and locked his mouth on her, holding fast through her orgasm.

When she finally relaxed, he stood up and kissed her. Breathing hard, she took his face between her hands and gasped, "Thank you... that was amazing." He smiled and lifted her gently off the couch, still kissing her all over her mouth and neck. 

Standing on weak knees, she ran her hands down his chest. She dragged her fingers down his "happy trail", thinking about just how happy it was.

She dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs, revealing a long, hard cock. He was easily 8 inches and as big around as her wrist. She looked at his length, then up at his face. 

"Lucky me," she smirked. Before he could say anything, she cupped his balls and took him into her mouth. 

He let out a low, growling moan. "Oh my god, Abi... You're so good at this..." She smirked and licked his tip, making him flinch. 

"You were, too, Dr. Byrnes," she answered, wrapping her hands around his cock and slowly bringing them up. "I had to reciprocate." 

She looked into his eyes, slipped her lips over the head of his cock, and wrapped her fingers around the base of it. She sucked hard on it and rolled his balls between her fingers. 

"Abi... your mouth feels so good..."

Abi smiled, grabbed his hips, and took all of him into her mouth, then pressed her thumb into the sensitive spot behind his balls. His knees went weak. "Oh my god, Abi, stop... I'm going to come if you don't stop."

Abi stopped reluctantly and stood up. Running her hands over his chest, she said, "I want you inside of me, Dr. Byrnes." She looked up at his face, her eyes bright and seductive. He grabbed her around the waist and carried her across the room, splaying her bare body over his desk. 

He looked down at Abi. He couldn't believe he was about to have sex with his student. It was highly immoral, but he didn't care. She was perfect: intelligent, beautiful, and amazing at what she had just been doing. He bent down and licked her once between her legs, accomplishing what he'd intended: she twitched and moaned. 

"Now. I need you, now, Dr. Byrnes." 

His eyes smoldered, and he entered her with one long, quick movement. He groaned. She was smooth and so wet. His cock pulsed inside of her. 

Abi gasped. "Oh my fucking god... you're so big..." 

Dr. Byrnes pushed in further. As they rocked back and forth, Abi bucked her hips into him, and he could barely speak. The feel of her around him was more than he could take, and the feeling of him inside her was enough to make her scream.

He reached down, rubbing his fingers into her clit, making her writhe and buck up to meet his hand. He groaned. "Oh my god, Abi... you're so fucking tight."

Abi reached down with one hand and wrapped her fingers around the part of his cock that didn't fit inside of her, causing him to throw his head back. "Oh my god, Abi... I'm going to explode." Dr. Byrnes moaned. That set her off. She wrapped her legs around his back, forcing him further into her.

She screamed his name. Her moans and the clenching of her muscles made him crazy, and he tensed and groaned. "Fuck, yes..." She felt him get bigger and come inside of her, and she moaned one last time. 

They collapsed on to the desk together, and he bent down and kissed her roughly, breathing hard. 

"Dr. Byrnes," Abi said as they tried to find all of their clothes. "That was amazing... Are we going to... Do this again...?"

He finished buttoning his slacks and turned to her, his eyes dark. He pulled her head to the side and kissed her neck, making her knees buckle. 

"Absolutely," he whispered.



Hot for Teacher



Never did I think I would find myself in an all-girls program. I looked around in amazement on orientation day as the 41 other first year students sat around me, chatting excitedly. They were all girls. According to the professors, this was typical. Despite that I'm also a girl, I'm not really what you would think of as a "girly girl." Anything further than the most basic concepts of make-up, accessories and style completely elude me. For example, I have a vague concept of what a cuticle is and I recently learned that blush and lip color are supposed to match. Who knew? Most days I'm content to wear jeans and a t-shirt-- occasionally, on a day when I'm feeling fancy, a sun dress with some sandals.

Of course, it wasn't a conscious decision; I had assumed that there would be more men in the AuD program, particularly at such a large, prestigious university. But I somehow wound up here, adrift and confused in a sea of fashion and other womanly topics that I could hardly share in a conversation about. Academics had always been more my specialty.

It wasn't that I disliked the girls-- I simply craved seeing a male face once in a while, and having a conversation with a guy. Guys always seemed easier to talk to, to me. I had a fiance, so I wasn't interested in finding a life partner or anything. I just appreciate seeing an attractive guy every now and then. Not to mention that my fiance travels frequently for work, leaving me lonely in more than one way... A handsome face would go a long way to get me through the lonely nights in my cold, small apartment. Perhaps that's why I started developing complex emotions toward Jay, the lone male professor in this estrogen fueled environment.

He wasn't particularly attractive; he had an ever widening bald spot on the back of his head, and even his loose fitting clothing revealed that he was not in optimal shape. Still, what hair he had left was dark, he had striking blue eyes with a strong jaw, and he really wasn't in HORRIBLE shape. He spoke both eloquently and quietly. Sometimes he joked sarcastically during class, and other times he snapped in an infuriatingly passive aggressive manner at the slightest provocation. There was a certain social awkwardness about him that I could easily relate to. In all, he was a complex enigma that I desperately wanted to figure out. I found myself inexplicably attracted to him, though I constantly resisted such feelings. Not only were they highly inappropriate, but he also had a way of destroying a girl's confidence in a few short words, which was a trait I found highly unattractive. So despite my attraction, I also hated him with an ever growing passion. It was the epitome of a complicated love-hate relationship.

I can still remember the first day that I had decided to wear a black skirt to clinic. It was pleated all around and fell below my mid-thigh. It was not particularly daring or sexy, but I would never get away with wearing anything remotely "daring or sexy" during my professional clinical duties. I wore with it a simple, purple sleeveless blouse and a pair of patterned, knit black stockings with black, open-toed heels. As I stood with a classmate discussing a case, I looked up briefly out of the corner of my eye to see Jay, standing from the doorway with a coffee in his hand. His eyes raked across my body from head-to-toe and an unexpected thrill coursed through my body. I looked quickly back to the case I had been discussing, before he had a chance to notice that I had seen him looking. For the rest of the day, I had tried puzzling out why he would have been looking at me like that. My initial thrill turned to worry and doubt. Perhaps my outfit had been inappropriate after all, despite that it had seemed fine to me-- he never mentioned it, though. He was married, after all, and despite working with many other young women who were much more beautiful than myself, he never seemed to express any kind of subtle sexual interest in anyone. He was strictly business, and quite frankly, seemed disinterested in anyone but himself.

After that encounter, I scolded myself when I blushed at his simple, rare compliments: "Great job on that test, Elle," and "Your haircut looks nice." Even comments that could be interpreted in a mildly sexual way were expressed in such a flat, expressionless, nonchalant manner that my immediate pleasure was quickly replaced by disappointment.

One bright, sunny Friday during class near the end of the second semester, our summer clinic schedules were given to us. I glanced at it, searching for my own name and quickly finding it. I sighed, realizing that I would be working under the supervision of a slightly flaky, erratic professor on Wednesday mornings, but bit back a small smile as I read my other clinic assignment... I would be working with Jay... alone... during the late night clinic on Thursdays.

The thrill of Jay was quickly forgotten as finals loomed ever nearer. The seemingly endless parade of sleepless nights and frustrating exams seemed as though they would never end, but finally they did, and we had a glorious week to ourselves before the start of the summer session. I went hiking in the Adirondacks with my fiance and visited friends and family at home. I had all but forgotten Jay until the first Thursday night that I would be working in the clinic.

When I arrived, I was upset. My fiance had left that morning for another business trip, and we'd had an argument about his travel schedule the night before. Depressed, I dragged myself into the clinic and miserably stared at my case file, not absorbing the information written within the pages. Compounded with my gloomy disposition, I knew that I would perform terribly-- in front of Jay, nonetheless-- if I couldn't pull it together and extract some meaningful information from the file. Suddenly, Jay's head popped around the corner of the door and he announced that my client had arrived.

"Let's not keep him waiting," he said, looking meaningfully between my face and the clock as I snapped the file shut, feeling flustered and rushed. We walked together in silence to meet the client while I smoothed my hair with my hands.

"Hello, my name is Elle and I'm a first year graduate student. I'll be working with you today!" I said in the brightest, cheeriest tone that I could muster. It did not match my mood in the slightest, but I hoped that my true emotions were not showing. The elderly man looked up at me and shook his head.

"A student?" He asked, eying me with disdain. I looked to John, uncertainly. Ever the professional, he quickly replied, "No worries, I'll be supervising. You should have been informed when you scheduled the appointment, however, that there would be a possibility that you would be seen by a student." He looked at me and I gulped. I guess I was supposed to call and let the old man know that...

The old man grumbled incoherently as he slowly rose, his knobby knees shaking with age. We slowly walked back to the therapy room, and I tried to elicit a conversation with him. He replied grumpily with little more than one word answers. Finally, we arrived at the room and I asked him to take a seat. Sitting down across from him, I asked him brightly what had brought him into the clinic today.

"I just filled out a bunch of papers, can't you just read them?" he snapped. With a small sigh, I realized that this was going to be challenging. I really didn't want to look incompetent in front of Jay, especially not with how badly the rest of my day had gone up until this point. Jay leaned against the doorway, mostly out of sight but keenly listening.

I cleared my throat and said, "Well, it will be good to hear it from you."

The old man glared at me and said, "I'm here to buy a hearing aid! What else does anyone ever come here for?"

I frowned, confused. I had thought that this would be a simple, half hour long appointment, but apparently it was a consultation, which generally lasted about an hour and a half. I certainly wasn't prepared for that. I could feel my panic rising.

After I fumbled awkwardly for several moments with the old man fuming and raising his voice, , Jay stepped in. He gave me a look that the patient couldn't see which clearly suggested that we would be talking about this failed consultation later. Shoulders slumped in defeat, I slunk off to another chair in the room which was out of the way, and Jay took over the rest of the appointment. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and wondered what he would later say to me.

What felt like hours later, the patient left after happily ordering a brand new pair of top of the line hearing aids. Despite that I was dreading the next several moments, I couldn't help but admire how well Jay worked with patients. Jay turned to me as soon as the old man was out the door and said, "Follow me to my office," motioning with his head. He didn't sound angry, but that didn't mean much with the ever enigmatic John. I smoothed my gray skirt nervously and followed him to the elevator, my black heels clicking in the otherwise silent and empty building.

Once in the elevator, despite that I knew I was in trouble, I started to feel my heart beat faster from being in such close proximity to him. I kept my eyes mostly on the floor, but I chanced a brief glance at him and noticed for the first time that he had a small scar on his head above his ear. I wondered how he had gotten it, but knew better than to ask. He was staring at the reflective metal elevator doors, lost in his own thoughts. I glanced in them too, seeing our indistinct figures reflected back at me. Even in the blurry reflection and despite my nervous state, I was able to admire my own figure; I have always been thin, and my figure was described to me as wispy, which I took as a compliment. The uncomfortable silence continued as we stepped out of the elevator and across the hall to his office. He unlocked it, swung the door open, motioned for me to step inside and followed me in, shutting the door with a faint click. He indicated that I should sit at a chair near his desk, and once I was seated, he pulled up a chair across from me and sat down. I was ashamed of myself for feeling a little bit excited that his knees were a mere inch from mine. He placed his chin in his hands and propped his elbows on his knees, leaning in toward me so that he was uncomfortably close, fixing me with an impenetrable gaze.

"So what happened down there today, Elle?" He finally asked, and I detected a faint hint of anger in his voice. Suddenly feeling numb, I searched for a reply, absently scanning his office with my eyes. I saw glimpses of photographs of his children and the pictures that they had drawn for him. On his bookshelf there was a single, dusty picture of John standing formally beside his wife; they were barely touching in the picture.

"I don't really know," I answered, lamely. "I guess it's just been a bad first day back."

"You can say that again," he said without a hint of sarcasm. He sighed and sat back in his chair, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and then staring at me as if he was unsure of what to say next. He paused, sighed, and continued. "You're always at the top of your class as far as academics are concerned, but your clinical skills are quite frankly, nonexistent."

I looked up at him sharply, feeling indignant tears forming in my eyes.He was staring at me with those ice blue eyes, contemplating me like I was a problem that he had taken upon himself to fix.

"Jay, I honestly tr--" I started to say, but he cut me off.

"I know that you're trying, but... maybe you just aren't cut out for this."

His words hung in the air as I fought back panic, fear and anger. Sure, I had some social anxiety and interacting with clients certainly wasn't my forte, but I thought that he was being grossly unfair. I worked my ass off for this program, and I loved what I was learning. He stared at me with those piercing eyes, waiting for my reaction. Frustrated and upset, I couldn't help the single tear that spilled over my lower lid, though I hastily tried to wipe it away. In an uncharacteristic show of sympathy, he offered me a tissue. Surprised by this small gesture and caught off guard, I could no longer hold back the flow of tears and began to weep openly.

"I-- try-- so-- h-hard," I sobbed, almost unintelligibly. "I get--- s-s-so nervous s-some--times. And today... today was just--- a -- b-bad d-day!" He stood up, though I barely noticed through my tears. I blew my nose loudly and continued to sob, wondering how he would react to this. A few of my classmates had cried in front of him after frustrating days in class and clinic, and they had said that he was entirely unsympathetic. Which is why I nearly jumped out of my seat when I suddenly felt his warm hands on me back, gently rubbing my shoulders. He leaned down closer to me and asked, "Why was it a bad day?"

While he rubbed my shoulders, through my tears and discontent, I felt little spikes of excitement from his touch. Little by little I explained the situation with my fiance and slowly I started to feel better. By the end of my story, I was no longer crying, but dabbing at my red, puffy eyes. He stopped rubbing my shoulders and I felt a twinge of disappointment. He crossed the room to his desk and pulled a hand mirror from inside a drawer, handing it to me. I took it and peered into my own wide, almond-shaped green eyes. My short, brown hair, cut in a bob, was slightly disheveled. I had heavy dark circles under my eyes from the fatigue and stress induced by the night, and my mascara had run.

"I look terrible," I muttered, handing the mirror back after dabbing away what mascara I could. I didn't expect him to reply to that, but he looked at me, puzzled.

"I don't think so," he said. Characteristically, it was a completely asexual comment which I found myself wishing betrayed some slight interest on his part. We were, after all, alone in his office-- alone in the building! And it was late, though we had ended clinic an hour early... His wife would never even be curious...

Imperceptibly I shook my head, trying to clear such dangerous thoughts. I caught a strange, momentary twinkle in his eye which was unfamiliar to me, but it disappeared before I had a chance to interpret its meaning.

Seeing that I had settled down, he replaced the mirror in the drawer and slowly walked back to his seat, sinking slowly into his chair again.

"What are we going to do with you, Elle?" he asked aloud, more to himself, as he stared out of a window behind me into the twilight. I wanted to know what he was thinking... I was still distraught by what he had said to me. Absently, he placed a hand on my thigh. I gasped and he looked at me, but he didn't move his hand. Suddenly I felt warm blood rushing to my face, and quickly brushed his hand away, subconsciously crossing my arms over my breasts and standing up clumsily.

"Jay, what are you doing?" I gasped, backing away toward the door. "You have a wife... and I'm engaged! And your k--"

He cut me off and crossed the room to block the door, grabbing my arm with a firm grip that almost made me wince in pain.

"Stay, I just want to... talk..."

My heart was pounding, half in excitement and half in fear. I feebly tried to twist away, wearily looking for an escape, but his grip remained tight. He grabbed me with his other hand and pulled me in closer, steering me back to my seat and forcing me down. He leaned over me and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.

"I just don't know what to do about you," he repeated, whispering in my ear, his hands still firmly planted on my shoulders despite that I was squirming. He slowly moved his hands down my pale arms, shaking slightly as he did so, the tips of his thumbs brushing against my breasts through my thin shirt. I shivered and felt a familiar tingling below, but tried to focus on a way to get out of the situation. I had to remind myself that a fantasy was one thing, but that this should not actually be happening... My fiance... his wife... I couldn't be a homewrecker, I could never forgive myself.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he said, still whispering in my ear while snaking a hand across my chest and stomach, reaching for the bottom of my shirt. He gently stroked the skin around my belly button while he spoke, moving in slowly expanding circles and lifting my shirt higher each time. "I don't understand it... I've never felt like this about a student. But you... I can't get you out of my head..."

I gasped as he removed his hand from under my shirt in a quick motion and began to unbutton my shirt. I tried to push his hands away, but he was much stronger than I was.

"Jay, please--"

"Shhh, sit still," he commanded me, unbuttoning the final button and revealing my flat, bare stomach. Still behind me, he slipped the straps of my bra off of my shoulders as I tried to cross my arms and cover myself, inadvertently squeezing my breasts together and giving him more of a view. "I can't get you out of my head, and suddenly I find myself in this perfect situation... Alone with you, at night... helping you with your weakest subject..."

I pushed myself forward suddenly and briefly broke away from him, but in quicker movements than I had honestly thought him capable of he was behind me, one arm across my breasts and the other across my stomach. He held me tightly as I struggled in vain.

"The way that I see it," he continued as if there had been no interruption, "you need something from me... and I think it's pretty clear that I want something from you in return. So how about in exchange for... the pleasure of your company, whenever I want it... I guarantee that you get A's in all of your courses this summer.

I recoiled and gave a valiant push, grunting slightly and trying to get away from him. I was getting tired of struggling, though, and was beginning to realize that escape was futile. My mind screamed that I needed to at least try to get away, but my body... well, that was another story. His touch sent shivers down my spine and made me feel a way that I had never felt before with any other man.

"I can get the grades by my own merit," I whispered, shakily. He chuckled humorlessly and began to massage my right shoulder, slowly working my bra down in the process and caressing the top of my breast with his fingertips.

"That's the thing, though," he said as if explaining a particularly difficult concept in class. "I could fail you for the entire summer session in clinic based solely on your performance today... So you can refuse me and fail this session, or you can pass everything with just a little bit of... sweat..."

My blood froze in my veins and the fight left my body. I realized that he was right, of course.

"How about after we're finished here, we forget that tonight ever happened..." he spoke softly into me ear, finally revealing my very erect, pink nipples as he pushed my bra down to my hips with his hand. "Unless of course I need something from you at any point..."

I let out a moan of pleasure in spite of myself, shocking myself, and tried to cover my breasts as my face flushed bright red. He pushed my hands away and slowly began caressing my breasts, teasing the nipples. Involuntarily, I leaned back against him and felt his hard, throbbing cock pressed tightly to my ass.

"Jay, we can't," I said in a small, weak, voice. His hands ran down the line in the middle of my stomach toward the top hem of my skirt, and he wriggled his fingers beneath it, teasing and rubbing my lower belly while kissing my neck. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body and I was finding it harder and harder to remember why it was that I should be fighting. The ethical dilemmas that only moments before had been resounding in my skull seemed like distant memories. His breathing was becoming rapid and shallow. I felt him unzip my skirt and tug it until it slid down my long legs, revealing the low rising, lacy black thong I was wearing. He moaned and I heard him unzip his own zipper. He roughly spun me around to face him. I looked into his eyes, which gleamed with a strange maniacal sense of power. Shivering out of fear and excitement, I hesitantly took in the sight of his body. He grabbed my hands, and placed them at the top of his pants. I found myself desperately imagining what his cock might look and taste like. Abandoning my last vestiges of self control, I tugged on his slacks and pulled them down as I slowly slid to my knees.




Hot for Teacher



I gasped when I saw how big his cock was, straining against the thin, cotton material of his boxers. He smiled at my reaction. My hands were shaking as I slowly reached out with one tentative hand and gently stroked his cock through his boxers. I could clearly feel every detail of its contour through the thin material. He groaned as I traced it slowly. He then hooked his thumbs inside the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, slowly, letting them fall to the floor. His huge, throbbing cock was inches from my face. He grasped the hair on the back of my head firmly, making me wince and bringing tears to my eyes, pushing my head even closer until the tip of his cock brushed my lips.

Moaning, and peering up at him through my eyelashes, finally realizing the effect that I had on him and basking in it, I began to swirl my tongue around the tip. He moaned in response, and I could see beads of sweat forming on his brow. He didn't let me tease him for long after I had taken the tip of his cock into my wet mouth before grabbing my hair again and forcing my mouth onto his cock. I coughed a big at I felt it hit the back of my throat, particularly since I hadn't been fully prepared for that. As if in apology, he snaked his other hand down to my breast and caressed my nipple softly. I forgot my momentary discomfort and hungrily sucked his cock, becoming more and more excited, and feeling small drops of my own tangible excitement trickling down the inside of my thigh.

As suddenly as he had jammed his cock down my throat, he suddenly yanked my head back and lifted me back to my feet. Without any pretense, he picked me up and slammed me against his desk, perhaps harder than he expected because I saw guilt flicker across his face as I winced in surprise. He tore my panties down and off of my legs completely, then stared as I uncomfortably laid, sprawled on his desk, completely exposed. Just as I was starting to squirm, he closed in on me again and clasped me tightly to him with his strong arms. I felt his cock against the lips of my pussy and braced myself before he shoved it into me completely in one stroke.

Pain shot through my body, causing me to gasp, then dissolved almost immediately into pleasure in its purest form. Endorphins rushed to my brain and I shouted his name, among other things-- thank God everyone else had left the building. I had lost my self-control; I couldn't help myself as I moaned and panted heavily. He thrust his cock in and out of me, over and over, faster and faster, muttering incoherently while my breathing became quick and rapid. I could feel the pressure building and building inside of me-- it was a new, foreign experience and I didn't know what to expect.

Suddenly, somewhere deep within me in a place I had never known existed, the strongest orgasm that I had ever experienced shook through my body, causing me to quiver in delight while Jay was also climaxing. Like a concept stolen from a romantic movie, we came in unison, panting and shaking. Exhausted, he collapsed against me, crushing my body between his desk and his weight. I could feel his hot, sticky cum dripping down my legs and it momentarily registered that I should be alarmed-- he hadn't used a condom. I fervently hoped that he was "shooting blanks."

He panted against me, and I could feel our hearts fluttering madly in unison. His breath on my neck tickled, making me squirm. He smiled at me playfully and then lifted himself enough to stare intently into my eyes. He kissed me passionately and I lingered, closing my eyes and waiting for more. When I opened them, he turned away from me, stooping to find his boxers and pants. I suddenly realized how very naked I was, and how very wide open his office window was as a cool breeze made me shiver, my nipples becoming erect. I joined him in the search for my own scattered clothing. We dressed in awkward silence, and while I tried to make eye contact with him, he refused to look me in the eye anymore.

I stood up to my full height, straightening my skirt and looking around uncomfortably. The formal picture of his wife seemed to glare down at me, accusingly. He spoke suddenly, causing me to jump, and thrust something into my hand. It was the hand mirror again.

"You should fix your hair," he stated in the flat, unemotional voice he usually reserved for compliments. A bit stung and more than a bit perplexed by his sudden change in behavior, I dragged my fingers through my hair hastily. He still refused to look me in the eye. He looked me over, squinting his eyes critically and then shrugged. He turned to open the door and then gestured with a brief nod of his head that I should leave. I suddenly felt so sick and ashamed. I left his office and he turned, shutting and locking the door behind him. I followed him in a depressed silence out to the elevator, and then out the door to the parking lot. The sky above us was an inky blue, studded with black clouds and bright stars. The air was warm, though the light breeze that lifted my hair was cool. I could feel tears once again threatening to spill as I started to walk quickly toward my car. What had I done? As I reached the car, fumbling for keys in my purse, I heard him call to me from his own car, parked several spots away from mine.

"I'm extending your clinic hours on Thursday nights," he said, casually, "so that you can get more practice working with patients, of course..."

Confused and still feeling more than a little used, I refused to look into his eyes.

"I thought we couldn't take people past 7," I said sulkily, my voice catching a bit. Biting my lip, I stared at my feet. I waited for him to say something, but after several moments, I was forced to look up at him. He caught my eye and winked, smiling, as he climbed into his car. "I'll see you in class tomorrow," he said, and then he shut the door, started his engine, and drove off without a single backward glance.

Blinking, I stood underneath the starry night sky in perplexed silence for a moment. The enigma that was Jay had just become even more complicated. What had I done? 



Hot for Teacher



He was my teacher in high school and I had just turned 18. It was my senior year and I was feeling so over learning almost before the year even began. I thought about him constantly, at school, in the shower and at night when I touched myself before I went to sleep.

He was only 30 years old and I knew he thought I was hot. I have a great, tight, young body with small but perky breasts and a supple, juicy ass. I get a lot of attention from all the boys at school, and I know how to make a man happy. I've been sexually active with my classmates for a few years and I had a reputation for giving great head. 

I knew he had heard of my skills giving head, when one day I overheard two boys in my class discussing my technique behind him in the hallway. Though the hall was packed with students moving between classes, their chatter was loud enough for me to hear at least 5 people back. I shrugged and smiled, pretending not to care, listening to their excited accounts of my tongue and hot, wet mouth on their cocks. 

One day I decided that I'd had enough of these boys and wanted to fuck a real man. I had my sights set on Mr. Ryan within several weeks of my final year. He was young, athletic, tall and handsome, not to mention friendly and popular with the students. It wasn't his first year teaching, but it was the first year I had noticed him in the hallways. He had a friendly, warm smile and bright, blue eyes that sparkled when he interacted with even the more difficult students which most teachers would complain about.

I set about seducing him slowly. First, I made sure to wear my most provocative outfits in his class. He taught us math, calculus to be exact, and though I understood the topic, I pretended to need extra help, giving me an excuse to come up to his desk, sit beside him and casually lean over to give him a good look at my tits. I chose not to wear a bra most days since my youthful, firm breasts are perky and I like showing off my hard nipples. Every time I approached his desk, he slid his chair closer to his desk and avoided eye contact with me. I liked to think he was hiding a growing erection.

Next, I set about getting familiar with him, stopping in to say hi between classes, or going to see him on free periods to get more "help" with my homework or special assignments. I knew my methods were working when I would catch him staring at my nipples poking against the thin fabric of my shirt, and even better, when I noticed him flip his growing hard-on upward into the waistband of his pants. 

Within several weeks I had him right where I wanted him. I had asked him if I could stay late after school this Friday afternoon to ask him questions about an upcoming midterm exam. I knew the answers already but I pretended not to understand the equations or how to solve the sample problems he'd assigned the day before. 

Wearing a tight tank top, short jean skirt and excellent push-up bra, I entered the classroom with my textbook in hand. I wasn't wearing any panties. As I entered I noticed him do a double take and work to pry his eyes away from my thighs near the bottom of my skirt. If I bent over, he would without a doubt see my ass.

"Hey, Mr. Ryan," I greeted him warmly, shutting the door behind me. Bending over to place my backpack onto the floor beside the desk I continued, "I need some help with the problems you assigned us yesterday. Do you think you could help me out?" I asked innocently. 

"Of course, Becca, just give me a second to finish grading these tests. Why don't you have another look at the questions and figure out where you're stuck, and I'll be ready to help." He avoided looking at me more than he needed to. 

Sensing his discomfort, I sat in the desk facing his desk at the side of the room and spread my legs wide open. Acting innocently, I began to study the questions again, like he suggested.  When he looked up, he would have an uninterrupted view of my naked, hot, wet and willing pussy. 

It took a full five minutes for him to look up and see my naked pussy. I was hairless, pink and wet for him. Not looking up from the questions, I reached my hand between my legs and began to play with myself for his personal viewing. Smiling at the paper as I heard his breathing increase and the small groan escape his lips, I soldiered on, touching myself. After several moments, I leaned my head back fully and shamelessly touched rubbed my wet pussy for his pleasure. 

"Becca, what do you think you're doing?" he asked when he regained his composure. 

Opening my eyes directly into his, I gave him my sexiest smile. "I was hoping maybe there was something else I could do, you know, you get my grades up. What do you think, Mr. Ryan?" 

Standing abruptly, waving his hands to suggest he didn't want me, I noticed the big bulge in his groin. Smiling bigger, "It seems I've been successful in raising something, anyways," I remarked, moving my gaze down to his crotch pointedly. 

Bashfully, he placed his hands in front of his body and rejected my advances. "Becca, this is wrong. I can't deny that I'm attracted to you, but I need to ask you to stop. Please, Becca. This is beyond inappropriate behaviour," he stated firmly, and sternly. 

Not listening, I continued to stare at his gorgeous body, fingering myself and moaning. His upper body was solid, not to the extent of someone who worked out daily, but more-so like someone accustomed to working outdoors or in landscaping.  Moving my hips against my hand and squeezing my little tit in my other hand, I told him what I wanted. "I want you to fuck me hard and dirty on your desk, Mr. Ryan. My little pussy is so wet for that big cock you've got for me. I know you want me."

Sighing and running his fingers through his hair, his eyes never strayed from my fingers, moving deftly in and out of my pussy and rubbing my clit. 

"Becca, STOP. I mean it, or I'll have to call your parents and tell them what you're suggesting to me." He threatened.

"Mr. Ryan, if you don't like it, you should probably stop staring.  Besides, if you call them to say anything, I'll call the school board and tell them you came onto me. Then you'd get in big trouble wouldn't you?"

Shocked that I would suggest framing him, he balked, "Bec, please. You know this in wrong. I'm your teacher and this is wildly inappropriate. Close your legs and go home. If you leave now, I won't say anything and we can forget this happened, ok?"

"I don't think so, Mr. Ryan. You're going to fuck me or I'll tell everyone that you came on to me. You'd lose your job and get into some serious trouble with the law. Do you want me to tell them you tried to touch me?"

Standing quickly, I unbuttoned my skirt and turned away from him. Bending forward over the desk, I ground my pussy onto the edge of the desk and shook my big, luscious ass in the air. Reaching back under me, I continued rubbing my clit hard and dipping two fingers into my open pussy. Moaning loudly, I looked behind me, directly into his eyes. 

"Becca, I...." he stammered as his eyes became glued to my bouncing ass and slutty fingers in my pussy. 

"You want me. Admit it." I ordered, shaking my ass up and down for his pleasure. Lifting, I slowly walked over to his desk as I stripped off my little black tank top. My lacy push-up bra did wonders for my small tits, making them appear larger and sexier than they typically would when I went braless. His eyes wandered up and down my petite, naked body as I slowly walked toward him. Sitting back down in his desk chair he put his hands up as if under arrest and begged me to stop.

"Becca, I won't do this. I think you're very beautiful and obviously I can't hide my physical reaction but I don't want you. I don't want to lose my job and I don't want to fuck you." Making a point of making eye contact, he said again, "Stop, Becca. I don't want you."

"We'll see about that," I said as I reached for his cock through his pants. Shocked and startled that I touched him he tried to remove my hands from his engorged dick.  "Please, Mr. Ryan, I don't want to get you into to trouble. I just want you to make me cum. I think about your big, fat dick every night when I touch myself. I can't even concentrate in class anymore because I want you so badly. Please fuck me. Please? Fuck me like the dirty little whore I am." I pleaded with, whispering the last bit into his ear as I leaned over him in the chair and my hands unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. His show of resistance melted when my hands groped his cock and balls, pulling them out of his pants and tugging on them. 

"Oh God, Becca," he groaned as I moved down onto my knees in front of him and slapped his dick across my face. Looking quickly at the door, he begged me to stop. Ignoring him, I traced my tongue along the underside of his shaft and rubbed his balls in one hand. Taking my time, I looked up at him and licked his cock like the most delicious ice cream cone I'd ever had. Moaning onto his dick, my breath teased him as his cock grew harder by the second. "Becca, someone could come in here at any minute."

"Then we better hurry up, shouldn't we, Mr. Ryan?"

Stroking him with long, hard pumps of my hand, I then licked around the tip of his cock in small circles until he groaned loudly and let his head fall backward in his chair, eyes shut tightly with pleasure.

As my mouth finally took his length fully inside, he grunted and groaned, pushing his fingers through my long blonde hair. Feeling aroused more than he had been in a while, he decided he would take advantage of my mouth. Holding my mouth down on his length he pressed the tip of his dick into my throat. Moving his hand lower, he grabbed the front of my throat and the back of my head and repeated those movements until I gagged on his dick. His breath was ragged and harsh when I heard him whisper my name.

"You want me to treat you like a whore?" he asked me as he pulled my mouth off his dick and pushed his fingers into my mouth. "You know I've heard stories about what a slut you are, don't you?" 

Pushing my face back into his crotch, he dipped his balls down, into my open mouth as I took turns licking and sucking each of his testicles into my mouth, sucking hard. With an open mouth, I tongued the skin between his balls and pressed my fingers into his taint, rubbing hard against the tight skin between his balls and his asshole. 

Moaning louder, he grabbed my tits and pinched my nipples through my bra. "What do you want now, Bec?" he asked as I looked up into his face, filling my mouth with his dick once more. 

"I want your cock ....inside my pussy... Mr. Ryan," I said between bobs up and down his huge cock. "You better fuck my tight cunt good and hard or I'll tell them you forced yourself on me."

"Stand up and turn around. Bend over the fucking desk." He ordered.

Standing up slowly, I turned around and leaned over the desk. From behind, still sitting in his chair he rolled forward, pushing his face between my legs, licking my cunt from behind. 

"Ohhh," I moaned as I rolled my head forward and pushed backward, impaling his tongue in my pussy. He tongue fucked me from behind, grabbing my ass and slapping my cheeks. Next, his tongue moved to my ass and he tongue punched my little asshole. Moaning, he continued to squeeze my ass into his face, smothering his face as he licked and slurped my juices. Reaching one hand forward, he pushed two fingers into my dripping wet cunt and rubbed my clit fast and hard with his thumb. 

Unable to stop myself, I came hard, shuddering and trembling under the overwhelming sensations of pleasure his experienced hands and mouth were giving me. 

As my orgasm took over my body, I didn't realize when he stood behind me and guided his big, fat dick to the entrance of my pussy. Not until he pushed forward to insert his cock fully inside me did I notice, letting out a harsh breath and moaning wildly as he fucked me from behind.  His hands gripped my hips and ass as he slammed his prick into me. Faster and faster, he rammed into my pussy, telling me what I liked to hear.

"Oh god, Becca, your pussy is so fucking tight. You're such a bad little slut, aren't you?" He leaned over me, resting a foot beside me on the desk as he switched the angle of his dick into my pussy. His new position made it possible for him to feed me filthy rhetoric into my ear, as he slammed into me harder and harder. 

"You're such a fucking whore aren't you, Becca? Hmmm? You think about my cock when I'm teaching you, don't you? I bet you're wet all the time, waiting for any hard cock that comes by, aren't you?"

Turning my head to look at his face while he pressed his meat hard and fast into me, I agreed. "Yes, I'm wet for you every day, Mr. Ryan. I want to get fucked all the time."

Moaning as he heard my slutty confession he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to his mouth. He licked and bit my neck as he pulled my hair. I screamed when he pulled my hair and he pressed his hand over my mouth to cover the sounds I was making, scared that someone might hear us from the hallway. 

"Shhh, baby," he whispered into my ear as he slowed his pace and stood back behind me. Pulling out of my pussy, he leaned forward again and licked my soaking wet pussy from my clit to my ass. Again, he pushed his long, thick tongue into my asshole as he rubbed my clit with his fingers. 

Using his middle finger he pushed into my ass, spitting on it to lubricate my hole. Soon he added another finger and spit more until he was fingering my ass with three large, long fingers. Placing the tip of his cock at my asshole, he reached around to cover my mouth with his free hand. Pressing forward he pushed the head inside. 

"Pull your ass apart for me, baby," he ordered, "Let me see that pretty ass take my cock."

I loved getting fucked in my ass. I never thought he'd try but I was excited to feel his dick inside my tight asshole. Reaching with both hands, I rested my face against the cool surface of his desk and grabbed my ass to spread it apart for him. Groaning with pleasure, he pressed his hard cock deeper into my ass, spitting down into my crack again to make it extra slippery. 

"Do you like my dick in your ass, Becca?" he asked as he continued to slowly work his dick further in, pushing and pulling in and out slowly, allowing my ass to adjust to his thickness. 

"Yes," I could barely whisper from the pleasure I felt as he stretched my ass, mixed with the wonderful feeling of the soft, light, feathery touches of his fingers over my clit and pussy lips, "I love it in my ass." He teased my clit more as he pushed harder into my ass.

"You're so fucking tight, Bec, I'm going to cum, soon." As he said it, he gripped my hip with his free hand and moved faster within me. 

"Oh, fuck! Please don't stop! Please don't stop!" I screamed as he plunged in and out, hard and fast, filling me with his big, hard dick. 

Within moments he was slamming my ass almost as hard as he had been fucking my pussy minutes before and I could feel his balls slap against my pussy. " Yeah, yeah, yeah," I whispered as he continued, "Yeah, I want it. I want you to cum inside me." It was too much for me and I came again, moaning into the desk and writhing beneath him. 

Feeling my body clench he grunted as he spilled his seed inside my tight little ass. Moaning and saying my name, he came inside me with several long, hard spurts of cum. Filling my ass with his hot jizz he kissed my back as his body slumped onto me, spent and satisfied. 

Giggling, I turned my head to look back at him as he stood and put his cock back inside his pants. Turning and laying back on the desk still naked in front of him, I rubbed my clit and moaned his name. 

"That was better than I imagined, Mr. Ryan," I said, smiling up at him while I continued to rub myself. I knew I was close to cumming again and I was greedy for the bliss that would come with it. "If you licked my pussy, I would cum so hard for you, right now. Make me cum one more time with that tongue of yours."

"Just can't get enough, can you. You really are a whore," he said as he leaned down to lick and suck my pussy. After only several rough licks I fell over the edge again, cumming hard and squeezing my thighs around his face. Grabbing my ass underneath me, he held his mouth against my pussy as I came and slurped my cum as my pussy gushed. 

As I stood to find my clothes, he wiped his brow and swore. "I can't believe I did that. Becca, you can't tell anyone, ok? Please. Becca, you understand that, right?"

As I pulled my skirt back up and button it on I answered him saying, "Well, Mr. Ryan, as long as you continue to fuck me when I need you to like I did today, I won't need to tell on you."

"What about the grades?" he asked. "What grade am I supposed to give you, now?" 

I responded with a smirk, "Well now that I'll be able to concentrate in class, I doubt I'll need any extra help and you can just give me whatever grade I deserve."

For the next several days I didn't go in for extra help. When our midterm came and went, Mr. Ryan handed back our exams, stopping at my desk. When I saw the big circled A on the exam, I looked up at him through long thick lashes.  He finally understood that I never needed help. 

I loved the big smile that spread across his face when he realized that I didn't need his help after all. I caught him looking at me while we were supposed to be doing our assigned questions. Holding his gaze for several moments, I stood and walked over to his desk.  Leaning over to speak to him privately, I told him that I needed him to stay late to help me with my questions. Smirking, he nodded silently. 



Hot For Teacher



As Jess walked into the first day of the new term at Seaview College, the only thing she was looking for was a bit of male eyecandy. At 18 years old, Jess had been legal for two years in Britain and had certainly taken advantage of it. A bit of a party girl, Jess had the looks, charisma and just plain sexiness to wrap anyone around her little finger. 

With long, curly brunette hair that fell down her back, her bright green eyes were accentuated, only more so by the dark eye makeup surrounding them. Jess headed to her locker, and put in her sports kit along with a few folders, before closing the locker door. As she turned to leave, she bumped into someone, sending the contents of their arms flying. 

Swearing under her breath, Jess bent down to pick up a few of the folders as a pair of masculine hands picked up the others. Jess stood up, aware that her cleavage was showing, and studied the male in front of her. 

At least a good six feet tall, with muscles that were nice but not too excessive, suggesting he hit the gym regularly but not every day. His blonde hair was geled into spikes, and his brown eyes were filled with lust at the sight of Jess. She handed him back the folders, and he snapped out of his trance. 

"Thank you. I should be more careful." He said in a deep, chocolatey voice.

"It's fine. I haven't seen you around before." She said, wrapping a curl of hair around her finger. 

"It's my first day here. I'm Mr Davies, I teach Art." He said, extending his hand.

Jess had to stop her jaw from physically dropping. With him wearing dark jeans and a white shirt, Jess had just imagined that he was a year older than her, and one of the students graduating soon. Never had she imagined that he was a teacher. 

"Wow. I'm Jess, I study Art." She replied, shaking his hand. 

"Well, I'm afraid I have to go, Jess who studies Art, but I'll see you later." He chuckled.

He walked off in the opposite direction to Jess, who stood there, slightly shellshocked. Jess was no stranger to attractive men, but she always knew that she could win them over. With Mr Davies, however, that wasn't going to happen. It was illegal, for a start. 

"Bloody hell." She whispered. 

"Jess!" Hayley, her best friend, called. 

"Hey, Hayley." She replied. 

"Have you heard about the hot new teacher?" Hayley asked as they walked down the corridor to Registration. 

"I've met him. Just." Jess replied, and Hayley squealed. 

"Is he as hot as everyone says?" Hayley asked excitedly. 

"I suppose you could call him hot." Jess shrugged, grinning wickedly. 

"Looks like this term is going to be fun, then." 

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Jess was walking into her last lesson of the day, Art. She was eager to get there and drool over Mr Davies, who had apparently been breaking girl's hearts all day. She opened the door to find that she was the first student there. Mr Davies looked up, surprised to find a student that was almost ten minutes early. 

"Jess!" He said in surprise.

"I had a free period just, so I thought I'd introduce myself properly." She replied calmly. 

"Great. Take a seat, I'll come and join you." He laughed. 

Jess sat down on the table, which was quite high up. It was the start of the summer term, yet even in June, England was in the midst of a stifling heatwave. Jess had dressed accordingly with the heatwave, sporting short denim shorts and a vest top. Her long, tanned legs hung down from the table, and Mr Davies eyes were drawn to them as he sat on the table next to her. 

"So, tell me about yourself." Mr Davies said. 

"You first." Jess laughed. 

"Um, Okay. Obviously, I'm Mr Davies, but you can call me Tom." He said.

"How old are you?" Jess asked, looking interested.

"I'm 23." He chuckled. 

"You're the youngest teacher here by far." Jess said.

"Am I?" He asked.

"And the hottest." Jess whispered, in the hope that he didn't hear it, but by the look in his eyes, he did. 

"Nice to know you think that, Jess. So, tell me, how many boyfriends do you have here?" 

"Are you calling me a slag?" Jess asked, feigning anger. 

"Oh god, no! Sorry." Tom blushed. "I just meant - cause you're so pretty-"

"It's fine, I'm just messing with you. I'm single, if you must know." Jess laughed. 

"Good. 18 Year Old boys are dicks. I remember." He chuckled.

"I'm sure you weren't that much of a dick." Jess said.

"That's what they all say, Jess. Looks like the others are coming in, you should take your seat." 

Jess nodded, and jumped off the table. As she walked to the back of the classroom, a few boys wolf whistled at her, but she took no notice of them. However, she did take notice of the anger in Tom's eyes when they did it.

Jess sat down at the back of the classroom, and her current friend/fuck buddy, Damien, sat down next to her. Jess once again saw Tom staring at the two of them, though he quickly turned away when he saw Jess had caught him starting. 

"Okay, class, today I want you to introduce yourselves to me. However, I want you to do it through your artwork. Show me what your style is, what you believe in, how you are feeling. You have one hour." Tom instructed.

Jess set to work, grabbing a sketchpad. She pulled out her tin of sketching pencils and set to work. Within a few minutes she had a basic outline of what she was doing. She had sketched a heart shape, and an arrow going through it. With twenty minutes of the lesson left, Jess had become bored of the day's learning. 

She turned to Damien, who's hand had slowly been rising up her leg. It had made her slightly excited, but nothing like the thoughts about what could never happen between her and Tom had. She turned to Damien, who thought Jess was going to yell at him for trying it on. Instead, Jess, sensing that Tom was watching, pulled Damien into a deep and passionate kiss. 

Someone nearer to the front of the classroom wolf whistled, and Jess pulled apart from Damien. She saw that Tom's cheeks had flushed, and that his hands were balled up into fists. 

"I'll be back in a minute." He hissed.

He stood up, but not before Jess could notice his bulging package. All that time he had been watching her that lesson, he had been getting hard! Within a few minutes, he returned, much less angry. That was until he saw Damien feeling up Jess again. 

"Mr Salvatore, please refrain from feeling up Miss Harrow in my lessons and allow her to complete her artwork." Tom snapped. 

"Somebody's not getting any." Damien whispered, making Jess laugh. 

If she could help it, that would be changing very very soon. 

"Alright class, hand your work into me and then you can go early, I have some things to sort out. Oh, and Jess, could you stay behind for a moment please?" Tom asked. 

"Of course, Sir." Jess replied. 

She took her artwork and put it with everyone else's, before hopping up onto the table. Tom waited until the class was well out of sight, and then sat down on the table next to her. 

"Are you okay, sir? You looked pretty... worked up." Jess said, licking her lips flirtatiously. 

"You've had me worked up all day, Jess Harrow." Tom replied, his eyes flashing with lust. 

"I thought you hadn't noticed." Jess laughed. 

"How could I not notice? You've been misbehaving, Jess. And now I've got to punish you." Tom said firmly. 

"Can you please quit the porno crap and fuck me already?" Jess asked, calmly. 

Within seconds, Tom attached his lips to Jess's, and they began to make out passionately. Tom pushed her up against the desk, and the proceeded to lay her down on it. He began to slide down the straps of her vest top, and undid her bra so that her breasts were free. They were a 32C, not too big and not too little. 

"Shit." He muttered, rummaging around in his desk. 

"What are you looking for?" Jess asked in frustration as she started to play with her clit, getting bored of waiting for Tom. 

"A condom." He replied, his eyes drawn to where Jess was masturbating herself in front of him.

"No chance you're having that monster in me without a condom, Tom." She shrugged, starting to reach her climax. "Holy shit."

"Looks like we have a little exhibitionist on our hands." Tom chuckled, staring lustfully at Jess.

To be continued...