0 comments/ 96705 views/ 6 favorites My teacher By: stilltrying I think sometimes I ought to just 'let go' of all of this, but there's something there. Something still in there that I can't quite get at and seldom feel up to the struggle of trying to reach. Which makes it harder because it gnaws at me...sometimes pulling me towards it seductively, sometimes pushing me away. It wasn't long after my teacher first started touching me, that I couldn't concentrate on my school work anymore at all. My grades plummeted. I'd sit there, staring at the page but actually wondering, waiting and thinking. There were so many questions that I didn't even know how to ask, wasn't even able to articulate in my own mind. So many feelings I couldn't define, had never felt before. All the while I'd know, without looking up, that he would be watching me. I felt that if I lifted my eyes, he'd be looking right at me and that everyone in the class would know from that exchange of glances, exactly what was going on. I felt literally naked in my seat, knowing that all my hidden parts had been exposed, had been touched and fondled and would be again as soon as we were alone. I hated it when he stood near me in class, like when I had to go to the blackboard, because I could feel his physical presence next to me, his crotch right next to my face, and I knew what was behind that zipper, could feel it in my hands, huge, sweaty and throbbing. I used to constantly rub my hands on my pants legs, trying to wipe that feeling off, but it never went away, it only burned and grew more intense. There was one day in particular. I went down into the basement after school to get some supplies of some sort. My teacher had disappeared for a bit and I didn't know where he'd gone. He'd had me rubbing his cock in the cloakroom earlier and seemed distracted. Then, when I thought he was going to cum, he'd stopped me. There'd been a sound maybe, I didn't know. It was hard for me to keep track of the rest of the world when I was doing these things, because I had to focus so much on what I was doing in order to do it correctly. But anyway, he's stopped me and told me to finish some chore or other in the classroom and then go downstairs to get more chalk or something like that. I don't really remember what it was. All I know is that I went down into the dark, gloomy basement, turned into the room that held various supplies and there he was. I could tell before I even saw him. I could hear a heavy breathing and smell him. I could smell the onion-y scent of his sweat. He was a big, fat man, and he always sweated a lot. Particularly when he was excited. He pushed me against the wall and fumbled with my pants. Turning me around to face away from him. I could feel his fat stomach pressed against me from behind and that familiar lump just bellow his belly. He pulled my cock out like he always did, tugging it a couple of times to make sure it was all the way out and then turned me around and pushed me so that I was kneeling on some sort of box, with my legs spread slightly. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It seemed long and huge and this time he rubbed it all over my face, leaving a trail of sticky wetness on my skin and in my hair. Then he pushed my mouth open and tried to force himself inside. I tried to open my mouth all the way but only part of his dick would fit into my mouth. He was just too big. This seemed to frustrate him and he tried to push deeper but there was nowhere to go. He grunted and squirmed and became very rough because he really wanted this it seems. At one point he pushed so hard it slipped to the side and I thought it would rip my cheek open. He shoved his cock harder against the roof of my mouth but I just couldn't open wide enough. So instead of fucking me in the mouth as I now know he was trying to do, he just held my head like that, his cock pushed in as far as it would go, and jerked off into my mouth. Holding the back of my head with one hand to keep me in place and jerking himself off, making a sort of gasping, whimpering sound as he did it. It reminded me of a dog. I'd never heard a human make a sound like that before and it frightened me. I don't remember all of this very clearly, it was much like going to the dentist and trying to keep your mouth open wide enough and not swallow, which closes your mouth, Mostly I was trying to get enough air through my nose, but it started running and I could barely get any in at all which made me frantic. I had both hands pushed against his hips, but it didn't do any good, he was desperate by this point and kept his hard cock shoved in as far as it would go and all the while his fat hand rubbed frantically up and down it's length, banging into my chin and nose. The wiry hair on his hand seemed to be stabbing my face and it hurt a lot. When he finally came, it filled my mouth in a rush and choked me and I gagged and coughed and all I remember is choking and gagging and his slapping me on the back until I quit. I don't think I ever felt so completely helpless or desperate. Yet despite this, for some reason I don't quite understand, I mainly remember the sensation of my own penis, bouncing and swinging back and forth out of the open fly in the front of my pants, and how lewd and nasty it felt. I still often bend over like that and swing my cock around until it's hard and throbbing, and my favorite way to cum is still with my dick dangling down or in front like that. I like to let go and cum 'hands free' and watch it bob and jerk while it spurts. My Teacher I saw her first when I went to get admission into her class. She was reputed as the best English teacher at the time. I was there all by myself and stood there, watching her. She was sitting in a chair, jotting down names, addresses and marks of the applicants and the fees received in a register. Most others had one or both of their parents with them. I was the only loner. She glanced at me briefly as she kept talking to the other students and their parents. Finally she turned to me and asked, "Yes?" I had been taken in by her personality. She was graceful in her talk and in her movements. She was not exactly slim, on the other hand she looked a little plump. Her hands were strong, unlike other women of her age I had seen. Oh, talking of age she was quite mature, around forty would be my guess. An oval and stern face looked pretty on her. Her short length hair fell to her broad shoulders. In a way she was more masculine than feminine, though she still had a special charm around her. I gave my details and money and waited till she jotted down the details in her register, in a small and neat handwriting. Her face had softened up as she talked to me, and I thought she looked pretty. I left her place, thinking of her. Being seventeen, I had started romancing about a few girls in my school and sometimes a pretty lady that walked by. I had no idea about sex, but I yearned for a touch, a caress of a female hand, was excited if I caused some girl to smile, watched the girls secretly and admired their feminine ways. It was important for me to polish up my English if I were to have any realistic hope of landing a job. I would soon be starting college and once out I would need to have a job in hand. It would be wise to invest in the education early on. The classes started a month later, held every morning at 6am for an hour a day. I sat in the back row, but Jaya madam, the teacher, soon made me sit in the front row. It was an experience I could not easily forget. Sitting so close to her, I could smell the fragrance of her body. Every morning as we arrived one after another, she would be sitting in her usual chair, a whiteboard near at hand, waiting for us. As we took our places she would then start the lesson by first revising whatever had been taught in the last lesson and then starting onto a new topic. Every week there was a test, written and oral. The routine was soon turning hectic, as we had to do a lot of homework each day. The only respite was her. As I sat in the front row each morning, I could observe her much closely. She would be bathed and dressed, ready for the class every day. Her hair neatly parted and combed, and most of the days she wore a saree and a blouse. The blouse showed off part of her neck and shoulders and sometimes I could get a glimpse of her tummy from behind the pallu of her saree. It was an enchating experience to see her, watch her, smell her so much up close. I desperately wished to see her hips. I wished to see them sway as she walked, watch the round, fleshy buttocks swing about with each step of hers. But unfortunately she would be in her seat well before we all arrived and would stay there, as if she didn't want to show them off to us. It wasn't long before she took the centre stage in my romantic fantasies. Days passed, school started and the daily routine became even more hectic. Soon the class timings changed to week-ends. Instead of an hour a day, we now assembled on each Saturday and Sunday mornings from 6am to 9am. I was sad for not having a chance to see Jaya madam every day, but had some compensation in that I could watch her now for more time. Soon about six months passed and the school midterm exams loomed nearer. I was feeling a little nervous and requested the teacher to help me out. I had some problem in understanding the grammar, specially the different tenses. She asked me to come in one afternoon. I arrived at her door at about half past three. Feeling a little anxious, as I would be alone with her today, I was shaking a little. I raised my hand to ring the bell, but then decided not to. I tried the door and to my surprise it opened slowly. Was it left open on purpose or by oversight? I pushed it open and entered, quietly closing it behind me. Then I looked around. She had been sitting in her usual chair. But she wasn't awake. Whether she had been waiting for me a long time or not, she must have fallen asleep in the chair, having forgotten to lock the door. I stood there, admiring the sleeping beauty. Her head lolled to the right and the mass of her dark hair covered her shoulder, leaving the left one bare. Most amazingly, the pallu of her saree had fallen off her left shoulder, leaving her chest partially exposed. I could now see the white chest bare and could make out the start of her breasts through the neck of the blouse. I wish she wore a lower cut blouse, but she didn't. I had an urge to move closer and do something, like maybe touch her or even kiss her. I even took a step towards her, but the movement probably brought her to. She opened her eyes, startled, and quickly adjusted her clothes and regained her composure. She must have noticed me looking at her with more than just respect for a teacher. But she didn't say anything. Instead she started off with the tuition, taking my mind away for the moment. I reached home that day, the lesson slowly drifting out of my mind and her half-bare top drifting in. It hadn't been much, but then I hadn't seen so much female flesh yet. No wonder I was amazed. The exams were soon over and so were my special tuitions. However during those interactions, she had noticed I had something more for her. While she didn't encourage it, she seemed a little surprised and even a little happy to receive some attention from a young boy. The final exams concluded, the teacher had announced a special prize for the student who scored the highest in English. Nobody knew what the prize was, but I was sure everyone would try to win it. She was stern, but also very helpful and was most everyone's favourite. Even I was eager to see who would win and what the prize would be, wishing I could hope to win it. The results were out after a month and we all met together for one last farewell at her residence, in our former classroom. I was dazed, holding the marksheet in my hands and staring at the magic figure under the English subject: 98/100. To have scored such good marks was like a dream come true. As we all gathered together, there was another surprise in store for me. I was the highest scorer! The nearest anyone had scored was 95/100. I was thrilled beyond comparison and for a few moments was completely oblivious to the din of the other students around me. She was sitting as usual in her chair, a smile on her otherwise straight face, as she looked at all her students, a kind of proud, patronizing gaze. She deserved to feel proud, after all. Most of her students had excelled in English, as was the tradition every year. Soon the noises died down in anxiety over what the prize would be. But first there was to be something else. A farewell of sorts. The table near her was full of dishes with light snacks and a small glass of sherbat. Everyone helped himself/herself with the same and soon the talk was on what each would be doing now that school was over. After the eating and drinking subsided, she made a little speech, stressing all that she had taught us throughout the year, not just about English but about good behaviour, honesty and hardwork. There were a couple from the students too who read out small pieces from paper. The room was suddenly quiet, we wouldn't be seeing each other every day, some of us would probably never meet each other again. But then the gloom didn't last long, as she fished out a small basket from under the table. "Here's the prize for the highest scorer! I have written four different things on four different pieces of paper. The student who has scored the highest marks in English will come forward and pick a piece of paper. He or she will get whatever is written on it." She announced as everybody listened with attention. "So who is the winner?" she asked. I don't know till date what drove me to do it, but I raised my hand to ask a question: "Wouldn't it be good if the winner got a wish of his choosing?" She appeared confused. Surely it wasn't expected. "How do you mean?" She asked. Well, the trouble was I didn't know how. But a thought quickly came to mind. "How about we let the winner place four wishes in the chits, and you choose one of them?" I asked. It was probably a ridiculous idea. Others had started laughing quietly at the notion of this. But she thought it wonderful. "That's wonderful. Why not?" She threw away the paper chits in the basket and brought out a blank paper and pen from one of the drawers of the table. "So let the winner step forward!" she announced again. I walked up to her. She was surprised to see it was me who had scored the highest, and smiled in comprehension at the little trick I had played on her. I took the paper and tore it into four pieces. Then I wrote on each of the pieces and folded the four chits, before dropping them into the basket. I was smiling too. But she couldn't refuse now. She held the basket in front of the gathering and instead of picking one herself, asked another student to come forward and pick one for her. As the student picked out a chit and handed it over, she set the basket down on the table and opened the chit in her hand. As she read it her face flushed, but admirably she regained her composure instantly. Smiling to the students she read out loudly: "Evening coffee with my teacher!". As the students cheered, she fixed her gaze on my face. I turned my face away. I was afraid she would refuse, or scold me. But she didn't. Slowly the crowd began dispersing. We exchanged contact numbers, addresses and notes on what to do next. As students filed out one by one, I moved away from the dispersing group and towards the centre of the room. She was still in the chair, watching with a heavy mind as the students walked out. She beckoned me and I went near her chair. "So smartie, when do you want to have the evening coffee?" She asked. I noted a different tone. It was not what I had expected. It was a touch of sadness. As if my prank had hurt her somewhere deep down. I was sorry, but at the same time I didn't want to lose my chance. I proposed a day next week. She nodded. The week went by very slowly. Perhaps because I wanted it to pass quickly. It was painful. Each day I woke up, wishing the classes would continue and I could meet my teacher every day. Alas, it was a long wait till the Thursday when I had fixed up a 'date' with her. The day finally came. All day I was distracted by the thought of meeting her. As I reached her, several thoughts crossed my mind, the most irritating one being that she had some guests who would be butting in onto my wish. I rang the bell and crossed my fingers in eager anticipation of what would happen next. "Come in!" Her voice answered the bell. I pushed the door. It was not locked. I came in and closed it behind me. She was alone and I didn't want anyone butting in on us. She sat in her usual chair, the table set with coffee and a disk full of cookies. I went to the table and took the chair near her. It should have been fantastic but I was feeling a little awkward. She poured coffee in my cup first, and then in hers. I sat watching her. Her face was expressionless, which I didn't like. Yes, she didn't look angry, which could be called a plus. But now she looked much removed from what was going on. I wished she would show some emotion, even anger. But she sat there, stone faced. I sipped the coffee, it was really nice in taste. Not too hot, a pleasant aroma warming up my nostrils. She was staring at me. "So, got your wish?" She asked. I looked up from the mug to her. I wanted to tell her what I really desired, but couldn't. She must have sensed something as I didn't reply. "Do you have something on your mind?" She asked. I wanted to say 'Yes' and then open up my heart to her. But somehow I was tongue-tied. I had realized that this wish of mine was probably the worst I could do to her. A very bad idea. So I started staring at my mug again. She did something completely unexpected. Extending her hand forward she placed it on mine, though very briefly. Then she said, "I have a feeling this wasn't what you really had in mind. Did you actually want something else?" I sat there, thinking. Finally I gathered the courage and nodded. She waited, as if she wanted me to say something. Finally she spoke. "Do you want to tell me what it is?" "I don't know..." I muttered. "Are you afraid I shall get angry?" I nodded, this time looking at her face. She sighed. A knowing look flashed in her eyes, though briefly. "What if I say that I want to know what it is, and I promise not to get mad?" I was surprised. Was it possible she actually wanted to know? I wondered why she was being so accomodating. "Your wish was to spend an evening with me, and I granted it. So if there's anything else you want, why not go ahead and say it?" It became very tempting for me. But before I could speak, she had another surprise up her sleeve. "After you all left that day, I opened the other three chits. You had written the same wish on all four of them. So I am curious too as to why a fine young man would want to spend an evening with someone like me so badly." "Someone like you?" I blurted out. "You are the most fascinating woman I have seen yet. Since the first day I came here, you have fascinated me. I love the way you talk, the way you look. I love your hair, your face, your hands, your legs! All I want is to make you happy in whichever way I can!" I didn't quite realize I had spoken so much so rapidly. I suddenly felt like an idiot. I had blown it. instead of spilling it all out like this, I should have tried some tact, gradually broaching the subject. But it was not to be so. Well, the words had been spoken, and I could not take them back now. Surprisingly she kept her cool, watching my face to see if I was merely pulling her leg or if I was serious. I was serious. She set her mug of coffee down on the table. "How do you plan to make me happy?" She asked. To be honest I had some idea but now suddenly I didn't want to do it. I liked her very much and didn't want to hurt her or offend her. I had fantasized about being with her, but when the opportunity now presented itself, I found I was hesitant to take the next step. "Come here." She said. I thought I was dreaming. I looked at her face. She was calm. After a few moments I placed my coffee down and stood up. Nervously I took the two steps which brought me close to her. Sitting in her chair, she looked up at my face. "I think I know what you want to do, and for this one time I shall grant you your wish. I am going to close my eyes for two minutes. These two minutes are yours. Whatever you do in these two minutes, I promise I won't be mad or angry with you. But remember: only two minutes!" And she then actually closed her eyes. - It was a wonderful feeling as I delicately lifted off the pallu of her saree from her left shoulder and let it fall in her lap. I was happy to see her blouse buttoned up front. I undid them all one after another, my hands trembling. My fingers brushed against the flesh of her chest and I had a funny sensation. As her blouse parted I saw the black bra she wore underneath. Two firm and round breasts heaved up and down under the cups. I could see their white flesh through the fabric. The nipples had already turned erect and were pressing hard against the fabric. As I bent my head down she opened her eyes. She must have sensed what I was doing. However she hadn't tried to stop me, true to her promise. As she gently started doing her blouse, I knew I couldn't get lucky here, at least not this time. She even smiled mischievously, the first smile of the evening. "Oh young man, you seem to be out of luck," she said as she placed the pallu back on her shoulder, covering her full, erect breasts. "You need practice." This last line emboldened me. "Did you like it, ma'am?" I asked. She didn't reply. But I pressed hard. "Look, I played your game for two minutes. So don't expect anything more now!" she finally replied. But she wasn't angry. And that's when I decided to push my luck further. It was a gamble, but I now thought the odds were in my favour. "Can I ask for one more thing?" I asked her. She was now staring at me. "Young man, you are pushing your luck. Mind you, no funny business. I am not tolerating another secret desire." "Oh, it's not much. I promise it's quite harmless: for you at least." She was still suspicious. I assured her once more I would not be touching her and she would not find herself sans any clothing. Finally she relented. "Ok, but remember just this once. You have really been naughty, but I have been fond of you so I shall allow this one more wish. Now out with it! What do you want?" "Well, it's nothing, actually. Just fetch me some biscuits to have with the tea!" I said, nodding in the direction of the tea kettle on the table. She suddenly became quiet. The change was surprising. I knew the request was really pretty harmless for her. All I wanted as a parting wish was the sight of her round, heavy buttocks swinging as she walked, the final part of her beautiful body that I desired to see. I had seen pretty much everything else and knew I couldn't get anything more than just a look. But she didn't move. I was eagerly waiting for her to get up and show me the goods. When she looked at me. I could see she was not alright. There was a tear or two in her eyes. I was surprised. Maybe she wasn't feeling well, or maybe I had hurt her. Yes, that was more likely. But I also wanted to see those sturdy, round buttocks! "What do you really want?", she asked me all of a sudden. "I told you I just wanted ..." "Oh, don't lie! You know and I know you really don't want those goddamned biscuits! Please tell me what you really want." She snapped at me. However her anger didn't look aimed at me. I tried to bluff my way around but then she was no fool. "I shall tell you, provided you won't get mad," I finally relented. "Oh, you and your perverted ways! Alright, spit it out please!" She cried out. "there's just one small thing. And it is that I want to see you walk." I started speaking, with one eye to the earth and the other at her face. "Pardon me for saying this, but I wanted to see your lovely buttocks swinging as you walk." I wanted to mix some flattery into my request too. Always helps! But the result was unexpected. She kept staring at me, and I could see her eyes well up with tears. For a few minutes neither spoke as she fought back her tears while I was busy trying to figure out what was it that pained her so much. After mopping the tears she finally spoke. Her voice hoarse and face drawn she said, "I know you won't miss this chance of knowing your teacher more, though I don't know if you will like it. I guess the only option for me is to satisfy your desire." Ominous words, them! As soon as she finished talking she heaved her body forward on the chair, using both her arms, and with an expert motion she carried it off the chair and onto the floor. I was dumbstruck! What was going on? She then raised her torso up by placing her hands in front of her and resting on them, while pulling both her knees ahead. And then she started crawling ahead on her hands and knees. Something was wrong, very wrong! I rushed ahead behind her. Even in the whole confusion I remember her buttocks swung about as she pulled her legs ahead. My Teacher I sat down near her, overcome with curiosity, and held onto her hips to stop her as by one hand I started uncovering her legs. As I rolled the saree off them the horrible truth was naked in front of me. My beautiful, sexy teacher had no legs! My Teacher and I Note: All characters in this story are 18+ and the names have been changed. One day, I was sitting in class, staring at the wall as usual, when I hear, "ALEX! PAY ATTENTION!" I looked up at my sexy ass English teacher, Mr Lewis. He was 5'10'' with a perfectly sculpted body under his tight undershirt and suit jacket. I couldn't help but stare as he walked up to me. "Alex, how many times do I have to tell you to pay attention? Do you want to fail?" "Of course not, Sir. But I dont really see why I need to know this. My perfection is in art." He looked at me with a glare before turning around and walking away. I stared at his perfect ass. I could feel my cock getting hard. I tried to cross my legs and think about something else, but I couldnt help but have my eyes stray to his ass. What I wouldnt give to see that man naked. I had zoned out again, thinking about all the things I would want him to do to me when I suddenly heard, "ALEX CONRADT! DETENTION! TONIGHT! 3PM" I looked up, shocked to hear that. Not that it wasnt something I heard often. Detention was a usual for me. Just normally not from him. After the class I stuck around because it was my last class. I walked up to Mr. Lewis, leaned over his desk, and glared at him. "The fuck do you think you're doing, giving me detention on a fucking friday?" I snapped. "I have plans with my fucking boyfriend and you keep me back? Who the fuck do you think you are?" He stood up and pushed me against a wall. Now, my 6'4'' hight was in my favor but I was shocked. He had me pinned. I felt something cold against my wrists and heard a click. I knew I was fucked. He turned me around and held me tightly against the wall by my neck. All I could do was stare and try to breathe normally. "You do NOT talk to me like that, get it boy? From now on you call me Sir, or in this case, Master. Got it bitch?" I nodded, scared out of my fucking mind of what he was going to do to me. I couldnt move my arms, apart from the fact that he had about 50 pounds of muscle on me. I trembled and swallowed hard. "Yes, Master." He dragged me over to a desk and locked my legs to it with two more sets of cuffs. I thought about screaming but I had a feeling he would do whatever it took to get me to obey. I was right. I squirmed alittle from the cuffs and he smacked my ass so hard my eyes watered. I had to clench my jaw to keep from screaming. "Dont move, dont make a single noise unless I tell you you can. Do not cum unless I tell you you can. Got it?" I nodded and whimpered "Yes Master. Whatever you say master." I couldnt stop myself from getting hard. I loved the way that sounded on my lips. The desperate sound of need on my lips. He knew I wanted him. He probably always knew. He uncuffed my hands and tied each one to the other edge of the desk so I was bent over it. I felt him pull down my pants and boxers. I felt so revieled. My cock and hole completely unprotected from whatever he wanted to do to me. I felt a solid smack on my ass, which sent me in to a fit of squeals from pain and pleasure. He did it a few more times before rubbing my sore cheeks softly, caressing them. It sent pings of pleasure up my spine, especially when he would run his fingers lightly over the seam. I felt something cold and slippery on my hole along with two fingers rubbing me gently. I couldnt help but moan, which earned me a solid smack on my ass. I felt the two fingers slide into me and slowly rub my prostate. My knees got a bit shakey and he seemed to notice. He wrapped one arm around my waist to hold me up. He slid out the fingers and moved away a bit. I heard the movement of fabric and his belt hit the floor so I knew he was getting undressed. After a moment I felt something large and warm pressing against my hole. I leaned into the desk, trying to get away from his large cock. In return, he shoved his cock up my ass hard, causing me to scream out in pain. He pulled his cock all the way out before slamming it back in again, causing me to whimper. I felt a solid hand on both of my hips, pushing his cock as far as he could into my ass. At this point I was less scared and more filled with pleasure. I loved the feel of his hard cock head pushing against my prostate, massaging it. My cock was rock hard by now and I couldnt help but twitching. He slowly wrapped one arm around my waist and grabbed my cock, stroking it with the rythum of his fucking. I heard him grunt and felt him tense up. I knew he was going to cum. I clenched my ass around his large cock, sending shoots up pain and pleasure up my spine. I trembled hard and waited for him to cum, knowing I would need to release soon. "Master, Please, can I cum? I need to cum." As an answer he stroked me faster. I could feel his cock pulse in my ass as he came. Feeling all of his warm cum leak deep into my ass. A few seconds later I came hard, feeling his hand milk the rest of the cum out of my cock. After him and I were both finished he pulled out against my requests. My hole felt empty as the cum slowly dripped down my legs. I couldnt help but let out a soft whine. I saw him step infront of me and unlock my hands and then walk back behind and unlock my legs. He grabbed me by the hair and put one side of the hand cuffs on one hand, then threaded it through a beam on the ceiling and cuffed my other hand, then he cuffed my legs apart. I felt something cold slide up my ass and imideantly felt it vibrate. "Now bitch. You better keep that in your ass or I'll throw you out of this classroom without any of your clothes and you can walk home, got it?" I felt a blind fold go over my eyes and a ball gag go in my mouth. All I could do was not "yes". He turns the vibrator on high and steps away from me. I did all I could to not relax my muscles out of habit. It was especially hard because of the heavy vibrations teasing me with their pleasent tingling fingers. After about 10 minutes he took it out of me. "Congradulations bitch. You get to suck my cock." I felt myself get hard. He grabbed my cock and pulled on it hard. "I'll play with you later." He ran his tongue up the length of my cock before pushing me away and untying my arms and legs, taking out the ball gag also. He pushed me to the ground and made me go up on my knees. I felt the head of his cock press against my lips and opened my mouth a bit. He grabbed my hair and shoved his cock into my mouth. I choked and gagged a bit but managed to open my mouth wide enough for his wide girth. I closed my lips around the base and slowly started sucking, running my tongue up and down all that I could. I knew he liked it because I could feel his cock tremble benethe my lips. He shoved the thing down my throat and exploded, sending sticky strands of cum down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but gagged a bit. He pulled out and I sat there on my hands and knees, focusing on how to breathe. I trembled and licked my lips. I felt his cock against my lips again. "Lick all my cum off boy." I licked the shaft up and down, running my tongue up and down the soft, smooth skin. I got to the head and sucked on it gently, getting out as much cum as I could. He pushed me away and took off the blind fold. "Get the fuck out of my class room Alex. I'll see you on monday." I looked up at him, shocked. The expression on his face seemed bored as he walked over to his clothes and put them back on. I shook my head and walked over to my things, got dressed, and hurried out of the classroom On the next monday, everything was back to normal. I stared at his ass as usual, always dreaming that it would happen again. My Teacher and Me This is my first story. Please excuse any errors in it. This is a fictional story. All fictional characters depicted in the following story are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it. ***** My name is Ashton. I'm an average looking guy. I'm about 5'4 and weigh around 140 pounds. I have black hair, brown eyes and have slightly tan skin. I usually wear jeans and a t shirt. I've never really considered myself anything special. I never had any attraction to any of my teachers every. Until I met my science teacher Mrs. Bridge. She was slightly taller than I was. Probably around 5'5. She had brown hair that was down to her shoulders. Not too long but just right. Her eyes were a beautiful brown. But most of all she had the best body I have ever seen. She had a 36-25-40 figure. Her ass was a little big for some people but for me it was perfect. Her boobs were 36D but had no sag to them. She was a young teacher which is why her boobs were perfect. Every day I would walk into her class, find my seat, and position myself perfectly to hide my erect cock. I knew my cock would harden no matter what she wore to class that day. I loved it when she wore jeans and a t shirt because they perfectly outlined her curves. Because of her amazing body, I had a hard time focusing in class. My grade slowly started to drop in the class. Towards the end of the semester I had to figure out a way to get some extra credit in her class. It was a Thursday afternoon. The bell rang to signal the end of the class. I gathered my supplies and approached her desk. "Mrs. Bridge?" I asked. "Yes Ashton?" "I have a really bad grad in your class and I was curious as to if you offered any extra credit." "Well, I usually do not offer any sort of extra credit. However I know you are a hard working student. So here's what I can do. Stop by tomorrow after school and I will have made an extra credit packet for you by then." "Thank you Mrs. Bridge. I will see you tomorrow!" The next day was Friday. I was just ready for school to be out so I could go home and enjoy my weekend. The final bell rang which signaled the end of school. As I was walking to my car I remembered I had to go and get the extra credit packet from Mrs. Bridge. I turned around and headed towards her classroom. As I walked into her classroom I noticed what she was wearing. She wore jeans which hugged her 40 inch hips perfectly. She wore 3 inch high heels which made her ass pop and her boobs stand out. She wore a v neck t shirt which stretched across her boobs. The bottom of her v neck t shirt struggled to surround her hips. I tried my best to look away so I didn't get a hard on. She turned around to see me staring at the ground. "Ashton! I made your packet for extra credit. It's over on my desk," she said as she walked over to her desk. "Thank you so much Mrs. Bridge. I will not let you down." I said as I approached her desk. "You're welcome Ashton. But before you take the packet I have to ask you a question. Why do you have a bad grade in my class?" She asked. "Well Mrs. Bridge. I am a little distracted in your class." I replied. "By what?" She asked. When she asked this question I hesitated to answer. Do I tell her the truth? Or do I make up some lie? "Well Mrs. Bridge to be honest I'm distracted by you. The way you look and the way you dress is distracting to me." "That's what I thought," She replied. She got up and shut the door to her classroom. "Have a seat Ashton," she commanded as she walked towards me. I sat down in the nearest chair. "I've been waiting for you to make a move Ashton," she said as she leaned over me. As she leaned over me I could see clearly down her v neck. I couldn't help but stare. She smiled and said "I've been waiting for this for a while." She leaned forward and kissed me. Her kiss was aggressive. She used a lot of tongue. I was caught off guard and struggled to push her tongue with my tongue. As we kissed she reached into my jeans and started stroking my cock. "Stand up," she instructed. I stood up and she immediately undid my belt and took off my pants. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed. To me my cock was nothing special. Probably about 7 inches erect but I had a bigger than average girth. "Lay down on your back and take off your shirt," she said. I did exactly what she asked. I laid there on the ground fully naked on my back. She squatted in between by neck and started massaging my semi-erect cock. As she did this she took off her shirt and her bra to reveal her beautiful 36D boobs. I stared at her amazing breasts and my cock instantly became erect. "You have a gorgeous cock. So big and beautiful," she said as she stroked my cock with her hand. "I can't wait to have this inside me." She then spit on my cock and spit in-between her boobs. She then took my erect cock in-between her boobs and started stroking my cock between her massive tits. I moaned out of sheer pleasure. I never imagined that this would be happening to me. "Oh you like that do you?" She cooed as she stroked my cock. "I see the way you look at me during class. I see that bulge every day in your pants. I need a good fucking and I knew that you would be the one to give it to me." I was speechless as she continued to stroke my cock with her tits. She started to rotate her body while adding spit to her boobs and my cock. By now my cock was oozing with precum. Her boobs had become so slippery as she continued to turn her body so her pussy was right over my face. "Take off my pants Ashton. I want you to lick my pussy," she said. I took off her pants and her thong. There right in front of my face was her shaved pussy. I immediately started licking and sucking on it. "Oh fuck!" She exclaimed as she continued to stroke my cock with her boobs. She then released my cock from her boobs and immediately engulfed my cock into her mouth. I moaned loudly as I continued to lick her pussy. Her mouth was heavenly as she started to stroke my cock with her mouth. She took her hair in her hand and started massaging my balls with her hair. She was working my entire cock and it felt amazing. "You're going to make me cum Mrs. Bridge," I struggled to say between licking her juicy pussy. She immediately stopped. "Oh we're far from done Aston," she said as she stood up. This was the first time I saw her ass. It was beautiful and round. It was smooth and jiggled as she stood up. She walked over to her desk in her high heels. As she walked she swung her hips making her ass jiggle even more. She leaned over the desk making her ass look even bigger. Her boobs were laying on the desk because of how big they were. "Get over here and fuck me Ashton," she demanded. I immediately got up and positioned myself behind her and aimed my cock at her pussy. I slowly entered her pussy. We both moaned as my cock stretched her tight pussy. I finally put my cock all the way inside her pussy. Her big ass pressed my balls against my thighs as I grabbed her tits and massaged them. We both stood there for a second as our bodies adapted to each other. Finally I started pumping my cock in and out of her wet pussy. "Fuck me harder Ashton," she cooed as she stuck her ass out to get better penetration. I started fucking her harder and faster. As I increased my speed I continued to massage her big tits in my hand. "Oh yeah. Fuck me Ashton. I love your big fucking cock. It feels so perfect in my pussy. Don't stop fucking me. Keep going," she said as my cock slammed in and out of her pussy. "Oh yeah Ashton. You're gonna make me cum. Keep going. Oh yeah, yeah, YEAH!" she yelled as her pussy tightened on my cock. I slowed my pace as her pussy oozed her cum all over my cock and balls. Her pussy stopped contracting and she immediately turned around and swallowed my cock in her mouth. She took my cock out of her mouth and started licking my balls. She made sure to get every drop of her cum off of my cock and balls. "Your cock is so good Ashton. Especially after it's been drenched in my pussy juice," she said. "Now it's my turn to please you. Lay on your back," she demanded. I laid on my back and she stood over me facing me. She lowered herself onto my cock. She took my cock in her hand and aimed my cock at her asshole. She slowly lowered herself on my cock as my cock entered her asshole. She grunted as she struggled to accommodate my cock. I let out the loudest moan yet. I have never had anal sex. Her asshole was tight. I cock slowly slid in with the help of her spit and my precum. She finally fit my entire cock into her asshole. She started slowly moving herself up and down, slowly stroking my cock with her tight asshole. "Oh my god. Your cock is so big. It's bigger than my husband's," she said as she started quickening her pace. This turned me on for some reason and I reached out and grabbed one of her boobs with my right hand as my left hand grabbed her ass. She leaned forward so now her boobs were right in my face. I then moved both of my hands to her big ass. I loved grabbing her ass and playing with her ass cleavage. "You like it when I take your cock from you don't you Ashton? I love your cock. It's perfect. It gives me so much pleasure. My tits are right in your face. Why don't you suck them?" she asked. I started sucking her tits and she let out a moan as she pounded on my cock. I loved how her tits bounced in my face. I could feel her ass cleavage hit my balls making them bounce every time she pounded my cock. "I love making your balls bounce up and down with my ass cleavage. I know you like it when my big ass jiggles all over your cock. I can feel your cum dripping from my ass. I love it when you suck my big tits. It turns me on so fucking much. You're going to make me cum again Ashton." "You're going to make me cum too Mrs. Bridge." "Oh yeah Ashton. I want your cum in my asshole. Please give it to me. Oh yeah, yeah. OH FUCK!" She yelled as she started cumming. Her asshole tightened and she slammed my cock all the way up her ass. She grinded on my balls with her big ass. I started cumming and shot stream after stream into her asshole as she grinded on my cock. I came for what seemed like a minute. Our orgasms finally subsided. "Holy fuck Ashton. I wish my husband was as good as you," she said with my cock still in her ass. She stood up and my cum dripped out of her ass and onto my semi-erect cock. "Oh let me get that for you," she said as she bent over and sucked my cock clean. "Most of the time he can't even make me cum," she said despite her mouth filled with my cock. After she was done she looked at me with my cum all around her lips. "Now that I think about it, I don't think you need that packet to pass my class," she said as she smiled at me. "I'll take care of your grade honey. And if you ever need any help in any subject don't be afraid to visit me," she said. My Teacher and My Panties This story was written for my friend Jay who I met through here and have been emailing back and forth with for a couple months now. He brings out the dirty side in me! **all people in this story are of age and this is purely fiction... though i wish this could happen with me and jay ;P** *** I'm searching through my locker but can't seem to find them anywhere again. I let out a huff and close the door. It is the second time this week my panties have gone missing from my locker in the girl's locker room at school. I don't know who could have taken them because school was over, I just stayed to swim some laps in the pool and put all my clothes in my locker when I put my swim suit on like I always do. I hear a noise come from the right. "Hello?" When I hear the noise again, I pull my towel up more to make sure I am covered and follow the direction of the sound. I hear it come from your office but I thought you had left earlier when school let out. When I push open your office door, my eyes go wide, my nipples become hard and my pussy gushes. You are sitting behind your desk with your shorts around your ankles, your hand is rubbing up and down your cock with a pink fabric wrapped around it while you hold another blue fabric to your face as you sniff and lick it. I hear you moan out and your hand comes away from your face but the fabric stays because you suck part of the fabric into your mouth. I realize the two items you have are my missing panties. I moan out as my pussy throbs. You look over at me. You don't stop stroking. You don't stop sucking on my panties. You smile and then take the panties from your mouth. My mouth goes dry. "Hello, Bella" you moan. I open and close my mouth. I don't know what to say. You continue to stroke your cock with my panties while I watch. "I... I didn't know you were still here..." I stammer. "Mmm..." you moan. "I wa... I was just swimming" "Oh...fuck... mm I saw" you groan. My pussy throbs and my body is glued still. I don't know why I'm running away. "Mr. Jay... are those my panties?" I ask softly. You nod. "They feel so good on my cock." I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. "And your pussy juice tastes so good out of them." I flush. "Really?" You moan and stroke faster. "Oh yeah, baby. I love sucking on your panties. Did you like watching me suck on your panties?" I nod and you tell me to come closer. "You turned 18 this weekend didn't you, Baby Bell?" I nod. Your left hand moves up my thigh. When you reach my wet pussy I close my eyes and moan. "Mmm, there's my dirty girl I heard all about. You want to show your teacher what a real whore you are?" My eyes snap open but before I could protest you shoot up and bend me over the desk. You rip my towel off and when I start to struggle you smack me so hard on the ass, tears come to my eyes. "Don't try to deny it, baby. I've watched you for years now. How you blow all the guys in the boiler room. How you fuck your boyfriend in his car before school. The hand jobs you give during school assemblies," you moan as you lick up my spine. I grip onto your desk and pray that you let me cum soon. You get up to the back of my head and whisper in my ear, "You're nothing but a dirty, filthy whore... and do you know what I like to do to whores?" I whimper and shake my head. You laugh and lick my ear. "I fuck them." Oh thank god. I hold my breath and close my eyes and I wait to feel your huge cock enter my pussy, but instead, my eyes snap open in shear pain and your hand comes around to cover my mouth as I scream. "Fuck" you groan. "Guess I should have specified where, huh, whore?" you laugh. "Dirty, filthy whores like you get fucked in the ass!" You continue to pound my virgin asshole as tears fall from my eyes. It oddly feels painful and pleasurable at the same time. "Ohhh your ass feels so fucking good around my cock, slut. You like that? Huh? You like that big, fat cock in your slutty little asshole?" You let go of my mouth and I slump forward on the desk in pain and continue to cry while a big part of me wants to put my hand down to start rubbing my clit. You lean down and whisper in my ear, "Does it hurt, baby?" I nod. You laugh and fuck me harder. "Do you want me to stop, baby? Tell me to stop!" I open my mouth to tell you to stop but can't because your cock actually feels amazing in my tiny little asshole. "Tell me to stop!" You yell. I can tell my crying turns you on. "Please stop, Mr. Jay. Your big cock is hurting me!" You groan and grab my hips to fuck me harder. I scream out in pain and pleasure which only makes you fuck me more and I can't help but start to love it. But I want to make it good for you. I continue to cry and beg you to stop which only makes your cock swell even more in my ass. When I try to struggle you pant and thrust into me so deep, your balls feel like they are entering my pussy. My pussy is dripping from how turned on you are getting by my struggling. But after a while, I start to moan and my hips move back in time to meet yours. You crack your hand down on my ass. "That's it you fucking whore; fuck my cock with that slutty asshole." "Oh fuck!" I moan out and slam my hips back harder. I feel your hand tangle into my hair before you grip it and yank my head back hard. I cry out in pain. "You like your teachers cock in your ass? I knew you would... a dirty fuck pig like you likes a cock any way she can take it" "I fucking love it" I moan out as I try to move my hand to my pussy. Just before I come in contact with my clit, you pull your cock out of my ass and tell me to turn around. You lift me up on the desk, lay me down, and put my legs up on your shoulders. I cry out as I feel your cock enter my asshole again and immediately start to finger my cunt with my left hand while my right hand rubs my clit. "Fuck yes," you groan as you grab my tits. "Show you teacher how you like to play with your slutty cunt, you fucking whore" "Treat me like a whore, Mr. Jay! Treat me the way I need to be treated!" I moan. You laugh and pinch my nipples. I arch my back in pain. "That hurt?" I nod. You continue to slam your cock up my ass and tell me to look up at you. "You're nothing but a dirty fucking whore. A cum slut... A fuck pig... A piece of fucking ass for me to fuck whenever I want. Do you understand me? I'm going to use you whenever I want and do whatever I want to you... and you're going to love every second of it... why? Because you're nothing but a cum bucket that loves a hard cock up her ass, fucking stupid slut bitch." You spit in my face and I cum instantly. I have never come so hard in my life, my cum is gushing out of me, down to the crack of my ass and onto your cock and my head feels dizzy. I only come to my senses when you pull your cock out of my ass. I look up to see you walking away. "Mr. Jay?" I call out; your back is to me. "Get on your knees, bitch!" you call from over your shoulder and I quickly listen. When you turn back around I can see my blue panties now wrapped around your cock as you stroked it while you held the crotch of the pink ones right at your tip. You walk right in front of me so that your cock is right in front of my face and I lick my lips. You laugh. "You wanna lick your ass off of your teacher's cock, slut?" I nod fast and quickly take your cock in my mouth when you move your hands away. I move my lips over my panties that are wrapped around, wetting them in the process and moan at my own musky taste. "Mmmm," you move my hair out of my face "Taste your ass, fuck pig... You like the way your ass tastes?" I look up at you with your cock in my mouth and nod. I whimper in frustration when you pull me off and resume your stroking with the crotch of my pink panties in front of you. "Don't worry, baby. Teacher has a nice little gift for you." I lick my lips and stare at your cock. "Watch your teacher baby. Watch me shoot my load into your panties! Are you watching, whore? Fuck, here it comes! I'm going to shoot right into your fucking panties!" You groan out right before your cock erupts. Strand after strand over beautiful hot, white, gooey, cum explodes from your cock tip and lands right into the crotch of my panties when I had really wanted it to be all over my face or down my throat. You stop cumming and let out a long breath. I watch as you move your arm to toss the panties and I can't help the sound that escapes my mouth. You look down at me with your eyebrow raised. "Do you want my cum, you little slut?" I bite my lip. I really do. "If you want me cum, you have to ask." "Please can I have your cum, Mr. Jay?" "You want to eat my cum from your panties?" I moan and begin to rub my pussy and nod my head. You groan and tell me "Finger fuck yourself while you do it, you fucking cum slut" before you yank my head back by my hair and slam my panties onto my mouth. I open my lips and your cum starts to fall into my mouth. I stick my tongue out and lick every glob off as I fuck myself with three fingers. All the while you're standing over me calling me names and telling me how dirty I am. "Look at what a dirty fucking cum slut you are.... You want my cum so bad you eat it from your dirty underwear... You're going to make yourself cum from eating my cum out of your underwear aren't you, you little fucking whore... that's it... fucking cum... make that pussy nice and wet so when I fuck it my cock will be nice and wet for your asshole again baby." I moan loudly as I suck on my panties when I cum. I slump forward as you let go of me hair and let the panties drop from the ground. My heart is pounding and my pussy is still throbbing. "Tell me something Bella..." I'm still panting when I look up to see you standing in front of me stroking your once again hard cock. "How are you at eating assholes?" To Be Continued...