The Teacher’s Lesson for a schoolgirl

“How did you like my class today?” I asked Tony.

“Fine,” he responded shyly. I love it when they’re shy.
My college U.S. History classes are anything but “fine.”

I had asked him to come to my office after class because
I’d been noticing that he’d been lusting for me all
semester. It had gone on long enough. The semester was
almost over. I figured I might as well get something out of
it. Why not? Hey, I’m the person in the position of
authority. Why couldn’t I get a good, cheap fuck if I
wanted one? And to think what a hard-on he’ll get after
finding out he received an A in this class knowing full well
he didn’t deserve a C-.

To give me the biggest rush possible, I sat right in
front of him with my skirted knees touching his. Leaning
forward I asked him, “So, Tony, do you like me?”

His entire being froze. Some powerful, invisible force
locked tight every muscle in his body including those of his
eyes and mouth. What in the world had he been fantasizing
about me all this time that got him this pent up?

Smiling, I reached forward and slid my hand up the
inside of his paralyzed thigh and lightly gripped his dick
through his pants. I returned my hand to my lap.

He was still wonderfully, deliciously frozen.

Still smiling, I lifted my skirt enough for him to view
my fingers sliding beneath my panties and up and down his
slutty teacher’s slit.

To the lust-filled student I matter-of-factly asked,

“Want me?”

Fully locked, he didn’t flinch.

I knew I had him where I wanted him. My cunt at that
moment flowed hot syrup for him. My smile must have looked
more wicked than any he’d ever imagined.

Then for my greatest possible buzz I said “I’ll give you
2 seconds to decide.”

I uttered a soft “One.”

At that instant, in an instantaneous explosive release
of pent up, crazed months-long obsession, he leaped forward,
tackling me. We both crashed to the floor behind me. In an
uncontrolled blur of imminent intense sexual release he
whipped open his pants and ripped down my panties to my
ankles, catching them on my feet and giving up on them
there. In willing, perfect sync I yanked down his pants. Our
heavy panting erupting together, our hands whipping up and
down each other’s bodies, he just moved over me and my
willing knees opened wide in a sudden jerk, inviting his
immediate fuck.

We paused for only an instant, both ready, his body
clamped down by mine, his face just above me with his
steal-hard shaft cocked at my hungry opening.

With fiery eyes locked to his, and filled with pure
boldness, I wickedly whispered,

“Fuck her.”

With that admonition, in one solid jerk he drove it in
all the way: hard, straight. His mound collided with mine
giving my entire body a jerk. He continued ever harder with
deep, piercing, burning, unrelenting fucking thrust after
thrust after thrust after thrust. Our eyes remained locked
and piercing. Our lips stayed tightly closed with
determination. Our hot, short breaths in time with each
full drive of his lusting dick as he fucked his teacher he’s
been lusting for so long.

Thrust after thrust after thrust, growing only harder
and longer. His thighs slapped unforgiving against mine, his
jerks so hard his knees knocked against the short,
commercial carpet. There was no intention at all of slowing
down until his full load shot up through the inside of my
body and out my slutty lips.

He fucked long and hard, biting his lower lips fucking
with ever increasing determination.

My tightening cunt all but burned the walls of his
drilling, carbine cock.

Finally I felt him within me reaching that final stage,
just before a man finishes, when his cock feels more like a
steal bat than the dildo a young, horny girl first discovers
in the back of her mother’s chest of drawers.

My eyes opened wider as my legs and arms clamped ever
more tightly around him, until, and while almost squeezing
his breath entirely from him his body, he shot his first hot
gush, followed by wad after wad after wad of thick male
pulsing cumm deep into his teacher’s pussy.

Wad after wad after wad kept jamming into me. My
fingers felt his neck and back tensing ever tighter with
every spasmic jerk.

My nails gouged into his tight buns approvingly as he
fully emptied into his object of desire.

Wanting all from him my gripping fingers dug deep into
his ass, pulling him harder against his sexual idol and
encouraging as many thrusts as he can manage.

He finally slowed to a stop. My biting nails released
their prized, hot flesh.

With boyish innocence, and with his long meat deep
inside his teacher’s cunt, both motionless except for
uncontrollable, periodic contractions, he managed a slight,
brief shy grin. Staring at me he looked as if he were a
12-year-old boy struggling to build enough courage to kiss a
girl for the first time.

I smiled meekly back at first, then slightly puzzled, we
both acting like young teenagers about to discover what a
kiss is.

With his delicious meat still wedged deep in my fucked
pussy, and with a pure shyness of a young boy he hesitantly
lowered his head to give me a peck on my lips.

I suddenly realized it. He’d never kissed a girl
before. And twenty minutes before this moment he was a
virgin.

With a broad, beaming congratulatory smile I placed my
hands behind his head to lower it to my returning kiss.
This one much longer, quieter. His third kiss came on his
own, then his forth, then his fifth.

Finally, still planted within his first girl, she
slipped her tongue in his mouth. In response his cock began
to harden again within her. Our mouths melted together and
we necked until his hips could no longer hold still.
Grinding my hips against him in invitation I again began to
feel the thrusts that would lead to his second pumping
rapture within her, and his first cumming cunt around his
hot, fucking dick.

Even though he was 22-years-old, I went from a 30-year-
old woman to a teen girl that afternoon.

And every afternoon thereafter until the semester ended.