Maeva was a tomboy at heart, so naturally, she was always excited for her favourite subject at College, Physical Education. It didn’t hurt that Mr Cane was easy on the eye. He had a body like a rugby player, with shoulder-length wavy hair, icy blue eyes, and a cheeky smile.
September’s sky was covered with a basic grey overcast, but had the humidity of summer in the air. So a t-shirt and shorts were the standard for the students to wear in the P.E. activities.
Although Mr Cane was always friendly with all his students, Maeva felt like he gave her more attention than anyone else. For instance, Maeva, the drama queen that she was, once refused to play tennis with her teammate because she thought he was an idiot. Instead of forcing Maeva to participate, Mr Cane spent eleven minutes of the lesson calming her down, and ended up being her own personal tennis partner.
On a particular Wednesday afternoon, Maeva was in a good mood practising a lesson of rounders. She was on the batting team and it was her turn. As the ball flew through the air towards her, she swung the bat and hit it far in the field and made a run for it.
The whistle blew, Maeva stopped in her tracks and turned to Mr Cane.
“Maeva you hit the ball off the mark, it’s a failed run.”
“What?! Are you kidding me?”
“No I’m not. Try again.” Just as Mr Cane announced this, the sky poured down with heavy rain.
After a couple of minutes of bickering with Maeva, Mr Cane abruptly interrupted her. “The lesson is over, we can’t continue in this weather. Everyone inside.”
“So I won’t get my second run?” she asked.
He bluntly replied, “No, don’t act like you wanted to.”
“FINE!” she exclaimed.
Maeva stormed toward Mr Cane across the wet field. The hard rain that dripped on her body instantly made her top transparent, revealing her bouncing breasts to the rhythm of her stride. Mr Cane couldn’t help but notice this and tried not to look at her, but he couldn’t control his eyes. He noticed that Maeva has a petite curvaceous body, but had never seen it unclothed.
The weather turned into a thunderstorm so the college announced for everyone to evacuate the premises and make their way home.
As Mr Cane began to gather his belongings for his car ride home, he spotted Maeva in the college office on the phone. The conversation looked intense.
“Maeva, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“Uber has cancelled my ride twice and my roommates couldn't find me so they’ve gone to their parents for the rest of the week!” Maeva explained.
“Oh no, do you want me to give you a lift to your apartment?”
“I would but I don't have the keys to my apartment.”
“Oh, so what are you gonna do?”
“Well, where do you live?” Maeva had thought about whether it was appropriate to be asking this question to her PE teacher. She knew it could sound misleading, but also quite exciting.
Mr Cane hesitated for a second, then answered, “I only live ten minutes away, but I’ve got a lot of essay grading to do.”
Maeva replied, “And I have studying to do, so let’s go back to yours for the time being.” Maeva walked past him without giving him a chance to agree, or detest.
Mr Cane was thinking if this was a good idea or not, but her wet transparent top was a heavy distraction.
“Come on, what are you waiting for?” Maeva asked whilst waiting for Mr Cane to follow her out to the parking lot.
The car ride was awkward. Mr Cane couldn’t help but notice that her round breasts bounced each time he drove over a road bump, it drove him to wild thoughts. He parked his car in the driveway of his home. They both got out of the car and headed toward his house.
“Nice place, very modern, unlike you!” Maeva joked.
“Well thank you, and you know I’m the most stylish teacher that you know.”
“Is that right?” Maeva teased.
“Yes!” Mr Cane confidently responded.
“We’ll just have to see about that!” and with that, Maeva led her way into his house to shield herself from the heavily pouring rain.
Maeva made herself comfortable on his grey sofa and pulled out her books from her bag to start studying. Mr Cane met her with a cup of hot tea as per her earlier request. He originally thought he would have to tell her to entertain herself whilst he actually got some essay grading completed but realised that Maeva really was trying to study.
“You know what, I can’t sit in these soaked clothes, do you have a T-shirt that I can borrow?” Maeva asked.
“Sure, I’ll be right back.” True to his word, he returned with a T-shirt within minutes, which apparently was enough time for Maeva to get half-naked, in pretty lace white underwear which covered tiny amounts of her flesh. This had Mr Cane’s blood running straight to his cock. She locked her eyes with his. He walks toward her on the Sofa, she grabbed the T-shirt and threw it on the floor. Eye contact is still locked with him.
His hands glided to the back of her neck and they started to kiss. Passionately. Tongue sucking, lip biting kisses. He grabbed her legs from the floor and held them firmly around his waist, lips still locked. He then slipped her panties to the side and started to play with her sensitive clit. She let out several light gasps and arched her back enjoying his fingers. He continued to fiddle, she wriggled.
Maeva grabbed Mr Cane’s package and whispered in his ears, “I need you inside me right now.”
“No problem, I’ll show you a real PE lesson of mine.”
He strode over to the open window, holding Maeva up on the window ledge so that she could feel the heavy rain on her back whilst he played with her sensitive swollen clit. Maeva reached down and revealed Mr Cane’s massive throbbing cock, which is aching to penetrate her. She wrapped her dainty hand around his shaft and guided it toward her moist hole.
As soon as he felt the head of his cock being dipped into her wetness, he thrusted forward driving his entire shaft into her tight pussy. Maeva gasped for air at the shock of her new intruder. Mr Cane began to hold her legs open wider to dive himself deeper inside her. Doing this made Maeva lose her breath at a continuous rhythm. He beat her tight pussy with his hard cock, getting deeper with each stroke. They moved onto the floor with Maeva sat on top of him, as she bounced her juices down his veiny shaft. He wriggled underneath her, trying to take each bounce of her pussy without exploding his cream inside her.
After many strokes, he couldn’t take it. He cupped her ass with both hands and raised her up off his cock trying to contain the urge to burst his creamy cum out from the tip of his veiny throbbing cock. Maeva laid out on the floor on her back, panting for her breath back.
Suddenly, Mr Cane stood over her with his hand reaching out for hers. He looked into her eyes and said, “We’re not done yet.”
Maeva stood up and got swiftly bent over onto the back of the couch. Her waist got occupied with Mr Cane’s big hands. Her wet pussy got occupied with his hard throbbing cock once again. He rocked her body to meet his meat, spanking her ass cheeks and left his handprint on her plump ass like a souvenir. This time, Maeva felt the sensation of tingling in her inner pussy walls. Her body started to clench in preparation for the wave of orgasms about to come her way.
Mr Cane sensed it through her pussy walls that she was close to cumming. At this point, he decided to swiftly thrust himself inside her deep and hard. She caved in. Weak at the knees, her body shook uncontrollably but he didn't stop drilling her. He fucked her through her orgasm, making it build up intensely inside her and hard for her to resist the beating from his thick rod. Maeva screamed out the sweetest shriek of pleasure he had ever heard. Her breath gasped for any air available to her lungs. His job was accomplished.
He finally pulled out and released himself onto her back. He reached down and grabbed her body, pulled it closer to his and stuck his tongue into her mouth and passionately kissed her in slow motion. He saw that she was still trying to gasp for air, so he grabbed the T-shirt that Maeva was meant to be wearing and cleaned the glistening cum off from her back, and laid her down on the sofa for her to recover. He joined her there to rest in each other's arms. They watched the thunderstorm rain trickle down the open window. He looked at Maeva and said, “It looks like the rain is getting heavier, you might have to stay the night.”
Maeva chuckled to herself and replied, “I might have to stay for round two. I want to feel the raindrops on my face whilst I suck your big dick outside.”
Mr Cane gasped. He knew she was cheeky, but she is a naughty wild girl. He announced, “If you do that, you would feel more than the raindrops on your face!”
