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My English Teacher and I

My teacher and I finally act out our long felt desire.
I hurried down the hall. I couldn’t believe I’d almost forgotten to stop by Ms. Thorn’s class after school. My family was vacationing for the next week and my sister had asked me to swing by and grab her work from Ms. Thorn, as she hadn’t had it ready for her earlier in the day. My sister was a cheerleader and had to leave school earlier to cheer at a sporting event.

As I walked down the hall, I thought about Ms. Thorn. She had taught me two years prior and there wasn’t a day that went by I didn’t fantasize about her. She had long perfect legs that were often displayed underneath a pencil skirt of some sort. Her breasts were perfect. Large enough that she had plenty of cleavage, but not too big. She was only in her early twenties as this was her first teaching gig out of college. She was flirty enough but also aware of the boundaries between her students and herself. I had always thought she lingered a little longer at my desk, but what hormonal sixteen year old doesn’t think every girl is attracted to him.

I had definitely changed since then. I was eighteen now. I was on both the football and basketball teams and at 6’3” with a good physique, I got my fair share of attention. I’d probably put on good twenty pounds of muscle since I last saw her.

I was at her door. As I opened in and stepped into the class, she was leaning over her desk looking at some papers. Her back was to me and I took in her perfect legs and ass. She slowly turned and after recognition set in a smile crept onto her face.

“John, so good to see you!”

I nodded, “You too Ms. Thorn.”

“Oh please, it’s Rebecca.” Quickly realizing why I was there she continued, “Let me grab that paperwork for Rachel. You guys going anywhere fun on vacation?”

“Just up to our summer house in Maine,” I replied.

We continued the small talk for the next five minutes as she continued gathering up my sister’s work. I kept an attentive eye, catching a glimpse of her breasts as often as I could, while still getting a good view of her ass. She was more beautiful than I had remembered. Her long blond hair hung down just to her shoulder blades. As she stood bent over her desk she kept raising her right foot and letting is rub against the back of her other leg.

She turned and walked towards me with a stack of papers. As she went to hand them to me, she hesitated. “I’m sorry, I thought I had a copy of one of the assignments here, but I must have left it at home. I only live about five minutes away. I could run and grab it real quick and meet you back here in ten to fifteen minutes. Would that work?”

“That’s fine,” I responded. “Or, I could just follow you and grab it on my way home.”

She smiled and nodded in agreement. “That actually works great; I’m done here for the day. I’ll just grab my things and we will head out.”

I followed her and pulled up outside her house. It was a modest house, but very nice and well kept. She pulled her car in her driveway and walked back towards me. I rolled down my window as she leaned down. I could see straight down her shirt to her beautiful tits. “It will take me a minute to find it. Do you want to come in and wait?”

“Sure.” I didn’t hesitate. If this prolonged my interaction with Rebecca then I was up for it.

As we entered her house, she set down her bag and books and kicked off her shoes. She dropped a good three inches and now I felt like I was towering over her. She asked if I wanted a drink of water and began walking down a hall towards what I assumed was her kitchen.

“Yes, please,” I responded.

“You can have a seat in there,” she said waiving her hand towards a sitting room off the main entryway.

I sat down and took in the surroundings. She had a large table in the dining room across from the sitting room. It had stacks of papers all over it. I assume graded and ungraded assignments. I could hear the soft pad of her feet as she came back down the hall.

She handed me a glass of water and then sat down on the couch next to me, curling her legs up to her side as she sat. “So, are you still as attracted to me now as you were two years ago?”

I nearly chocked on my water. “Pretty much,” I replied not knowing how else to respond to such a bold question.

She continued, “Don’t be embarrassed. I have to say I’m more attracted to you now then I was then.”

Stunned I looked over at her. She had a sly smile on and her right hand was gently rubbing across her upper chest. She stared into my eyes, without looking away, slowly slid her hand inside her shirt, and gently cupped her breast.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. She pulled her hand out and started to undo her buttons one by one, while maintaining eye contact with me. I broke our eye contact as her shirt began to fall open. Her breasts were heaving gently with each breath she took. I couldn’t move. I wanted to but I didn’t dare. I didn’t want to ruin what was happening.

She smiled and stood. Reaching behind her, she let the shirt fall from her shoulders to the ground. I motioned to stand, wanting to touch her. She gently pushed my shoulders down, telling me to sit.

She dropped to her knees, kneeling in front of me as she leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t a gentle peck; it was a hard, deliberate kiss, her tongue searching for mine. I reached my hands forward and cupped her tits from the side. She moaned softly. I reached behind her as our tongues and mouths continued to work on each other.

I pulled her clasp, in a controlled motion brought the sides of her bra forward, and gently pulled away from her body. Her tits were perfect, hanging there waiting for me to grab and suck them. My cock was straining against my pants. She leaned back, breaking our kiss as her hands traced up her body. She grabbed her tits and while looking at me, bit her lip as she rubbed her hands up and down.

I leaned forward wanting to touch her as she put a hand on my chest and pushed me against the sofa. She quickly grabbed my belt and pants and undid them. My cock had a little more room. She reached behind me, pulled my pants away, and down until they were at my ankles. She slowly grabbed my cock that was still concealed under my boxers. I let out a soft groan. Looking at her face, she bit her lip as her eyes filled with lust. Her hands quickly slipped my boxers down to my ankles and my cock sprang from its prison. It’s unveiling didn’t go unnoticed to her as she smiled and took it in her hands.

Gently stroking she looked up at me while leaning forward and took me into her mouth. She quickly began sucking, alternating between deep and shallow thrusts. Her tongue was working feverishly. She slid closer, causing her breasts to rest on my legs. I moaned as she stared up at me, sliding my cock slowly in and out of her mouth. She slowly pulled away and letting my cock fall out and smack her on her chest.

She reached to her sides and gently grabbing her tits formed a mold around by cock. She teasingly slid them up and down my shaft, moaning as my cock would emerge from between them, only to slide back down.

She looked up at me, “Do you want to come in my mouth or on my tits?”

How could I choose? I said, “Mouth.”

“Then stand up and fuck my mouth.”

I stood as she turned to face me and grabbing my cock brought me back into her mouth. She moaned as I slid in and out. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved myself down her throat. Her eyes widened as my cock touched the back of her throat. I pulled out.

She moaned, “Fuck me with that cock. Put it in my mouth and don’t stop until you cum.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved forward as she grabbed my cock and guided it in. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth as her tongue worked around my shaft. I pushed in as far as I could and felt my orgasm build. She reached around and grabbed my ass pulling me into her as my cum filled her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, however, some spilled out and onto her tits.

I fell back onto the sofa. “Well I guess you came in my mouth and on my tits,” she smiled as she scooped up my cum from her tits and licked it.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I reached for my jeans, thinking I would put them back on.

“What are you doing? We’re not done. That was just getting things started. I’ve wanted you to fuck my pussy for so long; you’re not getting off that easy.”

To be continued…

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