Can I See You After Class? Part 2 free porn video

I slunk out of school with a paranoid suspicion that someone would know what I had been doing. Even though the door was locked, even though no one could have possibly seen, it seemed like there was no way I could ever live this down. There was such an overwhelming sense of shame. I had cum in my own classroom, how could I go back there Monday know that?

I got into my car and headed for the local bar. I stayed, alone on a stool, drinking more than a few gin and tonics as I shook off some of my more sensible concerns and descended into the depth of rationalization. After all, she was eighteen, and she certainly seemed to be the instigator. I waved off any attempt at companionship, and spent my time deep in thought.

I replayed the conversation again and again in my head. Other than saying a few inappropriate things about a girl bullying her, I think it was pretty much in the clear. So she bent over in front of me? I'd seen other girls her age accidently show more (well almost), especially leaning over a desk or paper. So she talked about the sexual problems she was having? Well wasn't that my job? And if it reminded me of the times I had when I was younger... then this wasn't about me taking advantage of a teenage, I was just reliving my glory days.

I drove carefully on my way home. I didn't believe I was drunk; I could always handle my liquor and knew every cop in the town, but I couldn't handle the drama. Matt, my husband, had been working late a lot over the past few years, and it made coordinating our sex life a little more difficult. Between the odd hours, late nights, and gruesome scenes, well... it became hard to find the time and inclination. We just didn't have the energy of our twenties. I had hoped the transition to a more regular work week would help, but so far it hadn't. And tonight, like usual, Matt texted me he'd be home late.

Maybe that's why I was so desperate.

We'd tried a lot of different things, DVDs (we were old school), fetish gear (whips and chains excite me!), and even a strap-on. While not the least bit gay, my husband enjoyed all manner of ass play. We'd done roleplay, bondage, and even worn elaborate costumes. Not that I really needed more than his uniform. Instead packed away in my closet were all manner of outfits, from Princess Leia to the sexy Catholic Schoolgirl, and everything in between. I guess each helped... for a little while, but everything becomes routine with no one new.

Believe me, I'd brought up the idea of a threesome, especially early on in our relationship. Just nothing never materialized, and the fantasy never quite appealed to Matt. He would agree in principle, only if the act occurred in front of him, and he ruled out any interaction between another married couple. The idea of posting an ad on Craigslist or through some other venue just seemed appalling.

I didn't want some stranger appearing in our sex life. But none of our friends ever enjoyed anything other than a puritanically monogamous lifestyle, and the few girlfriends I kept up with from my old volleyball days seemed determined to keep every detail about our past from their overly jealous husbands.

I considered my options as I turned left on Spruce Street, passing the few dozen houses on my street. My interaction with Savannah reawakened every bisexual desire, and I considered the possibility of opening up an online account, maybe on Tinder or something a little less sketchy. After all, in 2017 could internet dating really retain the stigma it once held?

Maybe I was too absorbed in thought, or maybe I'd drank a little more than I realized. At least I had the quick reaction to slam on the brakes before hitting the girl stumbling across the street. Her hands shot out in front of her face as she blocked out my headlights.

If I'd still lived in the city instead of this ridiculously small town, I might have stayed in the car, fearing an assault from a crazy homeless person. But this was Wallowa, a town with more stoplights than criminals. I opened the door to my KIA and stepped out, my eyes adjusting to the bright headlights. It took a second, but soon enough I recognized the jet black hair.

"Savannah?"

"What? Who is it...?"

I moved a little closer before realizing the situation. The girl stood wearing only an oversized t-shirt, which barely extended to her thighs. Her beautifully pouty face looked red and puffy; clearly she had been crying. She seemed to sway a little bit as she looked at me, her eyes finally connecting with her brain.

"Miss Reese!" She yelled.

"Shhh!" I said, without realizing why. "What are you doing out here?"

"Uh..." Savannah managed.

"Get in the car..." I said with a sigh.

"It's okay, Miss Reese, I can walk, it's not far."

"Get in the car," I repeated.

"I... I don't want to get into trouble."

"Then get into the car. Because if you don't Savannah, I'm going to call my husband, Officer Reese, and ask him how to deal with someone who is drunk in public."

I tried helping her to the passenger door, but she seemed to have a good handle on walking now, almost as if the sight of her health teacher brought the eighteen-year-old girl back to reality. She got into the passenger seat and slammed the door.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"Look... Miss R... please I can't go home."

"Savannah...." I said sternly.

"Please... I don't want to get in trouble, and I promise, this will like never happen again. Just let me explain..."

I started the car and headed down the road a few miles before I pulled over to the side.

"Okay..." I said. "Explain..."

"Well... you know what we were talking about earlier...."

"Yeah..."

"I... I told Blake what you said, and that I wanted to... you know do stuff... with girls. And he said it was okay with him, as long as he got to be there. And I said okay, that was fine. So he's like, 'well what about Jennifer? She flirts with me in class, and everyone knows you like her.' And I really don't like her, I just think she's hot, but I remembered what you said about her probably just sayin' shit because she was gay too and thought it would be a good first time, and like maybe she would leave me alone."

My hand rubbed against my temples as I winced. I already had an idea where this story was going, and knew I was partially responsible for the bullshit advice I spouted at her.

"And like... I tell him he has to be the one to text her. So he does... and she says she's into it. And it's like cool and everything, except when we get to Blake's place. I usually don't drink, especially not beer, but I was sooo nervous. Then... Then... Well we got started. Everyone was naked... only... only..."

She burst into tears.

"Only neither of them paid any attention to you," I said.

She didn't stop crying, not even to nod. Without a conscious thought, I reached out to tap her on the shoulder, only to have her stretch across the seat and bury her head into my breasts. I tried not to think anything of it, I really did, but here was this gorgeous girl, nearly naked, and crying into me as I could feel through her shirt every inch of her large breasts. I was certainly not proud of becoming aroused, but it happened.

"I'm so stupid!" Savannah said.

"No... Blake's an asshole," I said.

"Please don't get me in trouble with your husband, or my parents. I just... I just need a few minutes... I'm a good girl, I don't do things like this, I swear. I swear I'll be good from now on, I swear I'll-"

"Stop," I said definitively. "Here's what's going to happen."

She perked up, knowing I held her fate in my next breath.

"I'm taking you home... to my house.." I corrected as I saw her face. "I'm going to find something that fits you, sober you up, and then drive you home in a few hours."

"Thank you, oh thank you Miss Reese," She stammered.

"Don't mention it... like, ever..."

***

I opened the front door to our house for her, helping her up the first and only step. I let her go first, and I couldn't help but notice the black t-shirt barely reached down to her thighs. I could see the upper part of her right leg had been covered in a tattoo, a line of red flowers, sprouting vines and leaves that wound a loop up and up. She bent over to take off her shoes, nearly revealing all of her ass, and I caught more than a glimpse at the white lace thong she was wearing.

I would kill for that ass. Hell, I would kill to touch that ass.

I had that thought first, only then did the other part of my brain say:

She's your student, you could get fired, and in so much more trouble. Plus she's drunk. She just needs to go home. This is wrong.

Fuck, if that didn't make it hotter.

"Why don't you lie down on the couch?" I said, getting her a pillow and blanket. "I'll make you some coffee and get some clothes."

I went off into the kitchen, leaning my head back to breathe a sigh of exasperation. I started the Keurig for Savannah, and opened a bottle of wine for myself, not even bothering to pour a glass. I put my lips to the bottle a few times and brought the mug to Savannah, before strengthening my resolve and heading to the bedroom.

I scoured my closet for nearly thirty minutes, trying to find something a teenager nearly taller than me could conceivably wear. I ended up with some horrible gym shorts and one of my husband's t-shirts before walking briskly back into the living room. I expected Savannah to be nearly asleep, instead she sat straight up, her shirt stretched out over her knees as she looked playfully up at me.

"Oh... you're still awake..." I said. "I brought some clothes."

I gestured awkwardly to the shirt and shorts I held in my right hand.

"That's okay, I don't think I need them yet."

"Maybe you should go ahead and get dressed," I insisted.

"Well... okay," She said.

In an instant, she bounced up, revealing for a single second the simple triangle hiding her pussy. Before I could react, she pulled her t-shirt off, baring her breasts for me without a second thought. I stood speechless, unable to process anything, let alone react in an appropriate way. Though significantly smaller than mine, her boobs were a lot bigger than I imagined, and yet they did not sag or droop at all.

It was almost as if they were fake except for a very gentle slope, though I knew surgery couldn't be a possibility, given her age. I stood mesmerized, too overwhelmed to even close my mouth. I didn't know how such a slender frame could support such large breasts, at least C cups. Only her nipples stood in stark contrast to the rest of her boobs, these were barely more than tiny, pink dots amidst this perfect bust. Her hands moved to her hips, and she cocked her body to one side as if to say, "Aren't these perfect?"

They were.

I also noticed, for the first time, a large tattoo running down her left bicep. Expertly illustrated was a woman with her black hair poking out a leather hat with goggles. She barely wore a flight jacket, as her breasts threaten to pop out of the leather top. She wore a small set of khaki shorts, and seemed to be riding a much smaller B-52 bomber. And now I understand why she usually wore either long sleeves or a tan bandage over her arm during class.

"Um... Savannah..."

"Yes?" She said, trying to be nonchalant as she took a few steps towards me.

"You can use one of the bedrooms to change..." I said meekly.

"Oh but I don't want to, Mrs. R..." She said, her index finger finding it's way to rest coyly in her mouth as she stood topless in front me. "Don't you want to see my breasts? I know they aren't as big as yours."

"It's not that..."

"What is it then, am I not pretty enough?" She pouted.

"No, no, you are very pretty. Exceptionally pretty. I just think it would be more... appropriate..." I managed.

"Is that what you want me to be, Miss Reese? Appropriate?" She said. "Isn't that a little boring?"

She was only inches away.

"I'm... I'm your teacher..." I said.

"I know!" Savannah said. "And doesn't that just make it hotter?"

She placed each hand under her boobs to lift them up, though the difference was barely noticeable.

"I could get into trouble..."

"I'm eighteen, Miss Reese," Savannah said. "Plus... I've been such a bad girl... drinking... trying to have a threesome... I'm not going to say anything."

I stopped, shuddering a little with excitement as I felt her naked breasts push against me, her right hand stroking my shoulder.

"Do you like my body, Miss Reese? Is it as sexy as your friends back in college? Can I kiss you like they did? Do you want to kiss my nipples? I want to see yours! Like so bad. You have such big titties, Miss Reese. Can I lick your-"

I didn't let her finish. I pulled her head down a few inches and wrapped my lips around hers. My tongue worked its way easily into her open mouth, and I felt hers, passive and unsure of itself. My hands reached first to her hips, pushing her down to the couch where I could more easily take her. She reached up, her hands almost mauling at my breasts through my shirt and bra as I worked my mouth down her neck.

"Oh God..." She said.

"You are so fucking hot, Savannah..."

"Thank you, I think you are really hot too, Miss Reese.." She said.

I worked my mouth down her nipples, watching each harden in my mouth as I used the my hand to play with the other. Despite the years that had passed, I still knew a woman's body, and it seemed easy to please this inexperienced girl. She moaned with pleasure as I gently and tenderly took a small bite at the tip of her erect nipples, my hands feeling their way across every inch of her breast.

"Oh God... Mrs. Reese..." She said.

I moved my right hand down from her breasts and into her tight little thong, reaching underneath the white lacy fabric. I could feel how wet she was, even before my fingers went beneath her pussy. Instead of trying to finger her, I only moved my index finger on her clit. I rubbed around in a clockwise circle, pushing gently down on her most sensitive part as she gasped her approval.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Oh...God... Miss Reese... It's... it's... just like I masturbate."

"Then I can do better," I said.

I pulled her panties down to her ankles, ripping the fabric a little as I spread her legs apart. Though I had guessed as much from feeling her, I was still surprised to see her pussy did not have an trace of hair around it. Delicately, I moved my lips up her legs, relished how she squirmed as I kissed the inside of her thighs. I teased around every inch of her vagina, resting at the top of her mound before finally locking eyes with her as I lowered my mouth right above her lips.

I reached my tongue out, gingerly touching her clit. She jerked away at first, then readjusted, kicking off her ruined panties to give me better access to her pussy. I pushed her down gently to the couch, her bare feet moving up to rest on the cushions, her legs spreading across as I lapped greedily at her pussy. She tasted amazing, especially as she was the first girl I'd had in my mouth in over a decade. I took my time, slowly working my tongue up and down her clit, even lapping between her lips.

"God.. oh God... Oh God..." Savannah said.

"Do you like?" I asked quickly, before burying my face again in that wonderful cunt.

"It feels so good! No one's ever done that before! Don't stop!"

I filed that for later, as I started licking in circles around her pussy. She writhed in pleasure, her hand resting gently on my head without the nerve to direct me to do anything in particular. Then I used my lips to suck on her clit, pulling it gently into my mouth, feeling her reaction as I flicked my tongue across her, my lips simultaneously moving against her pussy as I used her delicately in my mouth.

"Oh Fuck! Fuck, Miss Reese, keep going!"

I moved my lips faster and faster over her clit, drawing circles backwards and forwards with my tongue.

"Oh God, Oh god, Oh Fuck, fuck I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, please keep going. Make me cum, I'll be a good girl Miss Reese! I'll be good! Just let me cum on your face..."

"Cum for me baby..." I said quickly, before returning to her pussy.

I repeated the same position, this time with a little more force. She seemed to respond, the sudden absence only making her react harder. Her legs suddenly squeezed against my head and before they parted again, her whole body shaking as I slowed down a little, careful not to overstimulate her throbbing clit. She let out a loud gasp, and then shuddered, shaking violently, before collapsing limp onto the couch.

"Did you enjoy that?" I said, pushing up on her knees.

"Oh...yes..." She purred.

"Next time, I want you to tell me when you are cumming," I said, as my lips met her again.

"Next time?" She asked

"Oh honey, I'm not nearly done with your body yet...." I gave a sly grin.

"But... I've never... I've never cum more than once before..." She stared at me wide-eyed, giving me a look of surprised astonishment.

"And I've never had sex with a student before... so we are both doing firsts."

"If we are doing firsts... then can I see your body, Miss Reese?"

"You don't want to see my body," I protested. "Wouldn't you rather be with one of the girls your own age?"

"Not at all. Everyone at school knows you're the hottest teacher."

"Come on... that's not much of a compliment," I said.

"Well... okay then. How about this, want to know the real reason I came to your class?"

She looked intently at me with her dark brown eyes.

"Sure..." I said.

"I wanted you to fuck me. Not one of the girls in my class. Just you. Hell, I thought I did everything but throw myself at you. Didn't you see my underwear?"

"I did..."

"Didn't you want me?"

"Clearly I did..." And suddenly I heard my teacher voice.

"So get naked for me, Miss Reese! Please? I'm naked for you."

It took me longer than her, and I couldn't help but turn around as I did. But when I finally removed every inch of clothing, I turned around to see Savannah had been gawking at my heart-shaped ass, probably noticing the three anchor tattoos right above and the T-Rex above my right shoulder.

She took in my body, I'm sure noticing that my breasts, while larger, seemed actually subject to the laws of gravity. Though I'm proud to say they did not sag, even if they did descend a little (they always had), my nipples still poked straight out.

Unlike Savannah, my areolas stretched out across the tip of my breasts. I also had a dainty little barbell piercing through each nipple to draw attention to them. I had three hearts on my upper left thigh, leading up to a carefully trimmed landing strip above my pussy. I know I had gained a few pounds since being her age, and suddenly became incredibly self-conscious looking at this rail skinny teenager in front of me.

"I didn't know you had so many tattoos Miss Reese," Savannah said.

"Is that your only thought?" I asked.

"Fuck, no!" She almost giggled. "You look amazing!"

"Really?" I asked, feeling insecure.

"Of course! You are so much hotter than any of the girls at school."

'Oh, come on," I said. "I know I've gained weight since high school."

"Maybe... I didn't know you back then, but most of those girls are anorexic. The first thing to go is their tits and ass."

"Thanks... I think..."

"I'm serious... I don't want to see anyone's ribcage, and I can't imagine you looked any better at my age."

"Thanks... I kind of thought I was too old for you..."

"Oh come on, you're what, thirty maybe?"

"Thirty-six..." I admitted.

"Even more impressive," She cooed. "Most girls at our school would kill to look as good now."

"Come on..."

She shrugged.

"I know, I showered with a lot of them, and I want you... right now... the way you look right now. Just tell me what to do... I've never done this before."

"Well..." I said, blushing. "You could start at the top, and then... work your way down."

Savannah smiled seductively as she made her way slowly towards me, my eyes taking in every ounce of her flesh. Looking back into her eyes, I noticed she focused only on my body, holding a gaze that could only be described as ravenous. I don't think her eyes ever made it above my neckline, even as she embraced me.

I let her lead, and there was something charming and nostalgic in her inexperience. Her mouth seemed to almost glide over mine, never quite connecting in exactly the right way at first. Her lips pursed, and tugged, a little too hard on mine, until I pulled away a little. And God bless her, Savannah instantly understood. Her rough, sloppy, and awkward kisses became more subtle, more nuanced. She started reacting only to me, sensing when I pushed my head forward into hers, noticing when my tongue seemed to meet hers.

And suddenly, it was more than just an awkward teenage moment. She mimicked my movements, so much so that it reminded me completely of those perfect days after a match in college, sneaking into each other's hotel rooms on an away game for a little celebration. My knees weakened as she kept kissing me, and every breath started to require more and more effort. I lost track of her hands and everything else in this perfect moment.

Then she broke away, moving down to play with my breasts. Her fingers tentatively explored my piercing, as if she was afraid to hurt me.

"It's okay, you can play with them," I said.

"Did... did it hurt?"

"Only a little..." I said.

She buried her face in my tits, and I held her by the back the of head, motorboating her face back and forth. Savannah opened her mouth in surprise, and then started trying to suck on my nipples. I stopped and lingered, giving her the chance to kiss each nipple. She still explored so gently. I was used to Matt nibbling and biting, and yet there was something so adorable about those big brown eyes looking up for the first time from my hard nipples.

"Bite me..."

"What?" Savannah said, her body bent over and she looked straight up at me.

"Bite my nipples!" I begged.

She used her lips only at first, barely tugging at my flesh. I let out a moan of encouragement, but it wasn't quite enough.

"Harder..." I said.

She responded, again a little too delicately for my liking. The teenager seemed determined to play it safe, and hadn't used any of her teeth.

"It's okay, bite me harder!" I said.

And suddenly I felt her teeth.

"That's it, that's it! Bite me, make me your bitch!"

Her teeth sunk further into my flesh as my head rolled back in response. I pushed her head deeper onto my right tits, hoping for even more of that perfect mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Oh God, yes!" I moaned, my right moving down to rub my glistening clit.

"Can I eat you out, Miss Reese?"

"Oh God, fuck yes, I thought you would never ask."

I nearly threw myself down on the carpet, my legs stretching up onto the couch to allow her easy access. She got down on her hands and knees, awkwardly moving towards me with a limber sort of a grace. She had to scoot to fit, her feet pushing the couch back a few inches to make room. I looked down and saw her breasts hanging down below her neckline, in the perfect sort of naked cleavage angle. Still I could see the topside of her small, pert, and perfectly erect nipples as she moved her face down to my lips.

She wasn't the best, certainly not as good as Matt after years of marriage, and yet I found her inexperience endearing. She started licking between my lips, almost as if trying to push her tongue into my pussy. Gently, without saying anything to hurt her feelings, I grabbed her by her long dark hair, and pulled her up towards my clit. She seemed to take the hint. Savannah lapped gently at my pussy, teasing me with only periodic simulation, nowhere near enough to make me cum.

I let her go at me as long as she wanted. She tried to mirror my movements, licking circles around my clit, and even trying to use her lips to gently squeeze my pussy. During one moment, she pulled up, and I thought she might have lost interest, but she just quietly pulled a small piece of my landstrip out of her mouth, completely ignoring my concern about her tasting my pubic hair. Not caring, she dived back down, licking even faster up and down my pussy. She still didn't really know what she was doing, but Savannah made up for it with unbridled enthusiasm and untapped lust.

Only I couldn't take it much longer. I needed more and had to take her. I locked both hands around her head, pushing her face into my clit. I moved her in the direction I wanted, almost using her face to masturbate. She met every single one of my cues, adjusting into the direction, and letting me use my dominance to exert extra pressure on my pussy. And then I reached the point of no return.

"Oh God, oh fuck, oh God! Keep going Savannah, I'm going to cum! Please let me cum in your mouth."

She didn't respond, except for a few excited gurgles and moans. And then it happened. My thighs locked around her head, catching her in almost a vice grip to keep her mouth on my pussy. My hips bucked up and down against her, almost as if I was fucking her tongue like my husband's cock. I screamed.

"OH! FUCK! YES!"

And then whimpered as my body turned to putty in her arms. I let go of her head, my arms falling back like angel wings against the carpet. My head rolled to the side, and I closed my eyes in perfect contentment, even as I already started to feel my lips start to tingle again with excitement.

I rolled over onto my left side, only to feel her arms around my shoulders, her hand grasping as my breasts. We spooned like this, naked on the floor, cuddling in each other's arms, oblivious to the rest of the world. I could have stayed like this forever, but I knew I only had a few more hours until my husband got home.

"Are you ready for more?" I asked.

"There can be more?" Savannah asked innocently.

"Sure... why not?"

"I mean... I like, have never cum more than once before. It's... just usually so tingly afterwards, and I get so tired."

"Are you tired now?"

"Fuck no! Eat me again, Miss Reese."

"Savannah... you've seen me naked, and made me cum... I think you can call me Danni now." I teased.

"Okay... Danni... eat my pussy!"

"Actually... I've got something else in mind...."

"Ooooh, and what's that?"

"Can I surprise you?"

Savannah nodded.

"Let's go to my bedroom."

***

I put Savannah on her hands and knees in a doggie-style position on the bed and asked her to close her eyes while I rummaged through the closet for my strap-on. The harness always took a few second to adjust perfectly, so that the purple, veiny dildo didn't accidently slip out and down my legs. It wasn't too large, maybe eight inches, if I remember the long discarded box. I washed it thoroughly in the master bathroom and then positioned myself behind her.

My hands rubbed up and down her beautiful, big ass, and again I found myself immensely jealous of her teenage body. I spread her cheeks apart to gaze down on her tiny, little rosebud, deciding to save her anal virginity for another day. Her bubble butt wiggled with excitement, not knowing exactly what would come next as I put lube on my fingers and slid the first two inside of her.

She moaned, perhaps unready for this intrusion, but soon I found the girl fucking back on my fingers. I spread each digit out, carefully opening her tight, almost virginal hole for the much bigger toy strapped around my waist. Playfully, I slapped the silicone dildo against her ass, feeling her response with a low moan of anticipation.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you Savannah?"

"You're going to fuck me Miss Reese..." She cooed.

"You can call me Danni..."

"I will sometimes, just like, not right now. Right now I want to be your sexy, slutty student. I want you teach me Miss Reese. Is that okay? Are you turned on that I'm in your class? That you've looked at me every day, all year, thinking about fucking me?"

"Fuck..." I said, positioning my strap-on, it's large head now rubbing back and forth against her sex. "Dear God it does, and I'm going to teach you to be my dirty little slut."

"Then do me, do me Miss- UHGG!"

Her words were cut off as I plunged the head of my cock into her willing hole. At first, her lips seemed to push back against me, even as I aimed the permanently hard member into her opening. She was so tight, and it took a little more effort to simply stretch her wide enough to accommodate that oversized head.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! It's too big Mrs. Reese!" She pleaded, almost to the point of tears.

"I know, I know baby, but we are past the worst part. Let me teach you. Are you rubbing your clit?"

"No..." She said.

"Here... let me."

And with some adjustment, I positioned my hand so as to let my fingers rub gently against her pussy. Instead of slamming into her (as I imagine her boyfriend did), I slowly inched the toy forward, giving her time to get used to the sensation. As I moved forward, I heard the low grunts of pain, but also light moans of pleasure. I knew taking out the toy would only make putting the larger head back in all the worse. So I patiently moved inside her, in the way that a woman can when her pleasure is put on pause for the girl she is fucking.

"Better?" I asked, hearing her moans. "Tell me if I need to stop."

"So much better... just... just go slow. It's so big.

"I want you to rub yourself."

"Yes, Miss Reese," She said, as her fingers moved mine away.

I started to slap her perfectly ass, then struck her more gently as I moved a little faster inside her. The intensity only seemed to inspire her.

"Do you like it a little rough Savannah?"

"Yes..." She said.

And without a moment's hesitation, I wrapped my fingers around her long, jet black hair. Even as disheveled as both of us looked, it was still easy to clutch a fistful of her gorgeous mane. My hips grinded against her, leaving every inch of the dildo deep inside her as she furiously rubbed up and down her pussy.

"Oh harder..."

"Where?" I asked.

"Anywhere... Slap my ass, pull my hair, pound my pussy, anything you want to do. I'm your slut Miss Reese."

I doubled my speed, yanking hard on her hair as I pistoned my cock in and out of her pussy. A few times, I even pulled out all the way, only to find her hole gaping wide and ready for me. She moved back against me with almost as much force, determined to put every inch inside her tight, slender body. Her pussy seemed to open up in front of me, and whenever I pulled back, I could see just how wide she stretched, and just how stuffed she was.

"Do you like this?"

"Oh god, yes!" She moaned before screaming in ecstasy.

I could see from behind the side of her large breasts slapping back and forth against her body before she buried her head in a pillow in front of her, biting down on the fabric to keep from screaming loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. Her body seemed to wiggle close to mine, only to move away quickly as I pounded into her tight, little hole, filling her up more than any man.

"Do you want to cum?"

I sensed she was close.

"Yes..." She said meekly.

"I can't hear you!" I yelled, deliberately and slowly pulling back to really pound her pussy hard with one long stroke.

"YES, MISS REESE! I WANT TO CUM!"

"Beg for me then... I don't want to hear you cum without permission, and you need to tell me when you do it."

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh god, I'm so close. I need it, I need it so bad."

"What do you need?"

She couldn't answer, her face went back into the pillow as I rammed into her again.

"What do you need? Ask, or you won't get it."

"I need to cum! I need to cum sooo bad."

"And what kind of girls need to cum?"

"Sluts! Only sluts need to cum like this!"

"So what are you?"

"I'm your slut, Miss Reese."

"More..." I said, pushing her closer and closer.

"I'm a dirty, little lesbian slut."

"And who do you belong to?"

"I'm your dirty, little teenage slut, Miss Reese. You can use my body for whatever you want."

"Are you going to cum?"

"Only... only if you let me..."

"Such a good student... you can cum, Savannah."

And that was all it took. I felt her legs shaking against mine, her whole body writhing as the orgasm overtook her. Even then, I told her what to do.

"Tell me what you are doing my little slut?"

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard Danni, all over your big cock!"

She shuddered, her head again collapsing onto the pillow.

"And what do you say?"

I slowed down as she finished, and then watched her turn those beautiful brown eyes around.

"Thank you for letting me cum..." She said, her body still radiating pleasure

***

I lost track of time fucking her. I knew that I immediately needed a break. My knees felt raw from pounding into the bed. It had been a good decade since I'd fucked a girl and didn't know how it had been so easily.

So we cuddled for a minute, then switched to her on top. I reached up and used both of her tits as leverage, taking turns tweaking each those tiny nipples. I even grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her all the way down on the strap-on until I felt her pussy rubbing against mine even between the harness.

She came... over and over again. The first time, I held my hands around her throat, forcing her deeper and deeper down on the dildo as she bucked back against my hips. Another time, I grabbed her by the ass, spreading her cheeks so that I could glide my finger gently over her smaller hole. I watched her perfectly sized tits bouncing up and down freely as I pulled her close to me, her lips meeting mine as I fucked her.

Our breasts rubbed together as I held her, feeling her shoulder bones beneath the skin as I pushed Savannah closer and closer to me. I bit down playfully on her shoulders, eliciting this most incredible moan, then kissed her all the way up to her earlobe, causing her neck to crane to the left. At this angle, she could barely take every inch, and yet she came even harder, again begging me for permission (this time without me bothering to ask) and again wanting to thank me for every ounce of pleasure.

Then I was on top of her, missionary style, passionately kissing every inch of her body. I worked myself in her slowly, looking lovingly into her dark eyes as I gently worked out every inch of pleasure from her softly throbbing lips. She had learned now to rub herself, and I could sense by her shallow breathing that again Savannah was approaching another orgasm.

"Can I -"

I put a finger to her lips as I labored with the dildo on top of her. Sweat seemed to be dripping off every inch of my body as I pushed her again past the brink. I could barely keep my hips moving, and yet, I wanted one more. I wanted to bring this stunning teenage girl to a loving conclusion, even knowing her to be just as kinky as me.

"I want this one to be sweet..."

She beamed up at me.

"I love your body, Danni," Savannah said.

"I'm attracted to more about you than just your body. It feels like there's a bigger connection here. You are not the average student..."

"You aren't the average teacher... and not just because you're inside of me."

We both shared a laugh at this, even as I continued to softly fuck her.

"I'm really close Danni..."

"I want to watch you cum again," I said. "You look so beautiful when you cum."

I kissed down her neck and grabbed her left breast, pushing her finally over the edge. Her nails dug deeply into my back, leaving red marks as her whole body vibrated underneath me. She looked back up at me, her neck lifting up so that I could kiss her lips. It was like the full body make-out from before, only with each of us completely intertwined from head to toe. I stroked her hair softly, and we each took turns whispering sweet nothings to each other before I pulled out.

"Can I give you another turn?" Savannah asked as she lay cuddled against my breasts.

"Whenever you would like," I said. "I hope you don't feel taken advantage of Savannah, this really wasn't intentional... but now that has happened... I really want to be with you again and again. I guess I understand though.. If you want to be with someone closer to your own age."

"Oh screw that!" She said decisively. "I am going to fuck you every chance I get."

I laughed hard at this.

"But I meant can I fuck you again right now?" She said. "You only got to cum once, and I want to see it again. I'd love a turn with the strap-on."

"Hold on..." I said, the wheels turning in my head. "I've got another fun idea."

"Oooo... what is it?"

"Be patient..."

A friend of mine had a bachelorette party in Portland next month, and just for fun, I had ordered a double-sided dildo, you know the kind of oversized prop intended to get a good chuckle out of all the other girls as they open things like lingerie and body chocolate. Not that I gave two shits about being the clown now. I ripped through the overdone plastic packaging like a cat in heat, then ran back to the bedroom, wielding the massive twelve-inch tool like a magical sword thrown at me from the Lady in the Lake.

Her eyes widened as she saw the giant, flopping sex toy in my hand.

"Oh wow... will that even fit?"

"I hope so, we just have to go gentle."

"Let's try and cum together, I think it would be cool if it did," Savannah said.

"Okay... but that doesn't happen as often as you think."

She smiled at me.

"I don't care. If it doesn't, we can just keep trying."

I laid her down first, her legs spread apart showing me every inch of that smooth hole. I gently pushed the head of one side into the her wide open pussy, and she gave little resistance, letting loose a slight moan. It entered easily enough, her tight lips spreading easily after so much attention.

"Oh wow, I never thought something that big could ever fit in me..."

"I know baby."

I scooted up next to her, my legs slowly scrunching up between her until I managed to lift both feet up past her waist, so as to get even closer. I reached down and adjusted the bendy middle to put the other cockhead up against my pussy. It took some adjusting to make it feel just right, but eventually I found the right angle. My lips spread almost perfectly apart, easily accommodating the massive girth once the large head slipped past. I used both hands almost like a rope to edge myself closer and closer to my teenager lover.

She looked like she was in ecstasy... her dark hair in several different strands, falling all over her face as she tried to take in a few more inches. I had most of the length already inside of me, and could feel myself reaching my limit. So instead of pushing her further, I simply used my hands to moved the giant toy back and forth between us. She whimpered a little, then Savannah remembered to rub her clit, and was soon moaning with me in pleasure.

"Jesus, that's big," I grunted.

"It feels so good though," said Savannah. "And I get to see you in pleasure at the same time. I just love your pussy Danni."

I grabbed her just below the knee, using her calves to push us closer and closer together. The double-sided dildo never quite fit all the way into both of us, but it was more than enough to be exciting. Our moans became a loud crescendo, with each of us encouraging the other's enjoyment. Maybe because I had most of the control, or maybe since I hadn't cum in nearly an hour, either way I found myself nearing my own climax fairly early. I tried to speak, found that I couldn't manage more than a few inaudible sounds, and then tried again.

"Jesus... Savannah.. I'm going to cum..." I said through clenched teeth.

"Don't you dare cum, Miss Reese. Don't you dare be such a naughty slut! Wait until you have my permission."

I cocked my head, so surprised to hear these words, my words from this delicate, shy student who stood in my office only a few hours before, wondering if she was even gay. Now, this crazy hot teenager and I were sharing a dildo while she told me when I could cum. It was too much...

My legs started to shake, my whole pussy tingling with expectation. I tried my best to hold back, biting my lip as I started to lose control. I gave out a loud moan.

"Don't cum yet... I'm almost there, don't cum yet, Miss Reese..."

I tried to stop the toy, but Savannah had taken over the dominant role, using her hands to grasp the middle of the dildo and work the end into each hole. The loss of control sent me over the edge, the waves of built up pleasure coursing through every inch of my body. My neck arched back, only to have my rest of my body follow. My thighs shook almost violently, and I tried to pull back a second, only to feel Savannah pound me even hard.

"Oh God, oh god, slow down, I'm cumming!"

She switched positions, rising up to her knees while keeping the toy inside her to get better leverage against my still throbbing body.

"I'm so close!"

"Slow down! Please... it's so sensitive... "

"I'm nearly there... OH FUCK!!" Savannah said. "I'm cumming..."

She almost stopped mid-stroke, the long, twelve inch dildo now almost completely inside us both as she pulled my legs closer to her. I didn't know if I was cumming again, or just still in the throes of the first one, but I gave another loud cry of ecstasy. Savannah seemed overwhelmed for words as her eyes rolled back into her head, and finally, her body stopped gyrating against mine. I ran my hands up her arms to steady her as she shook on top of me, her open mouth managing a seductively smile of contentment. I pushed myself up and I kissed her in that last moment of lingering passion.

***

"Hey Danni, I'm sorry, I - " Matt started as he came through the front door.

"SHHHHH!" I said, as I greeted him, wearing only a white satin robe.

"Wait... what... who is that?" He said, pointing at the couch, where Savannah slept peacefully.

"Come into the bedroom," I said.

Reluctantly, he followed me.

"I nearly hit her on the drive home," I said. "She and her boyfriend broke up, I think. And she had a few drinks -"

"Fuck Danni, you are smarter than this. You could get into a lot of trouble."

"I know, I know," I said. "But she's eighteen. It's not like we didn't do the exact same thing. Plus she had like no clothes on. What was I supposed to do? Leave her on her parents' doorstep like that? What would they have thought?"

"Yeah... I guess..." He said.

"She's supposed to be spending the night at a girlfriend's house. Really, she's a good kid. And I talked with her, I'm sure she learned a lesson."

"Okay, take her home then, first thing in the morning. But Danni, no more entertaining naked teenage girls in our house. I don't want this to become a pattern."

Of course, already I knew it would be.

To be continued...