The Disgraced Teacher
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She came in wearing an Old Navy sweater--white, thin, tight--in all the right places, and a checkered skirt with flip-flops. It was an unusual ensemble for Indiana in the winter, but I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t Indiana. It was Florida. Brighton Peg, Florida at that. I had moved here four months ago for this teaching job at the University of Bri-Peg. Going from teaching second grade to college freshman was a change, but the pay was better, and a guy has to make ends meat somehow.
She sat in the third row, seat twenty-two. Vanessa Clarkton. She was the hung over her shoulders naturally and emerald green eyes. She was shorter than me, but only by an inch or two, and had a super model body. I had often fantasized about her outside of the classroom walls, and sometimes, even in.
“Alright, take out your notes from last night and turn them in,” I said once the noisy class had settled down.
“Um…Professor Lunkes?” Vanessa said, raising her small, manicured hand.
“Yes, Miss Clarkton?”
“My notes are back in my locker. Would it be all right if I turned them in after school?” she asked quietly. It was very unlike her to leave her stuff behind, so, just this once, I allowed it. She flashed me her radiant smile, which I returned, and began the lesson. She worked diligently the rest of the period.
“Prof. Lunkes, here are my notes. I’m really sorry about leaving them behind. I don’t know where my head was,” she apologized, placing the neat stack of paper on the other un-tidy stack.
I looked up at her over my wire-framed glasses. She smiled at me, tugging on her sweater, the silhouette of erect nipples trying to break through.
“Um…yeah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Don’t let it happen again,” I said sternly, and then smiled.
She smiled back. “So,” she started, sitting down on the edge of one of the desks in front of mine. “You just celebrated your 25th birthday, right?”
I took my glasses off, and then leaned back in my chair, my arms across my light blue, button up dress shirt.
“And how did you know that?”
She shrugged and smiled, pulling her thick hair to one side. “Daddy told me.”
Daddy. So school girl, yet hot in the same manner. It was innocence spoken from a sexual goddess.
“And do you know all of the little secrets about all of the teachers from your ‘daddy’?” I asked mockingly. Vanessa jumped off the desk and walked to the door quickly. “Um…see ya tomorrow,” I said after her. She closed the door and locked it.
She walked towards me slowly. “I didn’t say I was leaving. And, to answer your question, yes, I know all the secrets about the teachers here. Besides the dark ones,” she said, spinning me around towards her.
Her face was right in mine. Her glossy, full, kissable lips smelled of strawberries. Her dark eyes looked into mine. My brown eyes traveled down the line of her v-neck sweater, glazing at her full cleavage caused by her adult chest.
“I don’t think teachers have dark secrets,” I said gently.
“None?” she asked slowly.
“None that I’m liable to discuss with you at least,” I replied.
She sat on my lap, her thin arms around my neck. “Why not? I won’t tell daddy, I promise,” she whispered into my ear innocently before licking the outer edge with the tip of her tongue.
“It doesn’t matter who you tell,” I replied shakily, my penis tightening against my slacks. “I can’t tell you.”
Without hesitation, she pressed her gentle lips to mine, kissing me deeply, her tongue swimming in my mouth. At first, I was reluctant. This was not only the dean’s daughter, but my student as well. If anyone found out—
It didn’t matter. Her kisses were tantalizing and left me wanting more than I had thought I wanted. “Touch me Kevin,” she pleaded, taking my hand and placing in on her thigh. It was weird hearing her call me Kevin. In my mind it gave me less power than I wanted to have. I wanted to conquer her. “Tell me your darkest desires.”
My hand traveled up her soft leg slowly, disappearing under her skirt like a street-thief into the purse of an unknowing victim. My fingertips hit the crotch of panties, slightly drenched already.
“You really wanna know?” I asked, stopping all ties between our lips.
She nodded and sat on the edge of my desk, legs open, giving me full view of her, what I now discovered, were pink-laced underwear. “Tell me,” she said, one hand caressing her thigh, the other one holding on to the edge of my desk.
“Well,” I started. “One involves you. Pretty much this same scenario. I’ve had countless fantasies about you, about me, about us, becoming one and keeping our dirty little ordeal a secret.”
“What do you do in these ‘fantasies?” she asked, pulling her skirt up over the middle of her thigh. “Please me? Make me cum? Make me scream your name while you pound my naughty little pussy?” she asked. There was a teasing in her voice, like her pride rested on my very answer.
“Don’t actions speak louder than words?” I asked, pushing her legs open wider. She leaned back as if urging me on. I was eager and willing to submit to my desires and her pleads.
I ran my tongue up the inside of her thighs, switching between each one. She cooed from somewhere deep inside of her, like a steamer alerting an oncoming island. I pushed into her and kissed her passionately, like it was our last moment together. My hand ventured down her body then up the insides of her legs while our lips were engaged in a furious lock. My middle finger prodded in between her pussy lips, massaging her clit from outside of her under garments. She grabbed my arm gently as I continued to toy with her, causing her to moan softly, her eyes closing, her head rolling back. I could feel her sexual juices producing, more and more as each passing second ticked away. My finger became damper as her moans became deeper.
I stuck my finger in my mouth, the taste lingering on my tongue for an instant before dripping down my throat, filling me with an unexplainable desire. It was as if I needed more, my stomach begging for it. I pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, papers fluttering to the floor abandoned. I pulled her skirt up all the way, only to pull it all the way off microseconds later. She lifted her pre-adult ass off the desk as she pushed her moist panties off, throwing those into the pile with her pleated kilt.
I sat in my chair and pulled myself close to her, the perfect length away from her sapping vagina. She was shaved, and freshly. The lips were smooth against my lips. I only felt them for a moment before she pulled them apart with her hand. I looked up at her and she looked down at me, biting her lip innocently. It drove me love box, my tongue raging wildly against her tenderly aroused clit.
“Oh, god yes,” she cooed as my tongue glided from her vagina to the top of her clit, then back down, over and over again. She tasted wet cunt slowly. She moaned loudly, her hips pushing forward, guiding me in. “Mmm…that feels so good,” she acknowledged, letting me know I was doing what I should be.
As my tongue continued to beat against her throbbing clit, my fingers probed in and out of her cunt, her thick juices running into the palm of my hand. Her hips rocked slowly, her pussy against my palm, her smooth muff humping my face. I could feel her g-spot under the tips of my long, thick fingers. It was throbbing, alerting me of the nearing orgasm.
“God, I’m going to cum,” she announced. Her moans were now throat tight screams, pushing out of her sexually aroused body.
I stopped all action. She looked at me confused, almost hurt. “W…What are you doing?”
I undid my dress pants, and kicked them off, my women perfectly and brought them to amazing orgasms.
She looked at my cock and smiled at me, taking it in her free hand, holding her wet pussy open with the other. I pushed it into her slowly, the muscles tightening around me, pulling me in. I thrusted deeply once. She moaned gently. I thrusted again. She moaned loudly. Pulling all the way out, I rammed my cock into her young body. She clawed at my back. Leaning her head back, she let out a scream, followed by several loud moans as she came. Her body jerked and held my penis captive until her small orgasm was complete.
“Oh, my god,” she moaned softly as I pulled out gently.
“You think I’m done?” I asked, smiling evilly at her.
She looked at me and raised one of her manicured eyebrows at me. “Um…no?”
“Get off my desk,” I demanded, the authority coming back into my voice.
She hopped off my desk, a faint glow of her juices on the polished mahogany.
“Take off your shirt,” I said casually yet firmly, sitting down in my desk chair.
She looked at me stone faced and flung her hair to one side. Slowly, her delicate fingers wrapped around the bottom of her sweater. First, her toned stomach was revealed, a small ring dangling from her belly button. Then, the bottom of her naked breasts peaked out. She pulled her shirt off the rest of the wall, divulging her full, adult chest, hard pink nipples standing on end.
She dropped her shirt in the pile of our stripped clothes and looked at me, waiting for the next command.
“Turn around,” I said after pondering what I wanted to do next. She obeyed. I stood up and stood behind her. “Now bend over.”
She did, her round ass looking back at me. I smacked it once; it stung slightly. She giggled. “I feel like a slut.”
“Do you like feeling like a slut?” I asked, half concerned.
She shook her ass, pushing it towards me. “I like being fucked like a slut.”
Her lips were pink and swollen, glazed with her succulent juices. I grabbed my cock firmly and teased her clit with the head. “Mmm…I like that,” she whispered as she started sliding back and forth gently. She continued to sigh as my dick massaged her already aroused clit. “Just fuck me, please,” she begged sadly, as if she were going to cry.
I complied, driving my dick into her quickly, unexpectedly. She moaned, pushing into me. I began diving deep into her, quickly, flawlessly. She was well lubricated, and her tight pussy felt good around my rod.
“Harder,” she said, moments into it. I obeyed. Like a fired up piston, I worked fiercely from behind her. I grabbed onto her hips as she met my deep thrusts. I moaned. She moaned. It was as if we were dueling to outdo the sexual feelings we were creating for each other. My strokes became harder and faster as my dick swelled up inside of her. “Faster!” she cried between loud screams and moans. “Oh god. Yes. Fuck me Kevin. Make me cum.”
I complied happily as I pounded her wet, hot pussy from behind. We fucked hard, as if we were trying to prove a point to each other. In an instant she yelled out and arched her back up high as I thrust into her as deep and as fast as I could. She seemed to alternate between loud groans of pleasure and whimpering "oh god”. A wanton slurping was heard as my dick pushed in and out of her roughly. I could feel her muscles contracting repeatedly around my filled genital.
“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” she announced yet again.
“Me…too.”
“Cum with me then,” she begged as I pounded her faster and harder with the rest of the energy I had in my body.
A few hard thrusts and grunts later, our bodies climaxed together and released all the sexual torture that had built up. My cock jerked inside of her as I pumped my hot cum deep into her throbbing vagina. She threw her body up against me as she came instants later, her hot juices rushing around my penis.
I pulled out slowly, our combined lusts running down our lower crevices.
“God, that was amazing Professor Lunkes. Did it fulfill your fantasies?” she asked as she put her shirt back on.
I nodded. “I think it was better than my fantasies.” I pulled my pants back on and redid them.
She zipped her skirt up and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She picked up her laced underwear and wiped her wet crotch. Smiling, she handed me the panties. “Have a good weekend,” she said cockily.
“Thanks, you too,” I said, stuffing the undergarments into the back of my bottom drawer. She looked into my eyes and zipped my pants for me.
“See ya,” she yelled over her shoulder as she unlocked my room door and opened it. She looked over her shoulder, blew me a kiss, and then disappeared into the hall.
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