Teaching Mr. Terrance - An Erotic Tale...

 Teaching Mr. Terrance - An Erotic Tale...

I always thought I was going to be an English teacher. I even did a semester of student teaching...AND I got an A! But I can't help but wonder sometimes if that was because I earned it grading high school essays about "Why Ms. Simms Is The Best Teacher Ever" written by students who thought I was "cool"...or if it was because I was fucking their "real" teacher...

Or, better yet, he was fucking me. I didn't start it though. At least, I didn't make the first move. Does that count? Would it hold up in court? We were both adults and with the exception of ethics, there wasn't really anything wrong with what we were doing. But it felt wrong. It felt so very wrong, and maybe that's why it felt so damn good.

Mr. Bailey -- his name was actually Terrance, believe it or not -- was a hot young teacher, and all the girls had crushes on him. I couldn't blame them. He was in his late twenties, with a short cut and sexy eyes that radiated heat whenever he looked at me. He was charming and cocky and loved to crack silly jokes with the kids that bordered on inappropriate. I would always find myself trying him when we were alone, trying to tempt him into being “inappropriate” with me.

And one day...he was. We were both staying late, completing progress reports, which involved a dizzying amount of sharpening No. 2 pencils so we could fill in the correct circles on computerized forms. We talked about the kids, we talked about our lives -- he wasn't married and was in between girlfriends... YESSSSSSSS! There had been plenty of flirting and innuendo between us and I think we both knew what we wanted. The question was...would we ever take it there?

It was just a subtle shift. I uncrossed and crossed my legs in the soft, respectable-length gray skirt I was wearing, hanging one heel off the edge of my bare foot and rolling my neck.

"Tired Lisa?" he asked, putting down his pencil.

I nodded, yawning and stretching, feeling my blouse pull out of the waistband of my skirt a little. "But it could be worse. Most teachers make their student-teachers do all the drudge work like this. At least you help with that part...and you let me do the fun stuff, too!"

He smiled... God that smile! Then he stretched, too. "The fun stuff is the best part. I wouldn't exclude you from that."

"I appreciate it. I can’t wait to see what fun awaits us..." I said exactly what I meant. I think he knew it. Without saying anything, he came and stood behind me, sliding his big hands over my shoulders and squeezing. I groaned and rolled my neck back, unable to resist. "God, that feels good!"

"Does it?" He said it like a question, but it wasn't one. He knew. His fingers kneaded my muscles and I relaxed back against him, feeling the hard muscles of his abs, his belt buckle. I think I knew what was going to happen, and my body was tingling with anticipation. I moaned softly, and the room sounded like sex long before I was actually bent over the progress reports in front of us.

When his hand slid down to unbutton the top button of my blouse, I didn't object. In fact, I made a point of arching my back, showing him just how eager I was. And baby, I was. His hands moved under my bra, kneading my breasts the same way they'd massaged my shoulders, making me squirm in the chair. I tilted my head back to look up at him and that's when he leaned in to kiss me, his mouth hungry on mine, sucking my tongue immediately in.

"Oh, yes..." I whispered against his mouth when one of his hands slid down, cupping my pussy through my skirt. He rubbed me like that for a while as we kissed, pinching my nipple, making me writhe against him. At first, I worried about getting caught...a custodian coming in maybe? But as things progressed, I forgot all about anything but the sensation, the feel of him against me and my desire for more.

He pulled me out of the chair and we were locked together for a moment, our clothes a nuisance as we rubbed our bodies against one another, each of us looking for a way in. He pulled my skirt up, cupping my ass in both hands as I fumbled with his belt, too distracted by the way he was spreading my ass cheeks to make any progress.

"Let me," he said.

And I did. He turned me around and bent me over the desk, shoving my skirt up over my hips and pulling down my thong. I wasn't wearing any stockings...although I shoulda been...and when his fingers slid inside of me, I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure. He groaned as my muscles clenched over his pumping fingers and leaned in to kiss my pussy, sitting in the chair behind me and shoving his face between my legs.

"Oh!" That was all I could say, over and over and over. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I rocked back against his tongue as it lashed between my wet, naked slit. He found my clit and stayed there, eating me with such a nasty hunger my body trembled with the force of it. It didn't take me long to cum in his mouth. I warned him softly, still aware that what we were doing could get us both in very big trouble, "Terrance, you're gonna make me cum...."

He just made a soft, eager noise in his throat, licking me faster, pressing me toward climax, and I gave him just what he wanted, shuddering on the desk as I came, spreading my legs wide and shoving my pussy against his face as my orgasm shook through me. I was still recovering when he stood up behind me and unbuckled his belt. Just the sound made me pant and quiver with lust and I turned to look at him over my shoulder, to see what I might expect, and was happily surprised at the thick length of him as he shuttled his hand up and down his stiff dick before positioning himself behind me.

He didn't ask, because he didn't have to! I reached back with both hands to spread myself for him as an offering, making him gasp as he let the head of his dick disappear between my pussy lips. He grabbed onto my hips to pull me in, driving himself deep and I took every bit of him, going up even further on my toes in my heels. I glanced at the door, giving another thought to the danger of the moment, but then he pulled back and began to really fuck me and all thought escaped me.

“Oh shit!” I gasped, giving in to the thick slide of his dick, my pussy still fluttering a little from my climax. I was wet and ready for him and I grabbed back and hung onto his wrists as he began to drive me forward onto the desk. I could feel his fingers clenching, digging into the flesh of my hips and ass. "Fuck yes Terrance, that’s my spot!"

"You like that?" he asked, moving faster now, shoving deeper. I gasped in response, feeling my pussy contract around his length. "Come on, baby, rub your pussy for me."

I did what he asked, needing little encouragement to slide my hands underneath me, opening my slit and using my finger to nudge my clit toward a delicious release. I gave into all of it as he fucked me, seeing one of our student's papers through half-closed eyes – Brendon Anderson, whose conduct was satisfactory and whose grade was in the B range. I rested my cheek on Brendon's progress report and wondered what he'd think if he knew his student-teacher was being fucked on the very desk she taught from every day, her breasts swinging free of unbuttoned blouse and pulled-down bra, her ass up in the air as she begged for more.

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me harder, baby! Harder! Give me alluh that big dick! Give it to me!"

"Lisa your pussy feel so good..." Terrance leaned into me, splaying me on the desk and I squirmed beneath him as our motion sent apples from students and pencils rolling and progress reports flying off the edge to scatter on the floor. His dick seemed to be swelling inside of me, filling me completely as he fucked me even harder. He grabbed one of my legs behind the knee, shoving it up onto the desk so this pussy spread even wider for him.

"I feel you up in this pussy baby! Fuck me harder you sexy son of a bitch!" I cried, feeling the angle change, his dick getting even more of me now. I rubbed my clit faster as he fucked me, using two fingers on either side of it as I arched my back to take him, wanting more, more dammit! I was so close to climax, my thigh muscles tight and trembling, my pussy on fire with the heat of our fucking.

He grabbed my phat ass in both hands and I begged him to cum, feeling my own orgasm begin with a shuddering surge. The rapid squeezing of my wet ass pussy around his dick must have sent him over the edge, because I felt him tremble and grip me hard as he buried himself into me. I moaned and squirmed on the desk, whispering things I couldn’t even decipher as he filled me with his cum.

Most of the progress reports were salvageable, if only a bit wrinkled from our foray onto the desk. We didn't finish them that day. Instead, we shoved them into Terrance's briefcase and went back to his place to do it all over again! This time bent over a chair in his living room, up against the washing machine, in the softness of his California King bed and then AGAIN in the heat of the shower...

We never took a chance at the school again; like we had that night...instead we found other places to meet to indulge in our pleasurable little secret. Eventually, the job ended and so did our affair. But it was hot ...incredibly hot...while it lasted.