Hot for Teacher – Mr. Brandon
In the spring of my junior year of high school mom and dad decided they wanted to buy a new, and nicer home. Dad’s accounting business had been going great the last few years and they wanted out of the city. By the end of the school year, they’d decided on an awesome house about 25 minutes from where we lived. It really was a beautiful home, in a nice old neighborhood, big homes on big, wooded lots. My sister and I had given it a thumbs up. By the end of June, we were packed up and were settled in by mid-July. Then the news.
What my parents failed to tell us was that we could no longer attend our old high school and would need to get registered at a new school. All the friends I’d grown up with were now gone. In the city we used public transportation, buses and the subway, to see one another so none of us teenagers had cars. Now here I was stuck in the country, no license, no friends, and I hated my parents for it. After dealing with a severe c***dhood illness, and completely missing a year of grade school, I turned 18 that summer and the thought of running away crossed my mind. One year, just one year then I’ll be off to college.
School started at the end of August, and I was lost. A small high school, with a bunch of little cliques, and I was an outcast on day one. All the girls felt threatened by a tall, tan, smart, pretty girl with long blondish-brown hair. I don’t want to come across as conceited but being 5’7”, with long tan legs, and firm 34C breasts, I could turn some heads. Being 18, the boys seemed so immature and, although they all wanted to get in my panties, which I rarely wore, they were all too shy to even talk to me. The highlight of school was my Phys-Ed teacher, Mr. Brandon. He stood 6’1” medium build, strong, fit, light brown hair, brutally handsome, and gorgeous blue eyes that made me wet just looking at him. God he was hot… but married.
Once I got my period and began to blossom, I became a serious flirt. By 16, a senior football player popped my cherry, and opened my eyes to sex. I had sex with a couple guys over the next two years, but they rarely lasted very long it seems I was never truly satisfied. Frustratingly so. So back to Mr. Brandon. Since the school was small, he was the PE teacher and the Driver’s Ed instructor as well. Since I’d never driven before, I had to take the class with a bunch of freshmen and sophomores, immature k**s to this 18-year-old. As my schedule turned out, I had PE for 5th period, and Driver’s Ed for 6th, so I got to end my day with this gorgeous hunk.
Early September was still hot, so my attire consisted of short-shorts, skirts, and sundresses. As I mentioned earlier, I rarely wore panties except when I was having my period. The little hard-pecker boys were always trying to sneak a peek under my skirt, but my mom had taught me how to cover up and protect my goodies. One such hot day, I wore my favorite white jean skirt. With my long legs it seemed to hit a foot above my knees! I caught Mr. Brandon’s attention when I walked into class. He smiled, and I gave him a slight, demure smile back. I felt his blue eyes follow me to my desk and immediately I was excited, moist. My desk was on the back row of the classroom. Mr. B. walked the rows as he lectured and on one such stroll down my row, I gave him my best Sharon Stone leg cross. His eyes were quickly drawn to my crotch like a magnet. My pubic area was highlighted by my snow-white bikini triangle against my dark tan legs. I had a small landing strip of light brown pubes. He stared right at my glistening cunt lips, stammered mid-sentence, then regained his composure to begin again. He looked up, wide-eyed, from between my legs and our eyes met. I smiled slightly then looked back at my notebook. I was so turned on I could hardly control myself for the remainder of the class. I wanted to ride him like a buckin’ bronco! Fifteen, long, moist minutes I waited for the class to end.
The period bell rang, and my classmates filed out. Since I was the only that was scheduled for his driver’s ed class in 6th period, I stayed. As soon as the last student left and the door closed, I got up from my desk, spreading my legs wide apart as I did. Mr. B watched it all, mesmerized. Wide-eyed, mouth open. I slowly walked to the side of his desk, and facing him with my back to the door, I squatted down. My knees spread apart as he stared intently between my legs, I boldly whispered, “I want to fuck you, Mr. B.”
Without taking his eyes off my cunt lips he stammered, “But, but, but I can’t, I’m married. I just can’t.”
“Oh, sure you can. And you will”, I whispered. I gave him an evil smile, then squatting with my left hand on his desk, I reached down, spread my already wet lips, and inserted my middle finger deep inside. His eyes were glued on my pussy as I slid out my finger and raised it to his lips. Thoughtlessly, he opened his mouth as I slid my cunt-juice-covered finger between his lips. He closed his eyes and sucked my juicy finger clean. I stood, lifting the front of my skirt so my pussy was right in front of his face. He inhaled my scent and slowly closed his eyes. Just then the door squeaked. I headed back to my desk as students began to trickle in.
Red-faced and obviously flustered, he sat behind his desk for the first ten minutes of class, letting his hard cock die down. Each time he turned from the chalk board I’d spread my legs. He didn’t miss a single one as he stammered through his lesson. The bell rang to end the school day and the k**s rushed to leave. I stayed in my seat until the final student exited.
Mr. B. sat at his desk, spellbound as I spread my legs and got up from my desk. I walked straight to him. He stood and walked to the door, locking it. When he turned, I was already sitting on his desk, my skirt pulled up to my waist, legs spread. He quickly walked to me and dropped to his knees. I raised my legs and rested them on his shoulders as his face dove between my legs, his tongue lapping at my cunt. I was ready to explode on his face. He reached around, grabbing my ass, forcing his face harder against my cunt. He slid his other hand under my tank top, forcing my bra up over my stiff-nippled breasts. I jerked with pleasure as he squeezed my nipple. His tongue buried deep in my cunt, he lapped up my juices. He gave me one last lick and slowly raised up until our lips met. Kissing me hard, I heard him undo his belt, his zipper go down, then felt his cockhead touch my sensitive cunt lips. Moving it up, then down again, was all that was needed to part my lips. His head slid in, slowly followed by two more inches of his rock-hard cock. I moaned and leaned back on my elbows as his cock slowly forced its’ way deeper inside me. Oh my God! Never had I felt such a huge cock and my slick vaginal walls gripped his cock tightly.
Mr. B. was like a man possessed. I fell back on his desk, legs straight up in the air. I gripped the edge of the desk to hold on tight and to also push back against his thrusts as much as I could. He sucked and bit at my nipples, then would kiss me hard and deep. I tend to be loud and animated during sex, but I knew I had no choice but to hold back. Another teacher, the principal or custodian could knock on the door, or worse yet unlock it, at any second. The thought of which made me that much more exciting.
Gripping my hips tighter, he stood up straight, yanking me to the edge of his desk. With my legs stiff, his pace slowed, and he took longer, deeper, slow strokes. I was ready to explode but knew I had to refrain from screaming out in pleasure.
He looked down and smiled at me, “You’ve been a bad girl in class! This is what happens to bad girls”. And with that he began to pick up the pace. My cunt gripped his cock like a vice on each stroke, driving us both wild. As he quickened the pace even more, I began to feel my orgasm peaking.
“Fuck me Mr. B., I’ve been a naughty girl. Make me cum. Make me cummmmmm!”
Grabbing my ankles, he pulled my legs wide apart, and pushed them back almost to my shoulders. I pulled hard against the desk as he leaned in, kissing me. I felt his cock swell. I could take no more and my first real climax began. As my pussy squeezed down on his cock, his cock took one last plunge and I felt it erupt. His fat cock sprayed my cervix hard, and between our orgasms it felt as if my vagina was going to burst. I could feel cum run down the crack of my ass and envisioned it running down his desk. He was red-faced and covered in sweat as he leaned in for one last kiss. My body continued to jerk as my orgasm wore down, my cunt clinching at his fading erection.
Mr. B’s tongue left my mouth, and as he stood, his cock slowly eased out of me, then an audible plop. My pussy throbbed and our cum poured out onto his desk. He backed away, falling back against the chalkboard, and pulled up his pants. His polo shirt was wringing wet. Slowly getting to my feet from his desk, I pulled my bra down covering my now-tender tits. I could feel the cum leaking and running down my legs. Mr. B. must have noticed too as handed me paper towels from his desk drawer. I too, was wet with sweat. I mopped the cum from my legs, wiped off my face and neck, and headed to grab my backpack. I’d learned from my days in girl scouts to plan ahead, so I’d told my mom I had an appointment with a teacher after school and to pick me later. As I turned to leave, I looked up at Mr. B., red-faced and wet with seat, slumped back in his desk chair, he smiled and said, “Thank you, Sarah. Thank you.”
“I opened the door, turned, and said, “My pleasure Mr. B., my pleasure.” I blew him a kiss, turned, and closed the door. I had a lot more planned for Mr. B.
What my parents failed to tell us was that we could no longer attend our old high school and would need to get registered at a new school. All the friends I’d grown up with were now gone. In the city we used public transportation, buses and the subway, to see one another so none of us teenagers had cars. Now here I was stuck in the country, no license, no friends, and I hated my parents for it. After dealing with a severe c***dhood illness, and completely missing a year of grade school, I turned 18 that summer and the thought of running away crossed my mind. One year, just one year then I’ll be off to college.
School started at the end of August, and I was lost. A small high school, with a bunch of little cliques, and I was an outcast on day one. All the girls felt threatened by a tall, tan, smart, pretty girl with long blondish-brown hair. I don’t want to come across as conceited but being 5’7”, with long tan legs, and firm 34C breasts, I could turn some heads. Being 18, the boys seemed so immature and, although they all wanted to get in my panties, which I rarely wore, they were all too shy to even talk to me. The highlight of school was my Phys-Ed teacher, Mr. Brandon. He stood 6’1” medium build, strong, fit, light brown hair, brutally handsome, and gorgeous blue eyes that made me wet just looking at him. God he was hot… but married.
Once I got my period and began to blossom, I became a serious flirt. By 16, a senior football player popped my cherry, and opened my eyes to sex. I had sex with a couple guys over the next two years, but they rarely lasted very long it seems I was never truly satisfied. Frustratingly so. So back to Mr. Brandon. Since the school was small, he was the PE teacher and the Driver’s Ed instructor as well. Since I’d never driven before, I had to take the class with a bunch of freshmen and sophomores, immature k**s to this 18-year-old. As my schedule turned out, I had PE for 5th period, and Driver’s Ed for 6th, so I got to end my day with this gorgeous hunk.
Early September was still hot, so my attire consisted of short-shorts, skirts, and sundresses. As I mentioned earlier, I rarely wore panties except when I was having my period. The little hard-pecker boys were always trying to sneak a peek under my skirt, but my mom had taught me how to cover up and protect my goodies. One such hot day, I wore my favorite white jean skirt. With my long legs it seemed to hit a foot above my knees! I caught Mr. Brandon’s attention when I walked into class. He smiled, and I gave him a slight, demure smile back. I felt his blue eyes follow me to my desk and immediately I was excited, moist. My desk was on the back row of the classroom. Mr. B. walked the rows as he lectured and on one such stroll down my row, I gave him my best Sharon Stone leg cross. His eyes were quickly drawn to my crotch like a magnet. My pubic area was highlighted by my snow-white bikini triangle against my dark tan legs. I had a small landing strip of light brown pubes. He stared right at my glistening cunt lips, stammered mid-sentence, then regained his composure to begin again. He looked up, wide-eyed, from between my legs and our eyes met. I smiled slightly then looked back at my notebook. I was so turned on I could hardly control myself for the remainder of the class. I wanted to ride him like a buckin’ bronco! Fifteen, long, moist minutes I waited for the class to end.
The period bell rang, and my classmates filed out. Since I was the only that was scheduled for his driver’s ed class in 6th period, I stayed. As soon as the last student left and the door closed, I got up from my desk, spreading my legs wide apart as I did. Mr. B watched it all, mesmerized. Wide-eyed, mouth open. I slowly walked to the side of his desk, and facing him with my back to the door, I squatted down. My knees spread apart as he stared intently between my legs, I boldly whispered, “I want to fuck you, Mr. B.”
Without taking his eyes off my cunt lips he stammered, “But, but, but I can’t, I’m married. I just can’t.”
“Oh, sure you can. And you will”, I whispered. I gave him an evil smile, then squatting with my left hand on his desk, I reached down, spread my already wet lips, and inserted my middle finger deep inside. His eyes were glued on my pussy as I slid out my finger and raised it to his lips. Thoughtlessly, he opened his mouth as I slid my cunt-juice-covered finger between his lips. He closed his eyes and sucked my juicy finger clean. I stood, lifting the front of my skirt so my pussy was right in front of his face. He inhaled my scent and slowly closed his eyes. Just then the door squeaked. I headed back to my desk as students began to trickle in.
Red-faced and obviously flustered, he sat behind his desk for the first ten minutes of class, letting his hard cock die down. Each time he turned from the chalk board I’d spread my legs. He didn’t miss a single one as he stammered through his lesson. The bell rang to end the school day and the k**s rushed to leave. I stayed in my seat until the final student exited.
Mr. B. sat at his desk, spellbound as I spread my legs and got up from my desk. I walked straight to him. He stood and walked to the door, locking it. When he turned, I was already sitting on his desk, my skirt pulled up to my waist, legs spread. He quickly walked to me and dropped to his knees. I raised my legs and rested them on his shoulders as his face dove between my legs, his tongue lapping at my cunt. I was ready to explode on his face. He reached around, grabbing my ass, forcing his face harder against my cunt. He slid his other hand under my tank top, forcing my bra up over my stiff-nippled breasts. I jerked with pleasure as he squeezed my nipple. His tongue buried deep in my cunt, he lapped up my juices. He gave me one last lick and slowly raised up until our lips met. Kissing me hard, I heard him undo his belt, his zipper go down, then felt his cockhead touch my sensitive cunt lips. Moving it up, then down again, was all that was needed to part my lips. His head slid in, slowly followed by two more inches of his rock-hard cock. I moaned and leaned back on my elbows as his cock slowly forced its’ way deeper inside me. Oh my God! Never had I felt such a huge cock and my slick vaginal walls gripped his cock tightly.
Mr. B. was like a man possessed. I fell back on his desk, legs straight up in the air. I gripped the edge of the desk to hold on tight and to also push back against his thrusts as much as I could. He sucked and bit at my nipples, then would kiss me hard and deep. I tend to be loud and animated during sex, but I knew I had no choice but to hold back. Another teacher, the principal or custodian could knock on the door, or worse yet unlock it, at any second. The thought of which made me that much more exciting.
Gripping my hips tighter, he stood up straight, yanking me to the edge of his desk. With my legs stiff, his pace slowed, and he took longer, deeper, slow strokes. I was ready to explode but knew I had to refrain from screaming out in pleasure.
He looked down and smiled at me, “You’ve been a bad girl in class! This is what happens to bad girls”. And with that he began to pick up the pace. My cunt gripped his cock like a vice on each stroke, driving us both wild. As he quickened the pace even more, I began to feel my orgasm peaking.
“Fuck me Mr. B., I’ve been a naughty girl. Make me cum. Make me cummmmmm!”
Grabbing my ankles, he pulled my legs wide apart, and pushed them back almost to my shoulders. I pulled hard against the desk as he leaned in, kissing me. I felt his cock swell. I could take no more and my first real climax began. As my pussy squeezed down on his cock, his cock took one last plunge and I felt it erupt. His fat cock sprayed my cervix hard, and between our orgasms it felt as if my vagina was going to burst. I could feel cum run down the crack of my ass and envisioned it running down his desk. He was red-faced and covered in sweat as he leaned in for one last kiss. My body continued to jerk as my orgasm wore down, my cunt clinching at his fading erection.
Mr. B’s tongue left my mouth, and as he stood, his cock slowly eased out of me, then an audible plop. My pussy throbbed and our cum poured out onto his desk. He backed away, falling back against the chalkboard, and pulled up his pants. His polo shirt was wringing wet. Slowly getting to my feet from his desk, I pulled my bra down covering my now-tender tits. I could feel the cum leaking and running down my legs. Mr. B. must have noticed too as handed me paper towels from his desk drawer. I too, was wet with sweat. I mopped the cum from my legs, wiped off my face and neck, and headed to grab my backpack. I’d learned from my days in girl scouts to plan ahead, so I’d told my mom I had an appointment with a teacher after school and to pick me later. As I turned to leave, I looked up at Mr. B., red-faced and wet with seat, slumped back in his desk chair, he smiled and said, “Thank you, Sarah. Thank you.”
“I opened the door, turned, and said, “My pleasure Mr. B., my pleasure.” I blew him a kiss, turned, and closed the door. I had a lot more planned for Mr. B.
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