The Teacher - Sex Stories

The Teacher

... scenario, what if it all went well? What if, after the bell rang and the classroom was empty, I’d stand up with my tiny skirt and my newly discovered cleavage and stride towards her. She would open her mouth to speak and that’s when I’d strike. The second her lips parted I could push my tongue in between them; I’d taste the inside of her mouth, drawing her own tongue into my mouth so I could close my lips around it, sucking it. (I’d seen it a porn movie a few days ago and it had appealed to me very much.) Then maybe I’d tear open her shirt and slip my hand inside her bra, cupping her breast as I continue my assault on her beautiful lips. By now she’d be totally up for it, (not likely but fuck it, it was my fantasy after all.) She could reach around my waist and pull my little sister’s skirt up before sliding her hands down the back of my underwear to cup my buttocks. Then, she’d take hold of the waistband of my panties and roughly pull them apart, tearing the soaking wet garment away from my damp skin, now she could pull me closer and guide my head down towards her breasts. I’d kiss all around her pert pink nipple first, and then guide the tip of my tongue around it, making her shiver and squirm, then I’d give her what she wanted, my lips would part then close down, sucking the little pink bud into my warm mouth. While I ever so slowly tease her nipple with my tongue I’d take hold of her other breast and gently give it a squeeze lest it would feel left out as I continued ...

... to arouse its twin. Finally, her hand would glide over my clean shaven, and now fully exposed, pussy. Her fingers would lightly brush against my slit first, and then she’d gently stroke up and down, with each stroke she’d push a little harder and part my wet lips a little wider, and then, at long last, I’d feel Miss Sullivan’s finger on my clitoris and…..oh fuck!!! I snapped back to reality and the beautiful imagery dissolved into the noisy dining room, which seemed much hotter than before. I don’t know how long I’d been lost in the fantasy but now I really could feel fingers on my pussy, unfortunately they were my own. Somehow, probably while my mouth was full of my teacher’s tits, I’d allowed my hand to slip under the table and into the waistband of my skirt, my sister’s skirt and finally my panties. The first thing to do was obvious, I quickly scanned around the room to see if anyone had noticed what I was doing, Kylie had her head turned away from me and was talking to some guy on the table next to ours. For a couple of seconds my head was on a swivel, I must’ve looked like some kind of nervous and horny owl! I was relieved to see nothing that indicated I’d been watched and breathed a sigh of relief. Now there were a couple of other things to do. My hand was still down there and very wet, I slowly withdrew it while trying not to touch the now ultra-sensitive lips of my pussy. I grazed them with my fingernail and nearly squealed out loud; instead I just closed my thighs ...