The classroom door clicked shut behind me, and Mrs. Harlan locked it with a slow turn of the key. She was thirty-eight, all curves packed into a tight pencil skirt and a blouse that strained over her heavy tits. I was twenty-three, repeating the class for credits, and she had been eye-fucking me for weeks.
Strip, she said, voice flat and direct. No games.
I yanked my shirt off, kicked my jeans down, and stood there with my cock already stiff and pointing at her. She walked over, heels clicking, and wrapped her fingers around my shaft without hesitation.
Thick, she muttered, giving it a hard pump. Been thinking about this dick every time you sat in the front row with that bulge.
She dropped to her knees right there on the linoleum, spit on the head, and took me deep in one swallow. Her throat squeezed tight as she bobbed, gagging wet and loud, saliva dripping down my balls. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face, hips snapping forward while she moaned around the shaft.
When she pulled off, strings of spit connected her lips to my cock. Desk. Now.
I bent her over the front desk, the same one I sat at every day. She hiked her skirt up herself, no panties underneath, ass round and pale. Her pussy was shaved and already glistening. I slapped her ass hard, watching the red handprint bloom, then lined up and drove my cock straight into her.
Fuck, yes, she hissed. Give it to me raw.
I pounded her in steady, deep strokes, the desk creaking under us. Her tits spilled out when I ripped her blouse open, nipples dragging across scattered papers. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds as her cunt sucked me back in. I reached under and rubbed her clit in tight circles until she started shaking.
Harder, you little bastard. Fuck your teacher like you mean it.
I slammed into her faster, balls slapping her ass, one hand gripping her hip, the other pulling her hair so her back arched. She came with a guttural moan, pussy clamping down and squirting a little around my cock. I didnt stop. I kept drilling through her orgasm until she was whimpering.
I pulled out, spun her around, and sat her on the desk edge. She spread her legs wide, heels on the chair backs. I shoved back inside and watched her face while I fucked hermouth open, eyes glassy, tits bouncing with every thrust. She reached down and spread her pussy lips so I could see my cock stretching her.
Fill me up, she ordered. I want that load dripping out of me when I walk to my car.
I grunted and buried myself to the hilt, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her cunt. She clenched around me, milking every drop. When I finally pulled out, my cum leaked down her thigh in a white streak.
She didnt bother cleaning up right away. She just stood, smoothed her skirt over the mess, and tucked her tits back into the torn blouse.
Same time next week, she said, unlocking the door. And bring a friend if you want. I can handle two cocks.
I left with my dick still half-hard, knowing the next detention was already booked.
