[M]y physics teacher makes me [f]ucking wet.

I recently graduated from high school. If you're wondering about the whole 18+ thing, don't worry – I was held back a couple years because I had a health condition so I started first grade when I was around eight, so I'm around 19 now. Pretty sad when you're older than most of your classmates, but hey, at least I survived my disease, yeah?

Now, for about as long as I can remember I've been a good student. I get good grades, I help out, I volunteer, you know, the usual shit. Apparently I'm kind of okay looking too–5'5, Eurasian, glasses. My best subject was always math – and if anyone mentions something about me being good at math because I'm Asian, I swear to god I might just die.

Anyway, I found out we'd be having physics some time in summer. Of course I was really excited. It was science and math together, and it wasn't just occasional uses of math like in stoichiometry. It was real, genuine math with trigonometric functions and scientific calculators and I am so sorry but I'm nerding out.

First day of school, I find out my teacher was the old science department head I had a crush on since I was a freshman. We called him Sir Ryan. He was probably around his late thirties or early forties and the kind of teacher that gave off that "I used to be cute when I was your age" vibe. He was taller than me (probably around 5'9), he wore glasses, olive-skinned, had salt-and-pepper hair, always had his glasses on his head, and was a fucking genius, which I loved. To add to that, he was ripped for a forty year old. An even bigger bonus: no wedding ring.

Throughout the year, I was a good student in his class. I was the only one that would answer his questions, I read ahead, I was a good girl. I would sit in front with my textbook, notebook, calculator and pen, ready for every question (and trying my best to get a better angle of him). He knew I was putting effort into his class. I was pretty much the only one, anyway. Everyone else was either lost or asleep. Whether or not he could tell my attraction to him was continuously growing was a mystery to me. I promised myself I'd fuck him right after I graduated.

Towards the end of the year, I asked Sir Ryan if I could talk to him about my class standing. He said we could talk in the lab after school at around 4:30. School usually ended at 4, so it would only be a thirty minute wait. I was wearing a floral mini-skirt and a white tank that day. Right after class, I ended up rushing to the lab room just in case I would catch him there and manage to cut in some small talk with my four-year teacher crush, but of course, knowing my luck, he was nowhere to be found.

A couple minutes later I get a text on my phone from him saying that he'd be running a little late and might get to the lab at around five. I had a little less than an hour left and pretty much nothing to do. There's this huge teacher's desk at the front of the lab where Sir Ryan always sits and tells us what to do. Well, I thought, you're only a senior once, so why not? I walked over to the teacher's table, sat down right on his desk, spread my legs and shoved my hand inside my underwear. My fingers assaulted my clit. The other hand went up, underneath my shirt, around my nipple, pinching and squeezing and pinching and squeezing.

I'd touched myself thinking of Sir Ryan before. What would it feel like to have those rough, calloused hands on me? What did he sound like every time he came? How far could we go before grad? How far would we go after grad?

What would it be like if his hands were where mine were now?

What would it be like if his lips were wrapped around my nipples?

How would his tongue feel on my clit?

Sir Ryan cleared his throat.

I pretty much fell off the table and landed on my face. He was standing right next to the door, arms crossed over his chest. God damn, I couldn't look at him. My face was probably every shade of red known to man. My physics teacher had caught me masturbating on his desk. I looked back at where I sat and, surely, a small wet puddle was left behind.

"Was I interrupting something?" he asked – but he didn't sound irritated, or even angry. I took the chance to look up at him and saw him smirking down at me.

"Yes," I said, without really thinking about it.

He took my chin in his hands – they were big and calloused, just like I thought. Big, calloused, warm. "Yes?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

Sir Ryan smiled down at me and shoved his thumb inside my mouth. I sucked down on it, ran my tongue all over it, pulled more in – his skin tasted amazing and I was getting wetter and wetter every second.

He stepped closer to me, and almost instinctively I reached up and unzipped his pants. His dick hit my face when it sprang out. I took it in my mouth, forced it to the back of my throat, and looked up at him with the biggest smile on my face I could make. I was blowing my physics teacher.

"You know you can't tell anyone, right?" He grabbed both sides of my head and stared moving me back and forth like I was some kind of fuck toy for him. I wouldn't mind being his fuck toy. I reached down for my soaking underwear, but he said, "Don't you fucking dare," so I didn't.

Before I knew it he was practically fucking my face. My spit was spilling everywhere – onto his dick, onto the floor, onto my chest. Every time he thrust I could feel the tip of him hitting the back of my throat. My underwear was soaked and all I could do was look up at him while he fucked my mouth faster and faster.

He pulled out and a trail of my spit followed after him. He pointed towards his desk. "Lean on it," he said, and I scrambled for it. I put my hands on the edge and stuck my ass out for him. His fingers went to my hair and pulled, anything but gentle, bringing my face backwards until it was right next to his. "You deserve this," he told me, and bit down on my neck. I whimpered. I felt him laugh on my skin. He bit lower and lower, down my shoulder, my back, until I could feel him standing upright again. "You were always a good student, and now I'm rewarding you." Sir Ryan pulled my skirt down my legs. He ran his finger along the layer of lace covering my pussy and smacked my ass, hard enough to make me yelp. He nearly ripped my panties off before he thrust into me.

It wasn't my first time, but I wasn't used to having something that big inside me. He felt bigger than when he was in my mouth, and every time he went in, I couldn't help but moan. He went in and out faster and faster and my breaths grew grew shorter and shorter. He slapped my ass again and dug his fingers into my skin. (tbh his nail marks stayed for a couple days). His grip on my hair tightened and he pulled my head back to look at me, then he kissed me. He kissed me and I felt his tongue in my mouth and my hands were in his hair and god he was amazing.

I nearly cried when he pulled out. He pushed me onto my back on the table, pushed my shirt high enough to make my boobs pop out, and finished himself off with his cum everywhere on my stomach and my boobs. I was breathing heavily and I nearly fell asleep from exhaustion until I heard the click of a phone camera.

"Don't worry," he said. He had that just fucked look on his face and his pants were still around his ankles. "Your face isn't in it. I just want to keep this for awhile."

I pushed myself up to my elbows. "Do you have a collection of all the students you've fucked?"

"You're the first one haha." He pulled his pants up and gave me his hankerchief. "Make sure you wipe that stuff off before you go home. I can't let your parents see you like that."

I sat up, took the hankerchief and wiped off his cum. He helped me get dressed and talked to me about my standing in class like we didn't even fuck. When we were done, I got my stuff and headed for the door. Sir Ryan grabbed my hand and stopped me, frowning.

"Did I do something wrong?"

He pointed toward his lips. Yeah, I blushed pretty hard at that, but how could I not? I leaned up and kissed him. "You can't tell any of your friends about this," he told me. "Not until you graduate at least. But make sure you and I do this again."

We did do it again, right after grad.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3h6zx5/my_physics_teacher_makes_me_fucking_wet