[F]ucking [m]y high school gym student

Long-time lurker. I'm a 30-something married soccer mom who teaches high school phy ed. and have for years. You can call me Mrs. Jones. I'm short, about 5'2" and petite. I keep in good shape and have been told I look a bit like Krysten Ritter.

Alright, here goes. Several years ago a student found my sex blog, which included graphic nude pics of me with several boyfriends. It was highly personal, but totally anonymous. so no face pics. I used the blog to share some deeply personal thoughts and musings about men and crazy hot sex. I am shaking a bit just writing this – this is how I got in trouble – but I also feel the need to share, and I'm honestly turned on by the thought of writing this down for all you perverts. ^{^}

So in addition to the pics there were some other questionable things on there – like how I would sometimes notice my students checking me out. There was one guy in particular who was not shy. I pretended not to notice, but I could feel him looking at me, regularly. I should have stopped it right away – had him come to my office and scolded him, but deep down I didn't want him to stop. His name was Jack. He was a 17 year old hockey player. (I was 32 at the time). He wasn't a loudmouth like the other jocks, kind of quiet, but extremely athletic and dedicated. The truth was, I wanted him to look. After a while I started to have fantasize about him…I wanted him to imagine me waiting for him as he approached me from behind, slowly wrapping his arms around my side and up to my breasts, then pulling me back against his well-developed chest. I wanted him to think about how my body felt against his, yearning for him. I wanted his lips brushing against my neck, whispering dirty things into my ear. I wanted him to push his erection against my ass as he groped my body. Then, I wanted him to imagine pulling down my little gym teacher shorts, placing me on my desk, and fucking me greedily, taking me like the little wet slut I was for him. I thought about this all the time…this and other scenarios. Of course, I wrote about what I was thinking, about how I wanted him to fuck me like this. And I posted pics of what I was wearing/doing as I thought about it, which was mostly sexy underwear/masturbating, respectively.

But, that was my little fantasy world. Outside the computer chair I was strictly business. All my students all knew not to fuck with me (not unless you wanted to run), and I never once even hinted there was anything close to a sexual thought going through my mind while at school. Even though I'm a naughty girl with a filthy mind I have always been capable of putting all that aside and being be a professional.

However, that trend came to a sudden end one day.

Near the end of the school year I realized why Jack was so brave about looking at me. He had found my sex blog. And he knew it was me. After school one day he walked into my office, said the name of my blog, then "I know you're her."

My jaw hit the floor. He just stood there, totally calm, smiling.

My real life crashed into this fantasy world, and it wasn't pretty. It was terrifying. I immediately thought about my family. I immediately realized this high school kid had the power to ruin my career and probably my marriage. (No, I never shared the blog with my husband, I know). There he is, looking at me, sort of half-laughing with a bit of swagger, almost as if he had no idea what was at stake…almost. Turns out he recognized a birth mark on my ass that he noticed while looking up my shorts(!)

I closed the door and politely asked him if he had told anyone. He said he hadn't. He said he had been quiet, thinking about the possibilities. I looked at him sternly and assured him these were just fantasy stories and he shouldn't think of them as anything more. He said he understood completely. I reminded him I was his teacher, and that I was married with a family. He looked me over. I was wearing short shorts and a tank top…probably a bit slinky, but it was a hot day. He was just smiling. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. But I knew that look.

A flurry of thoughts ran through my mind. What were these "possibilities?" Blackmail? Would it be a blow job or my filthy thoughts and nude pics distributed to the entire school? Holy fuck! I began to freak out. Sexual contact with a student was far worse than anything I had done already. It was illegal. I could go to jail. If I had to choose something like that I feared my life…everything I had worked for…would be completely destroyed. I began to freak out.

"Relax," he said. He assured me my secret was safe with him…that he would never share the pics or stories with his classmates, the principal, or my family. He said he wouldn't hold anything over me…that he knew he could, but that he was not that kind of guy. He said he had been following the blog for 5 months(!)

I closed my eyes and sort of sighed with relief. I laughed uneasily and thanked him graciously. He nodded. He seemed so completely sincere and he sort of joked with me about it for a bit, about my active imagination. I'm sure I was bright red. Even so, after a few minutes he somehow had me completely at ease. He said he thought I was a good writer and that he hoped he could look forward to more posts, even though that probably wasn't going to happen. He seemed to know me so well, and then I realized he did, in a sense, having read everything about me. My blog wasn't just hot sex. I had revealed so much about myself in those posts; my strengths, fears, yearnings, idiosyncrasies. He had seen me at my worst…my most vulnerable (until now, of course). He could do anything. He could have me on my knees, and he knew it. At some point I became overwhelmed, and just shook my head. He looked at me with compassion and complete understanding. Then, I felt the tears begin to well. There was no stopping it. A moment later I was sobbing uncontrollably. And then, I was sobbing on Jack's shoulder.

We embraced for what seemed like forever until his shoulder was soaked in tears. He seemed to totally envelope me, holding me tightly in his muscled chest and arms. What happened next is hard to explain. We parted slightly and our eyes met. I looked at him with extreme gratitude, my cheeks still wet. He said "everything will be fine," and it's exactly what I needed to hear. I nodded. I could have thanked him and left it at that, but I felt paralyzed looking at him, captivated. I just couldn't move. I couldn't help it. I saw his lips, and he saw mine, and then they were together. It felt inevitable and natural. We kissed tenderly for a moment, then after a few moments it devolved into pure, unrestrained passion.

His hands were all over me and I was suddenly out of my mind with arousal. I knew it was awful, despicable. It was absolutely forbidden, but perhaps that's what made it so unbelievably decadent…irresistible. I just went with it, knowing I would stop it any moment, believing I could. But I indulged, and let his body press into mine…his hands grope my ass and breasts…just for a second longer, I thought. But, his lips were electric and every caress was like magic somehow. I started to summon resolve and put a stop to it, but as soon as I did he began to release me, showing he was perfectly willing to stop the moment I wasn't comfortable. It drove me mad. It made me need him all the more. Grrr. I resumed kissing him. I told myself not to…just for another minute…but I was starting to lose myself.

He was wearing loose pants and I felt his erection pressing against me. He was like a rock. Then I realized my hand was somehow stroking it, over his pants, and I pulled it away. "NO!" I remember thinking to myself, but our lips remained together. Our kissing became fierce. I realized my heart was pounding. My whole body was energized, completely alive. I reveled in his powerful hands, which were becoming more assertive.

He suddenly pulled down my shorts and I shook my head, "no, no, no." I tried to pull them back up, but then I felt his hand between my legs, and he pushed his middle finger deep inside me. I winced in shock and carnal lust as he forced his hand into me, deeper and deeper. He was so, so young, but at this moment he felt entirely like a man, and I began to melt. Our lips grazed and our tongues played against one another, which continued to drive me crazy. I remembered he knew I like this. He knew everything I liked because he had read all about it. I was broken, and I knew it.

I told him to lock the door.

He reached over and turned the lock.

"Now fuck me."

He lifted me onto my desk and pulled his pants down to his knees. My shorts and panties were still around my thighs, but he took hold of my legs and lifted up until I was lying on my back and my heels were over his shoulder. He was almost instantly inside me.

He pounded me like this, my legs together, and we both began our journey into a dark world of awful, adulterous, unconscionable pleasure. He seemed to fit perfectly inside me, pressing deeply…pounding my begging, starving pussy. After a few moments he pulled my shorts and underwear off my feet and threw them on the floor. He pulled one leg to the side and I was straddling him. He pushed me further onto the desk and was soon directly on top of me, his pants now off. I spread my legs wide so my heels touched his back. What he did next was entirely unfair.

With all his weight he pushed into me, penetrating deeply, and remained deep, grinding his pubic bone against mine with severe, delectable force. He hit the spot directly, bearing down on it, and continued relentlessly. I had written about how easily I could climax this way…how I would train my boyfriends to do this. But Jack did not need training, he had done his reading, and after a minute I already felt the orgasm awakening…its slow rumble rising from the abyss. He whispered "like this, right?" into my ear and I nodded. I placed one hand lightly on his teenage ass and encouraged him to press harder, grinding my crotch up against his, feeling the tip of his cock tease my cervix. "Yes…fuck me…just like that," I whispered. He was trembling, sweating, and I closed my eyes, not wanting the moment to end, but also knowing I was on the brink of a potentially blackout-inducing orgasm. Still, I let all the sensations swirl together and ripen as his cock grew ever-more snug inside me.

My breathing began to shudder slightly. I resisted, savoring each moment, but his subtle, rhythmic nuances were irresistible. He started pounding my swollen pussy, and pounding hard. I knew it was over and braced for it. He had already started filling me when it hit, and I winced in sweet agony, knowing I needed to be completely silent. (There were students chatting right outside the door.) We gripped each other as the waves rocked us…then continued rocking us…ripping through us.

We had collapsed, and rested there motionless for a while, Jack's cum leaking onto my desk. I knew I had been a bad girl. I knew nothing good could come of this, and part of me was ashamed. And yet there was something unstoppable drawing me towards him. So young, so innocent, so naive. He looked at me with awe and seeming amazement, and I ran my fingers over his face. Something inside me needed this…to be needed…to be someone's goddess, maybe…to be worshiped. I wanted to blow his mind, and I knew I could. I found this irresistible. He rolled to my side and we explored each other gently with our fingers.

"Holy fuck Mrs. Jones."

I smiled, thinking he hadn't seen anything, and slid my finger gently over his soft, glistening cock. I thought about my youth…the days of being 17 and naked with a boy. I had no idea what I was doing back then…just confusion and paralysis. How often I had thought about how I would relive those days…how much I could rock someone's world. Now that I had crossed the line with Jack I wondered how much fun we could have together. I had done plenty of thinking about this, of course. All these thoughts were stirring in my mind as Jack's ripped, glistening body reclined on my desk, knocking some shit on the floor, which I hardly noticed. Now that I was older I was capable of so much more. Jack would have no idea…

I began softly kissing him and gently cupped his scrotum. I played with his genitals and whispered how much I loved the way his cock felt inside me. After a couple minutes he grew a bit more turgid. And after a few good strokes, lubed by the remaining slurry of cum and grool, he had grown again. I told him how wet my pussy would get when I would think about him, and how I liked to touch myself as I thought about him. I told him I would dream about stroking his cock, just like this…

He nodded. (He knew.)

I quickly paused to pull my tank top and bra off (now wearing only my socks). He removed his shirt and was naked.

I tightened my grip and felt him get rock hard again in my hand. He looked at me and smiled, shaking his head. I gave him a devilish grin. (One thing I had learned since I was 17 was how to give a hand job.) I stroked him hard and fast. To my amazement in almost no time he was trembling. I aimed his cock at my belly and was delighted to milk several warm streams out of him.

As the waning tremors pulsed I continued stroking, although much more slowly and gently, then casually played with the cum on my belly. It was milky white and I was surprised at how much there was, even though he had just ejaculated inside me about 5 minutes earlier. I didn't know what it meant, really, but this made me feel like I was having quite an effect on him…it was exactly the effect I had been dreaming about. I decided I wanted more.

He remained at my side, seemingly astounded, as I started to fully embrace my inner sex goddess. I licked his cum from my fingertips and commented on its sweetness, then started to apply some to my breasts, rubbing it in thoroughly, intoxicated by its scent. I sighed and mused about how long I had been waiting to taste his cum. (He knew.) As I stroked his flaccid cock I began touching myself. I told him I wanted him to look at how I liked to touch myself when I would think about him. He watched in what seemed like a dreamy daze.

This time it took four or five minutes of gentle coaxing to awaken Jack's tired phallus. He spent that time whispering sweet nothings about one particular story I had written…it was the one where he had fucked me on my desk and then I stroked him off two times. I had a feeling he might be reminded of that one. The feeling of him growing in my hands seemed to prompt a mini orgasm on my part. It seemed that after the subtle influence of that he was fully hard again. I quietly begged for his cum as I methodically worked him. I dove between my legs to collect more lubrication and then worked the end of his cock, desperate for more of his sweet sauce. I whined and squirmed as I pleaded for it, my other hand buried between my legs. I asked him if he was ready to paint his new cum slut, then felt his whole body tense up as he exploded over my belly again. He collapsed again, exhausted.

I wanted to do it again…I knew I could.

But after that he realized what time it was and needed to rush off, dashing my plans to suck him hard again. I would have to wait until later that night for him to sneak out of the house before getting him in my mouth. It was downhill after that.

We had a lot of fun that summer, and many times since (totally in secret – never got caught). Turns out he was actually 18 at the time – had just had his birthday. It's been several years since that first date. We still reunite now and then, which is what made me think of writing this. Right now I am waiting for him to come over, actually. I hope he is ready for me. At this point I am certainly ready for him. ;p

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