It was my first year of community college, a year after leaving high-school. And there I was, refusing to get up from my chair because I lusted after my MILFtastic trig teacher. Short, blonde, with luscious breast and several months into a preggo stomach that just inflamed me more. I’m not entirely sure why, it’s just sexy as hell to me.
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She had a small smirk on those pink, luscious lips. Like she knew what was going on. I’m sure I wasn’t the first student she had to develop a hard-on because I happened to catch a glimpse of the red, lacy thong under her business length skirt. I was the only one in the class with a decent view under the desk.
“Cat got your tongue?” she teased me. So far I was the student that barely paid attention and eased by with top marks. Her smile said I’d be an example. My mind said no.
“No Ma’am, not yet. That’s tonight I hope.” I saw the faintest blush in her cheeks as the other students chuckled. Deciding to let her save some face, I went to the board, erection obvious in my pants but all shame gone, and wrote out the answer. I looked into her emerald eyes and winked before returning to my seat and continuing to pretend to read my book. Mind doing all manner of dirty things to her.
When it was time for class to let out, she requested me to stay behind. After the class had cleared out I walked over to her desk and pulled up a chair to sit on the other side. And she questioned me about why I read in class, and why I refused to get up. By this point, my mind has had too much free time to do it’s evil work. With barely a filter to slow it, I told her the truth.
“Because you’re sexy as fuck pregnant and wearing a red thong, and I had a hard-on the entire class now knows about.” I was surprised at my own answer, but not nearly as much as she was. Her eyes widened a mouth opened a little in what looked like shock. Then it was my turn for shock.
“That was for me? You think I’m attractive?” I couldn’t help it. The look of confusion on my face was probably funny as hell. She barely seemed to notice. So I decided to answer, asking who wouldn’t think she was? Apparently her husband for one. She hadn’t been touched since she first started showing. It was frustrating as hell for her. Made her feel dirty and ugly. Fat.
Hell. I would show her every night how beautiful she looked with a baby in her belly. Fuck. That came out too. I could hardly believe it when she lifted the front of her blouse up to reveal her stomach. It was round, but smooth. And I could smell the cocoa butter she rubbed over it. My pants were as tight against my arousal as her blouse was over her pregnancy. Her fingers lightly traced the curve of her belly, her eyes taking note of the growing attention in my pants
She stood up and walked around the desk, locking the solid door on her way past it. When she stopped in front of me, I leaded in to kiss her belly. Nuzzling the soft, sweet skin. Licking the curve, and kissing it. My hands caressed it. Without hardly realizing it, my hands pushed up, lifting the blouse and bra over her slightly engorged breast. She moaned slightly. Her fingers were now in my hair as I cupped and massaged her breast. Thumbs skirting over the peaks of her nipples. My mouth closed around one, sucking slightly. Tongue danced with her nipple and my teeth grazed it as she moaned softly again, hands trailing down my sides and back now. As I switched to the next breast, she pulled her blouse and bra off, then dipped her fingers to pull my shirt up.
I kissed my way down her, now pulling her skirt down. Her little spring of life had a small patch of hair growing around it. I pushed her lightly backwards to sit on her organized desk. My fingers pushed through her little fur patch until I felt her moist well of life. Her lips were engorged and swollen with need, dripping by now. My finger caressed her clit, making her gasp a little and arch her back. As a single finger pressed into her unbelievable tight core, my mouth found her clit. As first one, then slowly a second finger pressed in, clenched by her as they searched her very being, stroking her ecstasy, my tongue made a merry dance with her clit.
Swirling and stroking, lightly sucking and flicking. She responded to me like no other lover had. Soon her cream was running down my chin and hand, her breathing ragged, hands buried in my hair pulling my tighter against her. I felt the wave pass through her, legs around my shoulder riding my mouth as she orgasmed. I pushed her through the orgasm, or sweet cream squirting into my mouth and down my fingers as smaller waves shook her.
Her hands were insistent. My pants melted away as I rose, capturing her lips in mine and pressing into her. She gasped and moaned into my mouth at the tight fit, legs wrapped tight around me. Lucky us this was her planning period and my break between classes. We moved to the office at the back of the class room, my carrying her and still deep inside her. We spent most of the period together. When we left her lips tasted of my saltiness and the cum that I failed to lick out of her soaked her panties. Her cream slowly dried on me during my next period, the arousal hidden under my desk.
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She apparently enjoyed the thrill and joy of knowing she was desirable. We became lovers. She never showed me preferential treatment during class, if anything giving me an even harder time. And she was excited to find my attraction didn’t end with her birth. I thoroughly enjoyed the taste of her breast milk, playing with it amidst other things during our time together. And in my second year of college, she had her second son. Me and the father had the same skin tone, eye color, and hair. But the baby had my nose.
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