My High School biology teacher Pt. 3 Birthday sleepover. [lingerie], [oral], [riding cowgirl] [FM]

**I previously posted parts 1 and 2 of ‘My high school biology teacher’ a couple of weeks ago. I’m now using a new account just for the purpose of posting these stories about a long, glorious summer I spent fucking my high school biology teacher (Mr. B). He was amazing and the first man I loved. This is the account of our first sleepover at his house on his 43rd birthday, my first time wearing lingerie and the first time I rode a man like a wild animal… Embellished for artistic license but all events and general conversations are real.. enjoy!**

My high school biology teacher : Mating Displays in Mammals.

After our first encounter (parts 1 and 2), I had been back to Mr.B’s house many more times, always after school had ended and he was settled for the evening; typically around 7pm. I would arrive, we kissed, then he would work on his marking and lesson plan while I perused his large book collection, watched tv, or sat in his lap waiting patiently for him to turn his attention to me. I was still his good little student, even though I was now 18, exams were over and I had technically left school. He asked me questions about biology from his lesson plans and I loved watching him work. I was spending one of these evenings at his home with him in the middle of June…

I reclined on Mr.B’s sofa watching while he gathered his paper pile together and removed his glasses to clean them. He would usually be quite tired after working in the evening, but he always had more than enough energy to satisfy my desire for him… I sighed impatiently.

“I want you too darling, give me a moment” he smirked at me.

Andrew finally came to me on the sofa, I climbed into his lap immediately and we dived into each others’ mouths, he grasped my head, I reached up his shirt. We breathed wildly together as we tore at our clothes, he pulled my cotton dress over my head and effortlessly unclasped my bra, his elegant hands squeezed my breasts as I finished the last buttons on his shirt and helped him wriggle out of it. The first time we fucked on his sofa we had taken things a lot slower, but after three weeks together our sexual appetites had increased ten fold, and by the time his evening work was done, I would be aching for him.

He pushed me onto my back, I gushed with excitement, my panties were ripped down, and he reached for his fly and tugged it open. We continued to lick each others’ tongues, I felt his left hand push my legs apart and glide around my silky wetness; she opened for him. He inserted his graceful fingers and gently teased me with soft strokes in and out. My moans were long and high pitched in his ear, my wet flower clenched around him.

“Oh fuck… I love how tight you are for me baby girl,” he breathed.

“Mmmm… All for you” I whispered.

He withdrew his fingers and pulled down his trousers and shorts.

“Are you ready?” he asked huskily in my ear.

“You know that I am…” I replied.

He carefully lay over me, his arms underneath my thighs; I lifted them and wrapped them around his waist tightly. He shifted and I squeezed him closer, using my legs to draw him inside me; his entry was quick and skillful. We moaned together as every inch of him pushed deeper, sliding along my inner walls and sending waves of electric pleasure through my body. He grasped my legs and thrust into me again and again; he knew how to keep a perfect rhythm that would make me wail.

“Ahh, aahh, fuck… I love you baby girl” he groaned. He bit his lip, his eyes were closed, his flop of hair already damp over his glistening face, he was beautiful.

“Mmm I love you more,” I panted in his ear. I felt so safe nestled underneath him. He had told me he loved me on only our third meeting, it was one of the most amazing evenings I spent with him, but a little sappy for gonewild…

He reached over and grabbed the arm of the sofa, pulling himself deeper and pounding me faster. My breath caught in my throat, my stimulation was building and I could feel him increasing in size with every heavenly pulse. The sheer exhilaration of being thoroughly fucked by my gorgeous teacher makes me gush every time I recall it- these were magical evenings.

“Ooh my god…Rebecca I thought of this all day long” he gasped

Every muscle in my body tensed, my nails dug into his shoulder, I cried his name.

“Andy…b-baby… Do it harder… do it harder”

He totally consumed me; growling in my ear as he readied to cum inside me- the part I loved most. I watched him carefully, he never told me when he was about to do it, but I could recognise his signs… He rose to his knees, his grip tightening, his mouth open and his face flushing pink; I panted with him.

“Give it to me darling” I purred “make me yours forever”

His eyes opened, sobbing sounds escaped his blushing lips, and he looked straight into my own streaming eyes as he shot his precious nectar hard into my young body… I arched my back, my legs gripped him inside me with everything I had and he held me tightly in place as he fully unloaded the stresses of his day into his good little pupil; it was my pleasure to relieve him. He exhaled with a loud sigh and collapsed quivering on top of me, our bodies shook together and his damp chest heaved against my own. My legs released him and fell limply to his sides, I could feel his heart pounding, I held his head to my breasts and gently stroked his thick hair, the sexy flop at the front hung around his eyes; I swept it back so I could softly kiss his forehead. I loved him immensely.

As always, Mr. B and I lay together on his sofa for a while after the climax. We stroked warm hands up and down wet skin and we talked quietly…

“We should try actually going to the bedroom one evening” he said breathlessly. “Would you stay here with me on Saturday night?”

I felt a sudden rush of excitement as thoughts of rolling around beneath his sheets rolled around inside my head…

“I… I would need to tell my parents I’m staying with Hannah or somebody” I pondered.

He gently withdrew from me and pulled our sex blanket around us.

“Whatever you need to do…Its quite a special occasion.”

His birthday.

“Ooh how old will you be Sir” I teased him. I knew he was turning 43.

The almost 25 year age gap between us bothered Andrew a lot more than it bothered me. He looked considerably younger than his years and I was always more interested in his personality, his conversation and his experience. Sometimes I felt in over my head, particularly in matters surrounding our sexual relationship. For our first sleepover together, and as a birthday treat; I decided to dress in full lingerie for him. I didn’t own any and had never dressed up like that before, but I rose to the challenge, and purchased everything for the occasion. I had no idea what Mr. B liked in underwear, mine was usually removed quickly and thrown aside, but I chose something that made me feel sexy, and look grown- up.

We arranged for me to arrive at his house at 7pm; as always. I wore his favourite dress, and underneath I harboured a birthday surprise: a delicate cream lace corset with straps and lace suspenders attached to beautiful flesh coloured silk stockings with white lace tops. My cream lace panties were missing their crotch. I was fluttering with excitement as I walked down the quiet leafy streets to his house. I stopped when I reached the door and felt underneath my dress to check my stockings were still attached to my suspenders… everything was in tact; I rang the door bell.

“Baby girl…” Andrew said softly as he opened the door to me. My anxieties melted away when I saw him, I remember that he looked sexier than ever. He wore a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his bare arms were long and slender. His hair swept over his forehead in thick waves, his green eyes were sultry, his smile was cheeky.

We embraced each other tightly as soon as the door closed behind me. He pulled me close to him, burying his face in my hair, the house was very quiet and I relished in the sounds of his soft contented sighs as he held me in his arms. Before our bodies parted, he did exactly what I knew he would; his warm left hand touched the back of my leg, unsuspectingly crept up my thigh and met the lace at the top of my stocking. He stopped abruptly.

“Well, well, well…” he whispered, pulling away from me. His voice was seductive and husky.

Andrew stroked both hands up the sides of my legs, lifting the dress and fully inspecting my stockings and knickers with a look that came close to disbelief.

“Oh my…goodness what a naughty girl”

I was delighted. He made me feel like his queen.

“its your birthday Baby” I said shakily.

“It certainly is…” He pulled me close again. “Oh God I love you”.

Tonight, there would be no lesson plans, no instant coffee, no waiting… he took my hand and led me upstairs to his bed, I knew I wouldn’t be coming down again for a while.

We barely made it through the door of his large bedroom before I couldn’t contain my excitement and emotions for him; I turned to him and took hold of his neck, pulling him towards me, I pushed my tongue between his lips and deliciously explored every millimetre of his mouth. He wrapped his arms around my waist and heaved our forms together in a tight embrace, I melted into him, our tongues danced wildly around each other like birds copulating mid- fight. I clutched hold of his head, my fingers ran through his thick hair, the absence of the crotch in my underwear made my pussy extra sensitive, and my physical desire for him ever more apparent. Something about spending all night with him in his most private place turned me on unbelievably.

I suddenly had new powers; my lingerie was a suit of armour, Mr. B was hard against my leg; there was only one thing for it: I broke away from our kiss and ran my hands down his body as I slowly dropped to my knees in front of him… He sighed deeply and reclined against his bedroom wall, his breathing quickened as he waited for me to finish opening his fly. I was so desperate to pleasure him with my mouth again that I reached straight into his shorts, took hold of his manhood and pulled it out so I could first devour it with my eyes. His cock truly was a thing of beauty; both soft and hard at the same time, and I loved how hot it felt in my hand. Sometimes I would grasp hold of it and gently squeeze; it would jerk up involuntarily, the way a happy puppy wagged his tail…

I wasted no time showing my appreciation for him; I laid his hardness on my flat, outstretched tongue and stroked up and down the entire underside of his shaft.

“Ahhh baaby… oh, you bad girl.” he groaned deeply and his head slowly fell back. My pussy gushed; I loved when he was totally at my mercy.

I opened my mouth wide and swallowed him whole, clasping my lips tightly around the base and pulling them up to his shining wet tip. I traced every exquisite ridge and when I reached his head I sucked gently and swirled my tongue around. I savoured the feeling of his twitches as he hardened, and the sound of his breathless moans. I alternated between sucking and licking; occasionally I released him from my mouth and used my hand to lightly milk tiny dew drops of pre cum fluid from his tip, it glistened like a beautiful gem sitting at the top of his shining crown before I stole each one away with my hungry tongue. He rested his hands lightly on the back of my head and stroked through my hair with his finger tips, all I wanted to do in that moment was take him to heaven.

“Ohhhhh fuck, Rebecca” He whispered. Hearing him say my name like that always drove me wild.

I increased my speed and tightened my lips, my mouth slurped up and down Andrew’s dick; he was drawing every drop of pleasure he could take from me while I excitedly prepared myself for his ecstatic release. Suddenly I felt his hands squeezing my shoulders, I opened my eyes, he was attempting to slow me.

“…Darling…” he gasped.

I withdrew my mouth. “Does it not feel good baby?” I asked.

It feels unbelievable Rebecca, really” he reassured. “I just rather hoped that if we finally got to the bedroom we might at least make it to the bed?”

“I got carried away..” I stammered. “I’m sorry”.

He stroked both graceful hands down my face and smiled at me.

“I want you all night” he murmured.

I was truly on fire. I pushed my body towards his and took hold of his lingering erection. His lithe hands stroked up the back of my silky legs, he caressed my lips with his and he moaned into my mouth as his fingers glided further and further up my dress….

“Let’s see what you have under here then my dear” he whispered softly whilst he circled behind me like a stalking leopard…I was his delicate pray.

We stood in front of the large mirror fixed to his wall at the foot of his bed and I watched him massage my back and shoulders before very slowly pulling the zip down on the back of my dress. The more he revealed, the hungrier his expression became…my heart raced.

“Ohhh God…oh baby girl”

Eventually the straps of my dress finally fell, and the whole thing tumbled to the floor. Mr. B gazed at me, open mouthed, he was speechless for a while; I stood in front of him in my cream and white lingerie; my mating display. I nervously stroked my hands over my hips.

“Is this what you like?” I asked meekly.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” he gasped.

I sighed happily. I had been so eager to please him, and worried my inexperience would let me down.

“I’ve never worn anything like this before” I said as I smoothed my stockings. I watched Andrew carefully in the mirror as he stood behind me. His eyes were closed, he teased my neck with loving kisses and smoothed the sides of my bare arms with his hands. I reached an arm up and held his neck, reclining my head back against him.

“Darling, did you notice the front of my knickers?” I whispered into his ear.

He came out of his trance, his hands were pulsing softly over my lace breasts. I looked at him in the mirror and waited with bated breath for his eyes to swoop down and regard the missing panel in my underwear; my neat little pussy lay in anticipation for him to catch sight of her peeping at him through the wide open lace doorway.

“Ohhh my god..” he gasped quietly. “Ohh my baaaby girl, what a treat you are..”

He couldn’t resist. My breathing quickened, I held his neck, his adroit and graceful left hand left my breast longing and tumbled down towards my waiting wet flower. I observed the reflection as willowly fingers meet my dripping petals, two fingertips tenderly prised them open and swept up some of her moisture before gliding upwards to the beautiful pearl nestled between the silky folds. They tickled her expertly; circling around and around with just the right amount of pressure.

“Ohhh Andrew…baaaby” I wailed, my head rolled back into his shoulder, my hands clutched him.

“mmmm, darling, you’re so, so juicy” he murmured.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me” I panted.

He slid down to my opening and sunk his fingers inside, I purred wildly. His lips teased my neck, his arms wrapped around me, his warm body pressed against my back. I glanced in the mirror at our entwined forms; I was his innocent Eve, tempted by the coiling serpent.

“I want you so badly… please” I cried softly.

He slowly withdrew his fingers and released my body. I turned to face him.

“Let me take you to bed my baby girl” he whispered.

Andrew took hold of my waist and lifted me up off ground, his hands squeezed my ass and I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his excitement brushing my inner thigh through his shorts; I teased his lips with soft kisses as he carried me to his bed. We lay down together, Mr B on top of me, my lace clad body heaved underneath him his hands felt like soft feathers sweeping over my skin. He slid his fingers under my suspender straps and gently snapped them against my thighs.

“You never looked so beautiful” he sighed.

“I love you, I wanted to do something nice for you.” I said.

I combed through his gorgeous thick hair with my fingertips, his wet lips caressed my skin and explored all around my body; My neck, my breasts, my navel…my thigh.. I felt his hot exhales on my bare pussy…oh god…oh god.. He lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders, pushed back the lace panties, then went straight to work on my soaking wet cunt. His oral technique was indescribable (although I endeavour to put it into words), when he knew he had found the most effective rhythm, he diligently stayed with it till I gained maximum pleasure… and tonight was no exception. He began gently easing his tongue between my lips, then he flicked it upwards slowly over my clit; this made me moaned breathlessly- but he knew he could do better… He opened his mouth and took my entire pussy, magical orb of pleasure in the centre, into his mouth and rubbed his tongue over my most eye watering area until my eyes were indeed watering… I clutched his head, my legs became weak, and he held me tightly; not wanting to lose his place while I squirmed. In between my ecstatic cries I could hear the exquisite sounds of his almost mechanical tongue fluttering on my clit; lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick…not slowing for a second. I was hanging over the mountain ledge again, my skin clammy, my hair disheveled, I screamed at him;

“Oh god, Oh baby, Oh god, ohh god…Andy…baby.. don’t stop, don’t stop, oh fuck, don’t stop..!!”

He never stopped, not till he was satisfied I could take no more. I panted wildly, I yelled loudly, I grasped tightly…I pleaded desperately… then I came… heavenly. My little body shook violently as the waves surged through every limb, my eyes were transfixed on Mr. B’s white ceiling, and I screamed so intensely I barely noticed him tearing at what little remained of his clothes and pulling me into position. He pushed his body onto mine, he pushed his skilful little tongue into my mouth, and he pushed his delicious rock- hard cock deep into my quivering pussy. I yelped and grabbed hold of his arms; he stopped immediately.

“Baby?!” he stammered, searching my face “Sweetheart, are you alright?”

He knew that after I climax from foreplay, I like to be entered right away; preferably while my inner muscles are still contracting. But he worried on this occasion that he had forgotten his manners, and hurt me in some way. He hadn’t, but I realised quickly that I wanted to control him, to conquer him as he had just done me. Before now we had only ever made love in missionary, I wanted to ride him like Pegasus to Mount Olympus; a warrior goddess in lace armour.

“Yes, yes..I’m fine” I reassured him. “But… do you mind…can I go on top?”

His eyes grew wide, he smirked at me…was I a worthy challenger of his dominance?

“Oh my god” he laughed “Well, well what a naughty girl you are!”

I smiled wildly at him, he was teasing me; I’m 5”1, I was only eighteen, and a slim dress size. I had to overthrow him. I clutched his shoulders and wrestled him off me, we rolled around on his bed together before I could grasp his wrists and hold him down on his back, he still laughed hysterically but I wasn’t deterred- he had no idea how much trouble he was in.. I straddled him, he struggled as he attempted to free his wrists but I pushed my weight down against him, he breathed heavily.

“Are you ready for me?” I whispered

“Oh fuck baby, I’m so ready for you…” he panted.

I shuffled forward still holding his wrists, he looked into my eyes, I averted from his gaze as I couldn’t concentrate. I could feel him; still hot and rock- solid against my inner thigh, I rolled my body over him, trying to align my ready lock with his key… finally I felt myself sink over his tip, we both gasped. With my target at last identified I allowed our eyes to meet again, and I slowly lowered my body. inch by glorious inch he sunk inside my tight tunnel, she squeezed around him. The further he burrowed, the wider his mouth opened and the deeper he moaned. My legs pressed hard against his sides, my fingers coiled around his hands, and like a boa constrictor devouring her kill whole; I consumed him.

“Ahhh, oh god, baaby girl…you…you feel incredible” He sighed and stroked my hands with his fingers. He was reclined against his soft sheets. He jerked around inside me; waiting for me to unleash the full force of my desire on him, but I suddenly felt very self-conscious. I had never been in this position before, I was terribly exposed, and I didn’t know what to do…

Andrew sensed my anxiety; he sat up slowly and embraced me, pushing his fingers through my hair and kissing my neck. Our warm bodies deeply connected, our lips met and we purred in synchronicity. After a while I realised I was instinctively rocking back and forth on his lap, and his breathing had become shaky. My tight pussy was gripping him tighter and the pleasure vibrating through our bodies caused by the friction from my motion was instructing me how to perform. Andrew pulled his mouth away from our kiss and panted, I could feel his hardness rubbing on my inside front wall, I had never felt it that way before- but I wanted it more and more; I rocked harder.

“Lie back baby, I want to ride you hard” I instructed.

Mr. B did as he was told.

“Ohhh My good girl”, he purred. “Fuck…My good, cleaver girl”.

It was so much easier to manoeuvre when he lay back down, and the sight of him gasping whilst trapped beneath my writhing body excited me to the core. I rested my hands on his legs behind me and grinded harder, bouncing slightly with every thrust of my pelvis. I closed my eyes, my long hair brushed my breasts as it tossed around and the bed shook so violently that the wooden headboard behind Andrew’s pillow began to crash rhythmically against the wall. The waves of pleasure were so intense my sinuses quickly became blocked and my eyes streamed, I cried and cried as I pounded harder and faster; bang, bang, bang, bang… the wood smashed hard against the wall.

“Ahhh Fuck, baby, baby…oh just like that…my clever girl, my clever girl” Andrew wailed underneath me.

Although my vision was blurred from the eye- watering intensity of the building orgasms, I could still see his face; his head was back, mouth open, eyes gazing over and looking straight up. He reached up and grabbed hold of my hips with two clammy hands, I could feel him pulling and pushing me. He raised his knees up behind me and began to very slightly thrust upwards. Both our bodies now glistened with perspiration and I started to feel very hot under my lace lingerie, but Andrew’s hands grasping my suspender straps while I mounted him like a wild horse was worth overheating for alone. As usual we moved perfectly, like we were no longer separate entities but unified by our ecstasy together. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…

“Mmm, aaaahhhh, baaaby giirl, nearly, nearly, just a little more, just a bit more”

His upward thrust intensified, he plunged deeper and deeper and I grinded harder and faster. Bang, bang, bang, bang…

“Oh fuck me baby girl… ahh, ahhh…I’m gonna cum so fast” he sobbed.

The end was nigh; I felt the familiar tightening and his dick became a solid force, a powerful engine piston. It was more difficult to keep a rhythm; my legs were weak and my body screamed, I closed my eyes and yelled loudly, suddenly the upwards thrust from Andrew was stronger than my grinding motion. He was holding his breath and periodically gasping when he was forced to exhale and suck more air in… he was very close.

“I love you, I fucking, fucking love you” He cried out. I must admit I had to stifle a laugh at that point, his feelings were so intense; one ‘fucking’ just didn’t cut it.

“Andy… you’re so romantic…. I fucking love you more” I panted with a slight giggle.

His face flushed again, his eyes were shut tight, beads of sweat dripped down his face and his flop of chestnut hair was completely soaked. The head board bang, bang, banged on the wall. I clenched him tightly and watched him, this was the best view I would ever get of his stunning climax face…

He suddenly rose up from the bed and wrapped both arms around me, he threw his head back and shouted at the ceiling, holding me down and still in his tight grasp… I clutched hold of his wet shoulders and dug my nails in… the headboard grew silent. We yelled together as the frantic pounding turned into soft, deep pulses; I could feel his cock twitching and gushing.

“Give me it all” I gasped in his ear. “Every drop”.

“ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh” he moaned, releasing three more shots upwards, deep inside my delicate teenage body. He held me still the whole time, I lay my head on his shoulder and savoured the gentle rocking of his hips. My nose was very blocked, I sniffed hard, tears suddenly sprang to my eyes and I could have sobbed into his neck…

“I think my neighbours might come knocking in a moment..” He gasped with a contented laugh. “You are so amazing Rebecca.” He cradled my face in his hot palms and kissed my lips tenderly.

“I love you Andy” I whimpered.

“I love you more baby girl”

He lay back on the bed, I slid off him and cuddled up beside him, resting my head on his chest, our bodies rising and falling together as we basked in the afterglow of our love-making. He stroked his hands over my lace lingerie and massaged my head with his fingertips. The sun was still setting, even though at that time it was around 9.30 in the evening, the bedroom walls were glowing yellow around us from the blazing sky outside the window. I glanced up at his face; his eyes were closed, his flop of hair hung in his eyes again and his face was youthful and glowing; I had never loved him more.

“Andy…” I sat up slightly and looked in his face. “Was I good student?”

His body shuffled as he laughed.

“A – star”. He murmured.

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