Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Eleven

Almost 6 weeks had passed since Ariel had last seen Mr. Kennedy. She’d tried messaging him, but never got any responses and wasn’t daring enough to try to show up at his house. After the third week, she’d found out by overhearing a conversation between two teachers, that Nick was on paternity leave. There was no way for her to inconspicuously get more information on Lakewood High’s paternity leave policy, specifically how long it was, so Ariel had no option but to suffer through the sudden, unexpected abstinence. Unwillingly.

Without Nick to keep her at bay, Ariel experienced the true force of her hormones. She woke up horny, stayed horny all day, and went to bed horny just to wake in the middle of the night horny. It was exhausting and felt like torture. Her pussy would swell up and leak at the thought of Mr. Kennedy’s voice… No matter where she was or what she was doing. Which, depending on the context of either, a red hue would tint her cheeks and the nervousness would just draw more heat into her pussy, make it throb and glisten. If she dared to relive the memory of his heavy, rigid cock, her pussy would get so tender between her legs, the slightest touch would drive her mad. If a breeze picked up, if her uniform skirt brushed up against it, she would have to stop in her tracks to not respond to the pleasure that ripped through her. Sometimes she would be walking through the halls and her skirt would graze her pussy lips through her panties, and Ariel would stop, tense up suddenly with a gasp, trying not moan. It would thump heavily against her seat in Mr. Kennedy’s math class, despite the substitute, with just the room reminding her of how mouthwatering his cock tasted in her throat.

It felt like she’d experienced the mountains and been abruptly placed back into the slums. When she was a virgin, she didn’t know what she was missing… she didn’t know how good it truly did feel, especially with her pussy still so tight and sensitive. Feeling Mr. Kennedy’s thick cock push through the tightness, even when it was so tight he had to work it open… until he finally pushed it in, and she could feel her walls sink down, throbbing around it, and it filled her up so much she could feel it in her belly… it changed everything. She couldn’t even look at a man similar to Mr. Kennedy without wanting to be bent over and choked. Her pussy was so sore all the time, throbbing so painfully she could cry. She tried using her fingers but it never felt satisfying enough. She’d even tried using the handle of a hairbrush, but it just didn’t stretch her pussy open like Mr. Kennedy’s cock did, didn’t have the same warmth thrusting into her.

So on Tuesday, when she showed up to school, Ariel didn’t even bother doing her hair or makeup. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and dragged herself through her classes, feeling exhausted as her pussy leaked, already swollen when she woke up. When she got to her math class, she didn’t even bother looking at the teacher. She knew she’d just be disappointed. Instead she slipped into her seat, relished in the feeling of pressure against her plump lips, and laid her head on her desk, frustrated. A few minutes passed before the teacher spoke, and when he did she felt her heart leap in her chest.

“Alright, open your books to page 632. We’re going to be covering Rolle’s theorem today. ”

She could recognize that voice anywhere. When she looked up, sure enough he was there. And somehow just looking at him made her whole body feel like it was on fire. Her arousal practically flooded out of her. Her back arched involuntarily, and she felt her pussy leave the surface of the seat, aching to be fucked from behind. Her nipples, sensitive, hardened to a point against her shirt, poking through the thin white fabric. She mentally had to fight to keep her hands where they were, not to indulge in the pleasure and touch them. On her face, however, a huge smile cut through her cheeks, her pearly white teeth on full display.

Mr. Kennedy seemed to cast her a glance, and subsequently try to hide his own smile after seeing how much she was beaming. He looked a bit different. His face looked more tired than it had two months ago, and he had started to grow a beard, which admittedly, Ariel thought magnified his masculinity tenfold. His voice seemed gruff with fatigue as he taught, but for once in the last 6 weeks, Ariel didn’t mind paying attention in class.

The class seemed to drag on forever with how badly she wanted to be alone with him. The sound of the bell was like sweet relief. The rest of the students shuffled out of his class, but she stayed put. Never moving from her seat. Her panties were wet between her legs, her pussy throbbing and raw.

The door closed with the last student, and she watched as he sauntered over to it, silent, and heard the click of the lock. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest. She felt as nervous now as she had the first time he’d fucked her.

Neither of them said a word. Mr. Kennedy approached his desk, instead, straightening out a stack of tests and pushing his laptop closed. Then he turned around and began advancing towards Ariel. He stopped in front of her desk and she gazed up at him, into those familiar blue eyes, feeling a warmth spread through her abdomen. He seemed very serious, even as he took her chin in his hand lovingly, and demanded she unbutton her shirt.

Ariel did as he said, until he told her to stop once her tits were exposed to him. Her puffy nipples were pointed, turned upward for him. Relaxed, he took one between his large fingers and squeezed it gently. Ariel felt pleasure rip through her, and now she felt free… she moaned and sighed in relief all at once. Her self control dissolved. Ariel’s petite hands reached out to touch his cock through his slacks before her, she could see how hard it was getting through the pants. But Nick caught her wrist before she could feel it. She peered up at him in near-agony, begging him with her eyes. “Please?” she whispered, her voice cracking from how desperately she needed it.

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he guided her wrist away from him, and very slowly unzipped his pants. As they fell, she inhaled a measured breath, trying to control herself . His cock bulged out heavier through his light grey boxers. For a moment, she had to close her eyes, mouth dropped slightly open, to focus on not touching it before he allowed her to. Instead, he made her watch him touch it. He cupped it firmly with his large hand, giving it a gently squeeze, before rubbing at it, as if it too was sore. Between Ariel’s legs, her pussy swelled up around the tightness of her hole, wet and aching. She caught her plump lower lip between her teeth, and Mr. Kennedy used that same hand to cup her face now, lovingly.

Then he reached into his boxers, and pulled his cock out. It fell onto her desk with a thud. Right on top of the test she hadn’t turned in yet. It was completely stiff. Rock hard and scorching hot, bulging with veins, girthy and thick. Laying there on her test.

“Suck on it.” He demanded.

The girl looked up at him one last time, feeling like she was in shock. It had been so long since she’d been able to taste him… and now here he was, suddenly, wanting her to put it in her mouth again.

“Suck on it,” he demanded again, picking it up himself and guiding it through her lips. She only was able to hold his gaze as he fed it to her. The moment her tongue rubbed into the underside of his cock, tasting it, feeling the ridges of his arousal… her eyelids fell closed with relief. She advanced forward, sucking it into her throat with quiet desperation, eager, tasting it on the way. It filled her mouth so much her lips pouted around it. And she continued to advance forward, swallow it back, until her button nose was flush to his pelvis. She relished in the feeling of it choking her, the smell of it flooding her nostrils. With her face reddening, she glided her tongue slowly over his balls, desperate to taste more. The movement caused her throat to buck around his cock. As she sputtered and choked, he reached his hand out to secure it tightly around her neck, squeezing to fully cut off her air. She blinked open her hooded eyes for him, looking up into his lovingly. Mr. Kennedy squeezed her throat harder, and she felt her hearing dull out, and as he began thrusting into her throat, drool leaked out around the base of it, hanging from Ariel’s mouth.

Her drool collected on her test, soaking through it, but neither noticed. She moaned against the impact, but the thickness of his cock stifled them. Ariel’s pussy throbbed intensely when Nick grabbed the back of her head, and pushed it completely down her throat. She could only stay there for a few seconds before she started to really choke against it, and then he retreated to rub the underside into her tongue, using one hand to slap her face as he did so. “Is your pussy wet, Miss. Bosche?” Nick’s tone demanded an answer. Ariel nodded eagerly with his cock still in her mouth, blinking up at him.

Nick pulled his cock from Ariel’s mouth, dragging cords of slobber with it. Drool hung from her mouth and chin as he tugged her from her seat and bent her over its desk. Before he even saw her pussy, he caught a glimpse of the streak of liquid on the seat. Aggressively, he hooked his fingers into her panties and yanked them down. Ariel was arching her back for him now, to show her pussy to him. It was just as he’d remembered it… swollen and extremely tight, leaking, ready for the impact of his cock to open it.

Mr. Kennedy rubbed the head of his cock into her folds, from her clit up, until he reached her tiny hole. He’d forgotten their… ratio. Just how tight it was. How it always looked like he’d never be able to fit his cock inside, because it looked like he’d never be able to get it open around it.

Ariel’s eyes rolled into the back of her head at the feeling of his hard cock rubbing through her pussy lips. She moaned in frustration, begging him. “Please, Mr. Kennedy. *Please*.”

Nick slapped her ass violently and Ariel squeaked. “Don’t fucking talk back to me.”

She responded with only moans now, quiet. He could tell how badly she needed this.

Nick took a fistful of her hair through the bun, and tugged her back, centering her. There was resistance as he began pushing through the tightness, so much so that he had to pull back and work through it. She leaked heavily around his cock, until he finally squeezed it in. He shoved it to the hilt once it accommodated his size, her walls maddeningly tight around him. He looked down at it moving through her pussy as he began thrusting. Her pussy hole was clinging to his cock as he fucked her. His eyes dropped closed as they momentarily fell into a rough but tempo’d pace. The sound of her ass slapping into his pelvis echoed through the room. He used both hands now to anchor himself, holding onto fistfuls of her ass. It pushed out against his pelvis, rounding even more, every time he pushed his cock into her cervix. He felt the aggression rip through him to fuck her as hard as he possibly could. He yanked her over to the other side of the desk, so that he could prop one foot up on the seat to give himself more power in his thrusts. He pounded violently into her, the chair screeching against the floor as it was moved with their movements. Beneath him, Ariel gasped against her pleasure, bucking her hips back against Mr. Kennedy. She squeaked out her moans between those gasps. Her tits bounced in her blouse with the momentum, nipples perky and outward. Until suddenly she was yelling out as her pussy involuntarily and violently squeezed down on his cock, and he rammed through the building orgasm, intensifying it. He stroked something deep inside of her that caused her to suddenly and completely arch her back, causing it to push in even deeper. She squirmed against Mr. Kennedy, her ass flush to his pelvis, and screamed out as waves of pleasure overtook her. Below, Mr. Kennedy could feel Ariel pulsating around him, contracting rapidly and violently, almost pushing him out of her. But he kept her steady and kept his cock lodged deep inside of her as her orgasm exploded around him. Nick felt the tug of pleasure just moments before he erupted inside of her, deep pleasurable relief filling him at the same time that he filled her. Mr. Kennedy’s cum pumped densely inside of Ariel’s pussy and as he tried to catch his breath, he thrusted it deeper inside, up to her cervix.

God. How they both missed each other.

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