I fucked my kid’s teacher. [FM]

So it’s been a while since I wrote one of these, but one sweet person on here inspired me to get back into it. Life is long so there’s tons of material… I chose this one because it happened quite recently, and also it seems you lovely perverts really enjoy reading about anal sex with people I really shouldn’t be fucking, so here it is.

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My older kid switched schools recently, and got a new “mentor”, which is the modern way of saying class teacher or head teacher or whatever. First impressions were quite mixed from my end. Hanna, as she’s called, is pretty much the typical timid artsy woman, with a weak voice, always dressed in muted colors, ill-fitting knits, zero makeup, and her bright orange hair in a strict ponytail. She’s the kind of person that almost blends into the wall, and I was worried she’d get run over by a bunch of boisterous pre-teens.

A couple of months into the semester, time came around for the parent-teacher conference, and with low expectations I showed up late on a Wednesday afternoon. Hanna was already there, with a neat stack of papers in front of her. I’d had a beer for lunch, which I think was why I didn’t think twice about joking “this looks like fun!”. She looked up with a stern look just before she let out a laugh, saying something like “you have no idea, I’ve done ten of these already today”. At least I was the last one for the day it turned out, and we went ahead with the charade of taking the feedback seriously (my kid is a good student, so not much to report really).

During our chat I started noticing little things, like how smooth her pale freckled skin is, or how she was wearing a skintight turtleneck underneath her typical brown/grey cardigan, very subtly hinting at the shape of her breasts. I got her to laugh a couple times with little references to feminist theory, since I sensed that was a bit of a passion of hers. Something like what Toril Moi would think of pre-teen tik tok posts, with literature vs reality and all. Every time she laughed, her cheeks flared up, and it made her look so cute with those pale orange freckles suddenly standing out. As we neared the end of our twenty-minute time slot, I was feeling it.

While she started gathering her things, I asked her about herself, and it turned out she’s 29, had aimed for an academic career but got fed up with domineering professors at grad school (she’d been working on a doctorate in something to do with feminist reading of fantasy which actually makes sense but apparently not so much to the male, senior members of staff), so here she was teaching instead. She was headed out to train cross-country skiing, which meant using those silly ones with wheels since there was no snow yet. It seemed it was quite a passion of hers, and she was training for some major event later this winter.

On the way out, I said something about how a drink never tastes better than after working out, and she admitted that she’d be going for a beer after. “You should come by, I always go to Bar XXX, I like talking to you”, she said, and I was pretty sure there was a hint in there seeping through the breezy cordiality. As I got in my car, I was debating whether this was a good idea or not, and then she turned around and sent the sweetest smile my way, making it clear she actually wanted it.

So later I headed there under the pretext of just feeling like a drink. Hanna was at the bar, still in her training tights, her hair all flowy as opposed to the normal strictness, which together with her rosy cheeks made her look like health personified. She looked over as I came toward her, flashed a bright smile and then quickly looked down. She was clearly conflicted as well. “I never thought you’d actually show up!” she blurted, shyly looking away with her bright blue eyes. “Yeah well, I come here for drinks every once in a while myself, plus getting to know my kid’s teacher is important after all”.

Once I had a beer in hand, I started realizing that she’d probably had a couple already, since she quickly fell into telling me the story of how she’d recently had to move to this part of town after a breakup, how much she hated her tiny apartment and having to teach to pay the rent, and I honestly had a slightly hard time following or even being part of the conversation. While she was talking I couldn’t help looking at her, almost completely zoning out of her story, since the tight workout gear really was showing her off. I could follow the edges of her sports bra clearly showing through her top around a pair of perfectly round breasts despite the squishing effect of the bra, down over a tiny little waist with a smoothly curved waistline, flowing into wide hips for her petite frame, and a beautiful arch of her back that sitting on a barstool helped accentuate. I was almost surprised at feeling that familiar tingling in my groin.

“So why did you break up?”, I asked her, snapping out of my gawping.
“You want the real answer or the official one?”
“I guess the real one?”
“He, um… I can’t believe I’m talking about this, let’s just say a medical issue got in the way.”
I couldn’t help laughing at the weirdness of my kid’s teacher strongly hinting at her boyfriend suffering from erectile dysfunction. “…I mean there were a lot of things that didn’t work in our relationship. He just wanted to focus on his research, I like sports while he doesn’t, you know, the list goes on…”.
“Yeah, I know it’s always complex. But you’re saying he bored you and didn’t fuck you right?” I was now on my second or third beer and I guess that helped with the bluntness.
“You drink really quickly don’t you?”, she said and looked up at me, putting her hand on my thigh.
“I guess I do”, I shrugged, looking her in the eye, and then down at her hand lightly placed on my leg. I put my hand on hers and pressed it against me, and then further up my leg, suddenly becoming aware that I was hard underneath my jeans. The silence lingered as I slowly pushed her hand higher up, until her hand reached the tip of my cock, bulging through my jeans, tightly pressed against my thigh.

I remember this bit so clearly, because she surprised me by grabbing quite firmly at it, rubbing me through the fabric so I almost forgot we were in conversation. Looking up at her, she was now even rosier than before, shyly meeting my gaze. “You want to get out of here?” I half asked, half stated, downing the last of my beer. She took a bit long to reply, so I lightly grabbed her hair at the base of her neck pulling her head back ever so slightly until she faced me, saying “come on then, let’s get out of here” or something equally cheesy. A slight tug at her hair made her gasp, before she stood up, regaining her composure. She shook her body as if to get the tension out, grabbed her things and purposefully walked out.

“Fuck I hope I have something to drink at home”, she said, clearly nervous now that the cold October air was hitting her. “I think we’ll be fine”, I replied, sliding my hand across the small of her back through the fabric of her tight gray training top underneath her puffy down jacket. Pulling her by the waist against me seemed to calm her down, and soon we were making small talk that got us back to hers within minutes. The apartment really was tiny, a narrow kitchen next to a single room with a Sylvia Plath quote on a massive poster on the wall, and lots of hippie kitsch strewn around the room. She went straight to the kitchen, reaching her tiny frame to the top cupboards, fumbling through glassware over the messy sink.

With two glasses on the countertop, she asked me to help her reach for the bottle of wine on the top shelf. Walking up behind her I, pressed her against the counter, pushing my groin into her ass, feeling the firmness of her little body. “You work out a lot?”, I asked her jokingly as I handed her the bottle. At 179 cm I’m not exactly a tall guy, but this girl was almost a full head shorter than me without shoes, and I could feel the scent of her, fresh and airy. Now she was fumbling with the bottle, as I ran my hands over her sides, up over her shoulders, grabbing her neck, pulling her hair from underneath, pressing my face into her. My hand found its way underneath her shirt, slowly gliding over her silky skin until I was grabbing her firm and full breasts through her bra. Hooking the edge with a finger, I found her nipple, stiff enough that I could squeeze it. That made her let out a gasp, and then she was grinding her ass against me.

The bottle finally open, she poured two glasses, and went on to take a full swig from one before squeezing her body around to face me. She put the glass down, and we kissed, her unbelievably soft pale pink lips pressing against mine. With her tongue aggressively pushing inside my mouth, holding her firmly by the hair with one hand, I led her hand to my cock with the other, wanting to continue where we left off at the bar. I could feel her relax slowly as we were grinding, and her grip on my cock got more deliberate, rhythmically gliding her hand over it. As our intense kissing subsided, I felt her hand gliding up, gripping the hem of my jeans. She just smiled and looked at me, her tussled hair only making her look more innocent with those big blue eyes, rosy freckled cheeks, and pale pink lips.

She took another deep swig of the wine, handing me the other glass that I still hadn’t touched. As I raised it to drink, she started unbuttoning my trousers, and I could feel her hand digging its way down my underwear, finding its way around my stiffness. Her hands felt like cool silk, and I couldn’t help letting out a moan despite my mouth being full of wine. Now she was pulling my sweater up, touching me frantically, and when I put my glass down I watched her glide down to a squat, her back against the counter, tugging at my trousers. Her pulling made me lose my balance, and I stumbled to find something to lean on, as I felt my cock spring free right next to her face. She just grunted as she pressed her face into my crotch, and I could feel her breathing against my balls, her grabbing my cock and pressing it against her face.

By now I was so turned on I could barely think, I just watched her. Hanna looked like she was barely there either, eyes closed, just licking my balls, her hand gripping me seeming so tiny. I remember smiling at her not being able to reach all the way around, as she started to jerk it slowly, before her tongue began licking its way up my shaft in a long, broad stroke. She pulled my foreskin back and pressed my glans against her lips, slowly letting me enter her mouth. Feeling her lips pressing against it, and the warmth of her mouth radiating up through my groin made me start pushing into her, but her other hand found my hip and held me still.

Being 42, I’ve had both good and bad blowjobs before, and nothing can make me lose the vibe as quickly as feeling that she doesn’t want it. Hanna was something else. She was grunting and moaning, pushing her head down on my cock slowly, her hand extending the motion with a firm grip. Feeling her tongue explore, pressing against the head, licking around the edges, and then relaxing so as she pushed down it felt like I was pressing into her, made it incredibly hard to not just start fucking her mouth. I was leaning on the counter just taking in the sensations, the grunting from Hanna, and how it seemed like my cock was going deeper and deeper with every stroke. “I’m going to cum if you keep going, this feels so good”, I told her assuming we’d move on to other things, but instead that was like pushing her button.

She let out a loud “mmmmmmmm” that vibrated through my groin, and grabbed my thigh, pulling her mouth down on my cock with soft force so that I could feel the tightness at the back of her throat gripping my glans with every stroke. It was just as good as before, but that grip and feeling warmth of her mouth reaching even further down my vibrating shaft got my mind racing. All I could think of was how she wanted me to cum, how she wanted me to cum in her mouth, how my cock was swelling up inside her mouth, until after a few strokes that felt like an eternity my orgasm shot warm ripples through my body. I could feel my cock pulsing in her mouth again and again, her grip tight on the shaft keeping me steady inside until it started to subside. Her hand slid over to my balls, lightly cupping the tight package they had formed underneath my cock, tugging at me so I couldn’t slide out. As I opened my eyes, I could hear her swallowing my cum, and I watched my cock slowly sliding out of her until she could look up at me with a teary-eyed smile.

“Holy fuck” was all I could think of to say. “I’ve wanted to do that since the start of semester”, she replied. She had a bit of a hard time standing up, and then she reached for the wine. I started buttoning my jeans, but she put her hand on mine and gestured toward her tiny living room/bedroom. Slumping down on her couch, I slowly started coming back to reality, and had a mouthful of wine. Seeing her all tussled in her tight outfit made me want to do her like she’d taken care of me. I ran my hands over her, grabbed her neck and kissed her, holding her firmly against me as my other hand found its way underneath her sweater, sliding over her unbelievably smooth skin until I could grab her breast through her sports bra. I was kissing her neck, fumbling to get my hand underneath the strong rubber band, desperately wanting to touch her, until I just sat up and pulled all of it off. Her skin was milky white with bright orange freckles all the way down her stomach, and two absolutely incredible breasts, perky and round, tiny pink little nipples moving with her heavy breathing.

Pushing them together I thought of how well a sports bra hides size, feeling her breasts flow out of my hands, and then my face was pressing against her, eagerly sucking a nipple into my mouth. I pressed it against my teeth with my tongue until I felt her breathing getting short, licked my way over to the other one, sucking her deep into my mouth. I just couldn’t get enough of her smoothness, but I wanted her pussy so fucking bad. I traced my way down her belly, until I was kissing the hem of her tights. I put my mouth on her mound, pressing my lips against her while breathing slowly into the fabric. Sitting up again to pull her tights off, I saw she had her eyes closed, looking away, with cute red spots from the excitement on her chest.

She was wearing a pair of modest pink panties underneath, that I traced with my tongue down her thigh, until I couldn’t take it anymore and just pulled them off too. This revealed the cutest little bright orange tuft of hair on her mound, and a neatly shaven little pussy, pale, pink and swollen. Closing my lips on it felt like kissing heaven. She tasted fresh and salty as I slowly pushed her open with my tongue, and before long we were pulsing against each other, her moaning in a low rhythmic voice, me looking up at her pinching her nipples, throwing her head from one side to the other. Feeling her tiny little clit glide over my tongue was exhilarating, but I wanted more. I started pushing my tongue inside her with every stroke, sliding my lips tightly down over her pussy, which made her push a little harder against me. I moved my hands from holding her hips still against me to lifting her thighs up a little, shifting her pussy to face me, and she moved along until my mouth was pressing right at her opening.

Her pussy was wet and smooth and open against my tongue, as I desperately pushed deep inside her to get as much of her taste as possible. I slid up over her clit again and again, wanting her to feel how much I loved her pussy in my mouth. By now her legs were pushed back against her belly, and looking at her wide open was as sexy as it was pretty, with her pale colors and tidy personality. Her asshole was facing me, almost as pink as her pussy, perfectly clean and silky smooth, and I couldn’t hold myself from just pressing my tongue against it. “Is this something I can do to you?” I asked her, just as I pushed my face between her ass cheeks. She let out a gasp, and I felt her tense up, before she relaxed and let me continue. I was so worked up that I wasn’t teasing, I was just pushing my tongue firmly against her asshole, sliding it over the warm velvety skin. Her faint moans were now a deeper “mmm”, so I reached a hand around to rub her tiny clit. This made her start grinding against me, so I just flipped her over on her belly in a decided motion, and gave her ass a firm slap before I spread her wide open with both hands and got what I wanted.

Her buttocks were firm and round, pressing against my face as I devoured her asshole, my hand underneath pushing against her mound, and my thumb finding its way to her clit. Wetness was flowing out of her pussy onto it making it slick, and every once in a while, I pushed my tongue inside her from behind to get a taste. She was grinding against me, and I soon felt her asshole relax, so my tongue could enter her, pushing as deep inside as I could reach. When I started getting sore, I pushed a finger inside her ass instead, slowly at first, but with just a couple thrusts it was all the way in. Watching my finger fuck her ass, her bucking against it, her pussy glistening and open just inches from my face was dirty and intensely sexy. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I wanted her to cum for me first.

My finger was pushing down firmly toward her pussy deep in her velvety asshole, and her wild moans and jerking hips told me she was close. I slid out of her and back in again a few times, before I added a finger, pressing it into her ass slowly but steadily. This made her hold her breath for a second, before my fingers found the wall against her pussy, pushing into her with force. She just went “aaaah” and started bucking again, and after just a few thrusts I could feel her pussy tense up against my fingers, and with uncontrolled bucking and short high-pitched squeaks, she came.

My hand underneath her was soaked, so I licked her juices off my fingers while I slowly slid out of her ass. “You’re dirty, I love it”, I told her as she lay there panting flat on her stomach, and then I slapped her ass, hard, a couple of times to wake her up. I straddled her thighs and guided my cock, which was so hard it was almost painful, toward her pussy. Leaning on her back to hold her down, I pushed easily all the way inside her warm wetness, and she let out another “aaaah” as my hips connected with her ass, all the way inside her. I started fucking her deep and hard, first leaning against her, and then grabbing her hair as I lay flat on top of her. She was bucking back against my weight but could barely move as my legs locked hers in place, wide apart. I pulled her by the hair to the side so we could kiss, her eagerly licking at my tongue even though our lips barely connected.

Sitting up I could see how wet she was making my cock, ridges of white cream building up on it as I pushed deep inside with every stroke. I held her ass open, and her ass cheeks were sticky and shiny, her little asshole glistening pink. I licked two of my fingers and pressed them against it, feeling it give way quicker than I’d expected, with a satisfied grunt from her. Feeling my cock inside her from within her asshole I realized how hard I was, and how hard I was fucking her. “You want it in the ass, don’t you?” I asked, getting a faint nod as she strained to look back at me. I slid my fingers out of her ass at the same time as my cock slid out of her pussy, and I grabbed her and held her open, just looking at her wide-open pussy before I let a stream of saliva drip onto her asshole. Grabbing my cock, I slowly pressed my glans against her asshole, watching her open up and stretch around it. I was trying to enjoy the sight, but it felt so good I pushed inside within seconds, her asshole gripping my cock just below the glans.

I lay down on her again, licking her ear as I listened to her breathing while my cock pushed inside her ass. As I got deeper, her breathing got heavier, and I pulled out slowly, before pushing back in. The grip of her hole soon started to relax, and we increased the pace until I was fucking her deep and steady, her firm buttocks slapping against my stomach with every stroke. She reached above her head and gripped my wrists as if to hold on, and started grinding back into me. It felt as if every stroke went deeper, her asshole now gripping the base of my cock, and her breathing became relaxed, shifting into faint pulsing grunts. I was fighting to hold back my orgasm, feeling how much she loved my cock in her ass just making me want to let my mind focus on the sensations.

I realized that pressure against her pussy seemed to work before, so I shifted my body upward until my cock was angled down, feeling the friction against the underside as I pushed inside her. This made it even harder not to cum, but it also raised the pitch of Hanna’s voice violently. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” she started moaning, and before long I felt that wonderful tensing of her body as she slid into her orgasm. Her body was making waves against my weight on her back, and she was clawing at my wrists above her head, while I struggled to keep the pace. After what felt like minutes, she slowed down, and I became aware I was dripping with sweat.

I sat myself up, grabbed her waist, and forcefully fucked her, watching my cock slide into her perfectly rounded ass, focusing all my attention on the feeling of my glans inside her. I just wanted to cum, and soon I could feel my cock swell up inside her. I spread her open, listening to her gasping with every stroke, and seeing her asshole stretched around me was all it took to push me over the edge. A sharp wave of orgasm hit me, and I watched my cock pulsing into her, holding her still so she could feel it. “God that was good” I told her as I slumped back down on top of her, my cock still twitching deep inside. We were both sweaty and slippery, and just lay there catching our breath for a while, before starting to feel cold from the sweat drying off.

With a bit of ungraceful shuffling, we managed to shift to our sides without me sliding out, and I grabbed her breasts and pulled me against her. “Well that was unexpected”, I told her, and she giggled as she tried to control her motion sliding off the couch to stand up. Half running to the bathroom, she said “This’ll take a minute”, and soon after I could hear the shower coming on. I was sipping on my wine as she came back out in a baby blue morning gown, with a radiating smile that made her blue eyes shine. “That was better than cross country training”, she laughed.

I got home before eleven, but had a hard time sleeping, going back over the evening again and again in my head. The next morning at drop-off, Hanna was back to her strict self, but did light up in a broad smile at me, and we exchanged numbers trying hard to keep casual with all the people around. “I’ll text you”, she said as I was leaving the school for work.

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