She is tall and blonde and beautiful–and 18 years old. I am 50. Two different worlds. I am her teacher, and she is near graduation. If she can pass my class, that is. She isn’t stupid at all. Just coasting. But I won’t let her coast through my English Lit class, even if she doesn’t like it and it makes her mad that I won’t let her cruise through my course. But god help me she is incredibly sexy. Shoulder length blonde hair and big green eyes and arched eyebrows and smooth creamy skin. Perfect. And she knows it. Her best friend Annabelle is in class and they sit together in the front row, often wearing very short skirts and crossing and uncrossing their long smooth legs. Fuck! To have my face between those young thighs.
One very memorable day they wore matching skirts and tops, and both had their hair in a ponytail. Their tops were tight with a deep v-cut. No bras. Just luscious mounds of tantalizing 18-year-old tit flesh. Firm and inviting. Displayed in front of me. Of course they found it necessary to lean forward multiple times. After asking me for “help.” Twice I saw nipples. Once for each of them. My god. My god. My fucking god. And my tortured cock. The strain of not popping a very visible boner was intense. And those little devils knew it. I was going over a paper at my desk. Something compelled me to look up. Oh fucking god! Dual spread leg panty shots. Anastasia wore white cotton panties and Annabelle’s were pink. I saw the edges of their little shaved pussies. I was afraid I might cum in my pants right there in class. I looked up and each of them had a smirk on her face. Anastasia winked at me. Fucking winked at me! The bell rang and they made sure to come to my desk and say “Hi” in sweet innocent voices, followed by more smirks. Then they walked away, asses swaying beneath their skirts. When the room was empty I put my head between my hands and sighed. They were incredibly seductive.
The next day was Friday and that’s when it happened. Late in the afternoon. The school was basically empty. I was being dutiful and grading papers. My room is in a corner of a fairly secluded part of rhe highschool. There was a knock on my door. A light knock. I went to the door and opened it to the sight of Anastasia and Annabelle, both smiling sweetly. Anastasia wore a ponytail and Annabelle pigtails. Both wore tight-fitting t-shirts and yoga pants. My mouth went dry. They smiled more, looking straight into my eyes, seemingly reading my mind. Seeing my lust, and the hesitation mixed with it. The consequences could be enormous for me.
“Hi Mr. Anderson. May we come in?” I was so nervous I couldn’t register which of them was speaking. There was a sense of inevitability about what was going to be happening, and this thrilled and terrified me. God those delicious bodies. Young. Fresh. Not so innocent. How many cocks had been in those little hands as a teenage boy sweated and groaned and did his best to fuck those hands as if they were pussies? How much hot cum had coated those fingers as they coaxed it from grunting young men? Had they sucked much cock? I imagined their sweet heads bobbing rhythmically as their mouths and tongues slobbered and drooled as their recipients moaned with pleasure, straining to find release in their suctioning mouths, sweaty asses flexing as they neared climax. Had they fucked? Spread their thighs to allow excited boys access to heaven? Balls slapping against their asscheeks as hard young cocks went deep and hard before swelling and climaxing amidst grunts and groans of satisfaction. Maybe they also took cock from behind, heads down and hot asses elevated targets.
“Come in ladies. What brings you here on a Friday afternoon?”
Anastasia looked straight at me. “You, Mr. Anderson. You bring us here.” They came into my room and went to my desk. They leaned over it and slowly swiveled their asses as I stood in disbelief. “Like it? Like what you see…Mr. Anderson?”
“Ye-es,” I managed to stammer. “Yes.”
“Then you’ll like this even better.” And they each pulled their yoga pants over their asses and to their knees. They were both wearing thongs, only their vulvas and assholes covered, and not completely. I stood frozen, then walked over to them. They giggled and shook their asses. “Touch them. Go for it. We all know it’s what you want.”
I took a deep breath and touched Annabelle’s asscheeks. So incredibly smooth. Athletically firm. I rubbed and cupped them.
“She’s bad. Spank her.”
“Spank me, Mr. Anderson. I’m soooooo bad.”
I smacked her ass with an open hand. “Yes daddy,” she whined. “Hard daddy. Hard.”
I gave her ass a healthy swat. Shit, was it too hard?
“Fuck yes daddy. Yessssss.”
“Spank her nasty butt good and hard. Make it hurt her.”
I began a series of firm, steady swats, one cheek and then the other. They began to redden. My cock was stiff in my underwear. Anastasia noticed. “Oh my, your dick is hard Mr. Anderson. Harder than yesterday in class.” Annabelle giggled. “Oh really?” I swatted extra hard. She jerked a little and grabbed her ass. “Ouch! Daddy!”
I removed her hands and pulled down her thong. Her pussy was wet. I fingered it softly. She moaned and wriggled. Feeling impulsive, I spread her asscheeks and began licking her dark asshole. “Aaaaaaaahhhhh! God yes Mr. Anderson.” Encouraged, I buried my face and really tongued her asshole. She groaned and pushed back against my face. “Annabelle loves having her ass eaten.” Anastasia pulled down her own thong and rubbed her vulva up and down. “My turn?” I moved over and began licking her pussy lips. She moaned in response. She was so sweet-tasting, and her pussy was nice and pink when it opened for me.
“Fuck us, Mr. Anderson. Please.”
I pulled out my cock and rubbed it all over Anastasia’s ass. She moaned. Then I pushed in with one slow and steady stroke. Fuuuuuuckkkkk she was tight. And wet. And so warm. I fucked her with a steady rhythm, hips and balls slapping her flesh. Each time I bottomed out in her pussy she grunted.
I pulled out and got behind Annabelle. Her pussy was a bit fatter than Anastasia’s. I sunk balls deep as she let out a long, loud moan. “God, Mr. Anderson, fuck my hole. Fuck it good.” I slid in and out and it felt incredibly good. Young pussy. Nothing better.
“I want to suck it,” said Anastasia.
“Oh, yes,” Annabelle agreed.
I pulled out of Annabelle. Both of them turned around and got on their knees. Anastasia gripped my shaft and began swirling her tongue on the head. Aaaaaaaahhhhh it felt so good. Then she took the head in her mouth and applied suction. Shit, she was good! I grunted my appreciation. She looked up at me and licked each side of the shaft. Then she wrapped her tongue around it. Fuck. So good. Where did she learn this stuff? She took half my cock in her mouth, then began a rhythmic bobbing motion. God it felt good! Every few strokes she would suck really hard, then keep suctioning with her head remaining still. Wow! Like a porn star. A couple times she took her mouth off and then spat on my cock and jacked it, smirking at me with a wicked grin. By then my cock was so hard it was almost painful. My balls were very tight and hard. It was like being in highschool again, except this wasn’t a jerk-off fantasy, it was real. Very, very real.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pnkhdu/anastasia_seduces_me