The Gym Teacher and The New Student [M/F] [Student Teacher] [Part 1]

*Hi guys! I’ve been a long-time erotica reader and a first-time writer of it. I hope you enjoy my first ever story! If you like the story I’ll add more parts :)!*

**Mr. Miller’s Perspective**

I sigh as I unlock the door to the basketball court. Slung over one arm is my backpack, and in the other a cup of hot black coffee. I trudge into the florescent gym, looking at the colorful student council posters lining the walls above the bleachers. *I hate this job*, I think. After graduating college with an art degree, I had nowhere to go- a shitty job market isn’t exactly accommodating to artists. Unfortunately, Hilltop High wasn’t in need of an art teacher, but my buddy was able to get me a job as the high school PE teacher instead. After one week of sitting on a cold medal bench watching gangly teenagers run in circles, I am ready to quit, but its teaching PE or living in a tent on the street, so I resign myself to my bleak reality and dump my stuff down in the storage room before getting set up for the day.

After lugging out rubber balls for a game of dodgeball, I run to the bathroom to take a leak before the 1st period students come in. I tousle my full head of jet-black hair, and look over my tanned muscles peeking out beneath my blue polo shirt and black athletic shorts.

I am undoubtedly good looking- 6’2, slight stubble, killer jaw line. I sigh again- remembering how single I was despite my good looks. I haven’t fucked anyone for five months, a sweaty night with some skinny tinder chick barely satisfied my urges then, and now it was getting hard to hide how increasingly pent up I felt on a daily basis. As I remember the feeling of her tight pink pussy gripping my hard member, a bulge starts to fill out my shorts- I cursed under my breath, my thick seven inch cock is now throbbing visibly under the thin fabric of the shorts. I splash some cold water on my face to distract myself, wishing I could go stroke my cock before I have to deal with the bratty teens for 8 hours.

A few minutes before class was to start, a girl I hadn’t seen before walks in. As my eyes take her in, I felt the throbbing bulge start to grow again. Unlike the other teens, she is radiant. Around 5’6, brown curly hair, hourglass figure. She’s wearing a sexy tight floral crop top with a V neck, her big soft tits practically spilling out from it, and her little black skirt showing off her curvy hips and big bouncy ass. I try to compose myself and clear my throat as she walks up, turning her bright green doe eyes to me, she bites her full lips softly- a cute nervous gesture.

“H-hi” her voice cracks “Um, my name is Rose, I’m a new senior here, and the principal told me to come introduce myself.”

I clear my throat again and will myself not to stare at those big supple tits, “Hi Rose, I’m Mr. Miller- I’ll assign you a locker and grab you some clothes to change into.”

I attempt to hide my raging erection by plopping my laptop down on my lap and get to work. I assign her a locker, enter her in the roll call system, and sneakily check her age in the student database- 18 and a half. I breathe a silent sigh of relief, no longer feeling like a creep. Feeling devilish upon learning this new information I walk over to the bin of PE uniforms and pull out an extra small shirt and pair of shorts. I bring it back to her; she looks so cute waiting sheepishly on the benches. As I press the fabric into her waiting hands, she furrows her brows.

“Umm, Mr. Miller, I’m sorry to be a bother, but I actually wear a size medium.” She says, staring at the thin clothes in her hands.

“Sorry, this is all we have left. You’ll have to make them fit, or I’ll be forced to mark you absent today- it’s school policy.” I mentally high-five myself for my quick thinking, knowing those tiny pieces would let me see her big tits and ass bounce as she ran.

“O-ok, no problem” she says before getting up and sauntering towards the locker room.

I lean back in my chair: I have a feeling today will be a good one.

**Rose’s Perspective**

I’m almost shaking as I thumb the edge of my shirt, trying to find the bravery to strip down in the cold locker room. To my horror, the gangly pimply girls are staring at me and whispering as I quickly strip down to my black lacy thong and black push up bra. I free my double D breasts from the big bra cups and slip a sports bra on over my head. Next, I pick up the little uniform and struggle into my skin tight shorts, and little shirt.

I looked in the mirror at myself, and then around at the other girls. I was in disbelief- everyone else’s uniform draped off their small frames like tarps, but mine clung to my curves tightly.

“What a slut.” one of the girls says as she walks by me. My cheeks go red with embarrassment.

To make matters even worse, I turn and notice the bottom of my round ass is peaking through the shorts. They’re so tight that as I bend down to pick up my clothes, the seam on the shorts rubs right against my clit. Every little movement makes the seam press and tease me, and soon my clit is aching from the abuse. I blush an even deeper red as I walk out of the dressing room, the boys are all staring at me- mouths ajar in shock. I know that my pussy is wet, and I wonder if they can see the big wet spot nestled between my pussy lips.

Mr. Miller has us warm up with some yoga poses and stretching- during the downward dog pose he stands right behind me, his big strong hands gripping my hips and readjusting them to the proper form. My face grows hot- he can probably see the wetness of my pussy soaking my shorts. Just as the thought enters my mind, his thumb grazes down my cunt, pressing in firmly and mopping up some of the wetness. Unable to react quick enough, he quickly steps away.

*it was just an accident* I think to myself, nipples now poking from the thin fabric.

I bite my lip, embarrassed but burning with desire from his firm touch. I wish I could go home and rub my aching clit for hours. Suddenly inspired, I think to myself, maybe I could go take care of it in the bathroom.

After more warmups and some basic exercises, I decide it is a good time to go pleasure myself, and I raise my hand.

“Yes Rose?” Mr. Miller said.

“Can I please go to the bathroom?” I say nervously, hoping it’s not too obvious what I intend to do.

After he gives me go ahead, I fast walk to the locker room, and find privacy in one of the showers. I quickly pull off my shorts and underwear off, hungry to feel my wetness. I sit on the cold floor of the shower and look down to see my pussy soaked, desire dripping down my lips. I feel my nipples harden again at the sight, and I start slow- pinching and twisting my little pink mounds over the top of my shirt, then slowly taking off the top and bra. My erect nipples pop out and I lick my fingers, and move down to the bare mounds, rubbing and tugging at them tenderly.

I’m so horny that I can’t bear it- I reach down and feel the heat emanating from my little wet slit. As a virgin, I’ve had to become skilled at satisfying myself without the help of a cock to do it for me. Like so many other times, I slowly insert my middle finger deep into my hot cunt. I can only fit one, my tight hole grips at my finger so tightly, as the juices gush out around it.

Nearly mad with desire I begin to pump my finger in and out achingly slow and so deep, the feeling makes a small moan escape my lips. The thrill of possibly being heard and the pleasure burning within my cunt nearly sends me over the edge already.

Wanting to take my time, I slowly remove my finger and move up to tease my throbbing clit for a bit, drawing little needy circles over the pink head. I fantasize about a big strong man holding my soft hips down and sucking my needy clit in his hot wet mouth. In this moment I want nothing more than to be handcuffed to a bed and relentlessly eaten out for hours, till I cum over and over again. Not being able to contain myself at this thought, I reinsert my finger deep into my cunt and start fucking myself as fast as I can take it. My loud moans echo off the linoleum walls, and my legs start to shake uncontrollably. I feel my whole body approach the divine edge of pleasure and I curl my finger inside me, pressing against my g-spot for the finale as I fuck myself furiously and brace for my sweet relief.

To my horror the orgasm explodes through me just as the shower curtain flings open. Mr. Miller looks down at me on the other side- mouth agape. I can’t stop the loud moans from escaping my lips, or my fingers from moving inside of me and on my clit as the orgasm fades. As I return to reality, I look up at him, speechless and sweating.

**Mr. Miller’s Perspective**

I stand in front of the open shower, mouth open. She’s completely naked and spread eagle, tight pink pussy juice dripping down her fingers and thighs. My cock is so hard I swear I could cum right there in my pants. Her curly hair is laying disheveled over her hard pink nipples and she is panting hard, recovering from her massive orgasm. I clear my dry throat and lick my lips.

“Detention in my office, today at 3:30.” I croak out, surprised I was able to say anything.

I turn on my heel, not waiting to see her reaction or hear her response.
I go straight to the staff bathroom and stroke my engorged cock, thinking about the different punishments I’ll prepare for her in detention.

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