Close Teacher part 2

I try to keep a close relationship with my students, portraying myself more that just an adult role model, but as an adult friend. In being a young teacher, students sometimes find it easier when someone of authority is close to their age and will listens to them, especially with all their relationship problems. Take Tiffany for example, she’s blonde, beautiful, and the goal of many of these boys is to get into her cotton white panty she flashes while cheer leading. But she’s not a stereotype. In our many talks, I have found that Tiffany is very intelligent and not at all a stereotypical blonde bimbo. I don’t know if any of the boys have been successful in their goals with her, but there were certainly rumors going around about her being the “blonde cheerleader slut who only sleeps with college boys.” I assume those rumors surfaced because the boys were unsuccessful. One day, these rumors got to her and she came into my classroom after school to talk about it.

Tiffany peeked through my classroom door and asked, “Mr. Reynolds? Can I talk to you about something?”

“Yes, of course Tiffany.” I said, placing my pen down.

“I’m hoping to keep it private, is it okay if we lock the door?”

“Well, I’m not allowed to do that, unfortunately. But I assure you, most of the faculty is gone now, except the after school advisors. When does cheerleading practice start?”

“In about half an hour. Ok, Mr. Reynolds, I’ll try and make this quick then and hopefully no one will interrupt us.” Tiffany walked in, her blonde hair in pigtails and her cheerleading skirt swaying with each step towards my desk. “You know about the rumors spreading around about me?”

“Yes, it’s unfortunate. I caught one of the boys talking about you in the halls, I had a talk with him about it.”

“Was it… Brad?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

Tiffany began tearing up, “I knew it. He’s so immature. If there’s one thing true about the rumors is that I do hate immature boys. They all need to grow up.”

“Well, Tiffany, most girls do mature faster than boys. Brad and the boys will learn; I sure have. Here you go.” I handed her a tissue. She touched my hand and pulled me towards her. I sensed she needed a hug and I hugged her. “It’ll be okay Tiffany. There are plenty of smart, mature boys at this school… somewhere.” Her head was on my shoulder, with her arms wrapped around my neck. She smelled wonderful and I shamefully began to harden. Her mouth was close to my ear and she whispered, “Possibly. They are hard to find, you, however, are right next to me. I wish Brad was more like you.” Then she pressed harder between us, and she may have felt that I was getting a little aroused.

“Tiffany, I don’t think we should…” but before I can finish, she continued to whisper…. “You don’t believe all rumors do you? Do you think I’ve slept with a bunch of college boys?”

“ Well, I know girls and boys your age tend to act upon your hormones. It’s really your choice, and I know you are bright and intelligent, and if you’ve had sex, you would’ve made sure it was the right choice for you. Still no, I don’t believe the rumors.”

“I’m a virgin. I mean, I do have urges, but I’ve only acted upon them alone, at home, in my bedroom.”

“Tiffany… that was too much … information.”

“But you want to hear about it, don’t you? You’ve always been such a good teacher and friend to me. When I need someone, you make me feel better. Besides, this part of you really wants to hear about it.” She starts to rub my hard cock over my pants, and I can’t help but succumb to her hands. “Sit down at your desk and let me tell you about how I give in to my urges.” I sit, with hesitance, half knowing if someone walks in, I’d be fired, but half knowing that girls of Tiffany’s beauty and intelligence is a rarity. She kneels before me and says, “I’ve got a wild imagination when I masturbate. I’ve been with these boys who want me, but while I do feel the urge to let them have me, they usually say something stupid and immature and I tend to ease my urges with my vibrator instead. But the cold hard plastic doesn’t feel like a real cock, does it?”

“I don’t know, I don’t have any experience with that,” I manage to reply.

“Well, it certainly doesn’t feel like it over your pants. Can I hold yours under your pants, Mr. Reynolds? Can I compare it and tell you the differences?” She asks in question, but she moves like I’ve already answered and she undoes my belt, button, and zipper. She reaches in and with her hand under my boxers, she begins to stroke me. “Mmmm, this is much warmer than my vibrator. You’re so hard, Mr. Reynolds… I bet this feels good to you. I bet it feels good in my hands. I like that I’m pleasing you. Sometimes I imagine that I have a warm cock in my mouth when I suck on my vibrator, but I bet it’s not the same. Yours is leaking from the tip,” she says, “My vibrator doesn’t do that. Is that pre-cum? Can I taste it?” She asks again and again, knowing full well my word-less answers, and all I can do is moan in affirmation. I watch as her lips, heavy with bright lip-gloss, kissing against the tip of my cock. She pulls back and a string of the pre-cum follows her and lands on her chin and a little on her cheerleading top. “Oh no, there’s some of it on my cheerleading top.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think there’s enough of it to really show.”

“I better be more careful and keep you all in.”

With that she opens her glistening lips and sucks on the head of my cock. I see her cheeks cave in as she is trying to really suck in my cock. Her mouth releases and a goop of saliva flows down. She uses it to stroke me while further describing her asexual life at home, “You know, I’ve only had my vibrator as deep as the middle of my mouth. But when I suck your cock, I want to take it deeper. Can I try that?” Again, with the polite asking. She takes me in, I can feel her tongue wiggling while my head reaches towards her tonsils. She tries to relax her throat, and she begins gagging.

“You okay?” I asked, trying to be concerned.

“Yes, yes, it’s fun. I’m going to try again.”

She does, and this time, a quick learner, she takes me in her throat and starts to move up and down. She quickens her pace and I can see her pigtails, wrapped in red and white ribbons, bouncing up and down as she swallows, un-swallows, and swallows my cock continually. Then she looks at me, my cock in between strong lip-glossed lips, her eyes piercingly blue and she says, “I need to keep my outfit clean, cum in my mouth okay?” I nod, and she nods on my cock and I grab her pigtails and I forcefully pull them down till her nose touches my pubic hair. I cum, my cock pulsing in her mouth, sending what seems like months of built-up cum down her throat. Her cheeks cave in again, sucking and swallowing it all to not stain her uniform. The sensitivity of the head of the cock beginning to set in, but she doesn’t know that as she continues to swirl her cum-coated tongue around my shaft.

There’s a knock on the door. Realizing there’s no time to pull up my pants, Tiffany crawls under my desk and I push my chair forward. The principal walks in.

“Mr. Reynolds?”

“Hi, Principal Powers. You’re here late.”

“Yes, well, I was hoping to go over tomorrow’s assembly with you.”

“Tomorrow’s what–?” I couldn’t believe that Tiffany was still licking me clean under the desk. “You know, Ms. Powers, I don’t think now is a good time. Um… perhaps tomorrow morning, we’ll work out the final details.”

“Alright, yes, you look a little preoccupied. Tomorrow then.”

“Thank you Ms. Powers.”

As soon as Ms. Powers closed the door, I pull back my chair, and my cock makes a popping sound escaping Tiffany’s mouth. “You’re bad. In a very good way, but you’re still very bad.”

“Yeah? You want show my how bad?” Tiffany bends over my desk, presenting her ass to me. I lift up her skirt and I noticed that she’s been dripping down her legs. I pull down her white cotton panty to her ankles and smell her. I stand behind her and she looks over her shoulder and rubs my cock along the line of her round bottom, “I want you to be my first,” She says, all kidding aside and massaging my cock with her ass, “I’ve wanted you for a long time, I’ve imagined you fucking me on your desk for months, and now… I want the real thing. I want you inside me.”

I rubbed the head of my cock between her pussy folds, pressing and circling her clit, you can hear the squishing sounds because her pussy was so wet, then I find the entrance way and slowly slide the head in. Her pussy is incredibly tight, but not so much to have her bleed because of her experience with vibrators. She clenches her pussy muscles massaging my cock on its way it. She was so slippery wet and velvety warm. I pushed up against her ass, noticing her more pale tone change where her panty once rested, seeing her cheeks get smothered by my lower abdomen, and we both were relishing the fact that I’m really deep inside my student’s pussy and she’s living out her fantasies and feeling a real cock for the first time. I slowly pull out and she moans to have me back in. I thrust in again, pushing up against her ass, then I repeatedly pound her ass faster and faster. With her ass clapping against me, my desk begins creaking and moving forward with each thrust. She started on her tippy-toes, but then I started ramming her so fast and so hard that her feet clears the ground. Things are falling off the desk as I watch my cock go in and out of her heart-shaped ass. I spread her cheeks apart, and watch her little rose bud asshole, pucker itself, and see her beautiful pink pussy lips spreading and engulfing my pumping cock. “I’m cumming!” She screamed in between moans and I felt own my cum building and I was ready to shoot out. With a tremendous thrust against her ass, lifting her legs till she was almost horizontal, I came deep in her. Her pussy massages my cock, milking it and keeping it hard while it slid slowing in a puddle of our cum mixing in her throbbing pussy. As our moans simmer down, we can hear and appreciate every slow slide in and out making a crackling squish sound. After what had to be at least a minute of a pulsating cock inside a pulsating pussy, I pulled out of her, and a long droop of cum leaked down just missing her panty, still around her ankles.

“It’s not on your uniform at least, but don’t let anyone lift up your skirt at practice. I may be leaking out of you for some time”

“Oh shoot, I forgot all about practice. I wonder if someone’s out looking for me. I better run.” She pulled up her soon-to-be stained cotton whites and was rushing out the door. “Thank you Mr. Reynolds, as always, you were very helpful and I feel much better! And don’t worry, it’ll be our secret.”

I noticed however, before she ran out of the door, that the door was slightly ajar… it was not how Ms. Powers had left it. I worried if it really was just our secret.

Part 2

I have a secret. My secret is that I’m a teacher that has had sex with one of his students, a beautiful and intelligent blonde cheerleader named Tiffany. If Tiffany keeps this secret between us, then I wouldn’t worry about my job or my reputation, and I trust that Tiffany will. Unfortunately, I’m paranoid that a third person will find out about my secret … that is if a third person hasn’t already found out. You see, the door wasn’t closed when I was thrusting into Tiffany backside while she was leaning on my desk. At the time, I gave in to Tiffany with little hesitance. But now, in feeling the morality issues and my possible unemployment if I continue this relationship, I must resist her.

The following day, I didn’t have Tiffany until the last period, but I knew that I couldn’t have this weight on my mind the entire day so I looked for her before school. I found her by her locker.

“Hey you,” she says flirtatiously.

“Mr. Reynolds, please,” I respond, “You’re here early.”

“I couldn’t wait to see you again … Mr. Reynolds. I like calling you that too. I can’t tell you how many times I was screaming that last night with my vibrator deep in me.”

I looked around to see if anyone was here, “Tiffany… that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. Can you come in to my classroom for a bit?”

Tiffany follows me in my room,” Only for a bit? I was going to cut class and stay under your desk, and have your yummy cock and cum in my mouth all day.”

“Tiffany… look, you’re obviously beautiful and smart, but I don’t think….”

“I know what you’re going to say, Mr. Reynolds,” she says interrupting, “but I have to say no.”

“No?”

“No. You want me to stop, but no. I can’t. I’m attracted to you. Mentally, you’re just far and away right for me compared to these immature boys, and I found out yesterday, you are very physically right for me too. I chose you to take my virginity. It’s yours.”

“I have to say no to you, Tiffany. My job is at stake, reputation….”

“You’re happiness too. Look, I know it’s risky, still, while you may think I’m smart, you may think I’m beautiful, but what you’ll find out also is that I’m persistent when I set my goals. Right now, making you cum is my goal.” She starts to rub my cock and I, again, become putty in her hands. “This amount of pleasure is worth a little risk. Ohhh.. unfortunately, I have to go to my first class. But I’ll see you last period.”

Regaining some composure, “Tiffany. I still say no.”

“I’m saying it right back to you too.”

Resisting was not easy when Tiffany came to last period in a mid-thigh length pleated skirt with white knee high socks. Her legs were about as perfectly toned and shaped as any fit dancer’s legs. She sat in the front desk of the room and I noticed her smooth thighs crossed over when I tried to begin my lecture. Every time she uncross and crosses her legs, I was taking notice. I find her beautiful face, the tip of her pencil gracing her glossy bottom lip, her eyes wide and yearning. I started talking about … something… to the class when I notice her pencil finding its way under her desk, and between her legs. Her thighs now apart, and her pencil top rubbing between her new red panties, and I was beginning to sweat. Her panties were soaking up moisture and she was showing me her pencil is on her other lips now.

I looked around the room, and everyone was just staring at me. I realized that I had stopped mid-sentence… for I-don’t-know-how long. The class laughed as I tried to regain my composure, except Tiffany who just smiled a wicked smile because only she knew the real reason why I paused. She was in on the secret, and as much as I tried to be out, I was in too.

While I was handing the class back a previous assignment, I wrote on Tiffany’s paper to see me after class. When everyone left the room except Tiffany, she asked, “Do you give up?”

“No.”

“What else can I do to convince you?”

“Tiffany, we can’t keep this a secret. I made a fool of myself in class today. And as much as I want to … reach in between your legs …,” I surprisingly find myself actually reaching and she quivers at my first touch, “ … and as much as I want to rub your pussy… like this. I know that I shouldn’t…. that I really shouldn’t continue to rub it, and feeling you dampen at my touch. I really shouldn’t go under your panties (like this) and feel between your pussy lips. I shouldn’t find your clit, and rub lightly around and on it with my fingertips….”

“It’s feeling like you should.”

“… I shouldn’t… and I should pull my hand-out.”

“Please don’t,” she whimpers.

But I do, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I was about to cum.”

“I was about to taste my fingers.”

“But you shouldn’t?”

“I shouldn’t because if I do…,” I put my drenched fingertips in front of my mouth anticipating tasting her for the first time, “… I won’t be able to control myself and I’ll rip your panties off.” I slowly taste her on my fingers, making me reach under her skirt and suddenly ripping her panties off. She sits down my chair. I kneel in front of her, as she spreads her legs. “From one drop of you, I will need to drink all of you. From one taste of you, I crave to jam my tongue in your pussy.” I take one final glance at her pleading eyes, and then at her neatly trimmed, naturally blond pubic hair, down to her pulsating and glistening pink pussy lips and that’s where I targeted the tip of my tongue towards. I spread her lips open, tickling her clit. I pull back, spread her lips apart with my fingers, and dart my tongue again in circles around her lips. I slide a finger into her tight hole, and continue to explore with my tongue. I start to finger her faster, my tongue wiggling about at the same time.

She starts to buck her hips, and she grabs my hair, “Please don’t stop. I’m cumming.” Her legs begin to shutter and twitch as her first wave of orgasms hit. I feel her pussy pulsating under my tongue and internally squeezing on my inserted finger. She moans and whimpers about as quiet as she could; she’s biting her lips to prevent from screaming. I drink it all like I’ve reached my own oasis.

We hear the door handle turn and I crawl under my desk. Tiffany looks up, “Oh, hi, Bree, you startled me.”

“Hi, where’s Mr. Reynolds?” Bree asks while walking towards the desk.

“Um, I don’t know, when he passed back our papers he wrote to see him after school. See?” Tiffany hands the paper to Bree, “… but when I got here, he wasn’t here.”

“Hmm, okay. I wonder why he wants to see you even though you got a perfect score. And why are you sitting on his chair?”

“You know how cool Mr. Reynolds is, he’s not going to mind.”

“He is a good teacher, isn’t he.”

“So why are you here?”

“I was looking for Mr. Reynolds too. I needed to talk to him about Matt.”

“What did he do?”

“We broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, that jerk.”

“He is. Anyway, I guess I wanted to talk about it with Mr. Reynolds… just to know that there are guys out there that can be mature.”

“I’ve been singing that same song. Mr. Reynolds is definitely the person to see.”

“He’s really good looking too.”

“Mmm. He’s very yummy.” Under the desk, I see Tiffany start to rub her pussy. I participate.

“Wouldn’t you like a taste! Oh, I’m sorry Tiff, I didn’t mean anything negative about that.”

“It’s all right, Bree. The rumor is College boys, Mr. Reynolds is certainly past that.”

“How old to you think he is?”

“He’s twenty-six.”

“And we’re way younger. We’re his students. You do know that, right?”

“Of course I do.”

“Okay, well… I guess I’ll try and catch Mr. Reynolds at a different time.”

“I’ve got a few more minutes until I have to get ready for practice.”

“Okay, see you at cheerleading practice. Oh, and if you see Mr. Reynolds, could you let him know I wanted to see him?

“Sure thing. Sorry to hear about you and Matt. Bye Bree,” Tiffany waits until Bree is out the door and rolls my chair back, “I didn’t think she’d ever leave! Come here, you.” Tiffany gets up, and pushes me down on the chair, “You just gave me the most intense orgasm of my life, and now I’m going to ride your cock all the way to yours.” She unbuckles my belt, unbuttons and unzips my Dockers pulling them down, with my boxers, to my thighs, and my cock springs out. She quickly grabs it in her hand and opens her mouth and immediately deep throats my cock. There was no more subtle play, she was hungry for me. She lubes me up with her mouth, and then she comes up and lowers her pussy on me. The chair turns so that the back of it is facing the door. I take that she doesn’t want me to think about the possibility of us getting caught. Her skirt blocks my view, but I feel the head of my cock pushing its way in. Her knees make their way to my sides as I sit up on my chair. She’s all the way down, I’m all the way in, and we stay that way briefly. Then she puts her hands on top of my chair, behind my head. Her blond hair falling down over my face. Then she starts to ride my cock. I grab her ass under her skirt, but I don’t want to control her… she’s in control and she’s wildly riding me, while I notice her gaze is towards my classroom door from time to time. She bounces on my thighs, moaning my name in my ear. “Cum for me, Mr. Reynolds… I want you to cum deep in me.” I couldn’t hold it in much longer, I feel it building and I start to thrust up in my chair, meeting her downward thrust.

“I’m going to cum.”

“Someone’s coming.”

“Yes, I’m cumming, right now.”

“No, Mr. Reynolds, someone’s heading towards the classroom.”

She climbs off of me right when my cock started spurting thick streams of cum, and things get messy this time around: cum landed on her skirt, on her knee high socks, on her shirt, and in her hair as she crawls under my desk. She takes my cock into her mouth and I don’t even get a chance to apologize for messing up her outfit.

“Uh—“ I moan out loud as I spurt my last stream of cum down her throat, that’s when the door opens and Ms. Powers enters.

“—Are you okay, Mr. Reynolds?”

“Ohh, um, oh, yes, yes, yes, I’m … well….”

“You can’t be feeling well. We were supposed to meet and discuss the assembly this morning and you never showed yourself.”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I’ve been….”

“You’ve been not yourself. I think you’ve been stuck behind that desk a little too long. It’s that time in the school year, we’re being swamped with work. Perhaps you could use some time off… some time away from your desk.”

“That’s a good idea. Just let me finish what I’m working on and I’ll take tomorrow off.”

“I’ll have a sub for you tomorrow. Take care Mr. Reynolds.”

“I will Principal Powers.”

Tiffany crawls out from under the desk, “Mmm, so good. Sorry you couldn’t have finished inside of my pussy.”

“It’s quite good in your mouth.”

“It is very good in my mouth. Not so good all over my hair.”

“I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be. So a day off tomorrow… I think I could use some time away from this desk too.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Tiffany.”

“It’s a great idea. I can keep a secret, Mr. Reynolds, I assure you, but I had to tell Bree that you are yummy.”

“Yes. She wanted to see me.”

“Oh, I think she has a couple of times now. Gotta go, babe, need to change and get ready for practice.”

“Yeah-bu-what?” I manage get out before she blows me a kiss and rushes off to change for cheerleading practice, leaving me there puzzled and with my pants off.

… to be continued.

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