There was a sea of black and white plaid skirts exiting the main hall as the bell sounded their release. A thunderous roar of mixed conversations, robust laughter, and flats trampling the sidewalk erupted as the girls made their escape. They were all unique and flourishing through their own various stages of personal development. All shapes, sizes, and ethnicities, any man’s buffet of ripe succulent flesh. Young tender teenagers, the bleach white button-down shirts symbolic of their untapped potential and divine purity; just waiting for the right man to savagely tap into their unexplored sexual desires.
Eloise was still seated at her desk, her long thin legs crossed, Mr. Jamison couldn’t see any skin, her black thigh high socks kept a secret he wanted to unwrap with his teeth. His eyes were vacant, but his heart raced, his cock throbbing as he approached her. “May I help you Ms. Gould,” Adam said in a deep monotone voice.
“Mr. Jamison, I need your huge cock in my tight mouth, I want to feel it pulsate on my lips as it slides in and out. I need you to pull my hair as my tongue swirls around its tip. I need to feel you quiver as I completely devour your…,” was all he could hear as she began to speak.
“Nothing in particular, I was just waiting for the hallway to clear out,” she replied, “it’s been a long day.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, is everything okay?”
There was a pause. Eloise greatly respected Mr. Jamison, this was her junior year, she’d taken one of his classes last year, Introduction to Philosophy, and this year’s AP Philosophy. His daughter, Chloe, had been her best friend since the third grade, their families were intimate outside of school, but they always kept it professional at school. “I…I ju..st,” she said, “I don’t know to be honest. I felt like sitting here to watch you finish up for the day. You make me feel relaxed, and I just needed a momentary break, if that makes sense.”
“Sure,” he replied, “are you positive everything is okay?”
“I promise, Chloe said to meet her here at 4, so I figured I’d take this time for myself.”
He smiled, thinking about all the years he had known her, from that small innocent child, to the fully forming woman sitting in front of him. He noticed her top three buttons weren’t made, he tried his best to avert his wandering eyes from her supple breasts pressed together by an undersized bra, but he couldn’t. “Please, come sit by me,” she said, “it’d be nice to have someone to talk to while I wait.”
Adam took a seat across from Eloise, trying to hide the fantasies rummaging around his mind, hoping she couldn’t smell his fear, his angst, his desire to bend her over the desk and ravage her from behind. Methodically, she uncrossed her legs, time froze as he caught a glimpse of her dark curly pubic hairs, neatly groomed and opulent in a grand treeline formation. She leaned over, placing her hand on his knee, “Is everything alright,” she asked. He watched her lips part, the sound resonating in his ears, but they held no coherency. Hypnotized by her pale blue eyes, he couldn’t respond. He felt her hand ascending up his thigh until it reached his cock, he was unable to react. Gently she caressed it, rubbing up and down on the outside of his slacks. She could feel it’s form in her hand, feel the vibrations as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“Hey you!” Chloe shouted as she entered the classroom. Quickly, Eloise removed her hand, and Adam snapped back to reality. “I’ve been looking all over for you! I thought we were going to meet at 4?”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry Chloe, I thought you said to meet you here.”
“It’s alright, let’s go, we’re going to be late!”
“What time will you be home tonight,” Adam asked with a slight flutter in his voice.
“I don’t know, if it’s too late, Eloise will probably just spend the night if that’s okay.”
They rushed out of the classroom before he had a chance to respond. Adam walked over to his desk, and began to gather his things into his briefcase. A loud hard vibration went off in his back pocket, lost in thought, he jumped. He pulled out his phone, an image message from Eloise. His jaw dropped, he could feel the sweat trickling down the side of his face flush with bewilderment. He stood there trying to comprehend the image, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. A dream? No, a fantasy, a dark haunting fantasy, an obsession of mind, a fever of unrest.
He went to delete the picture, knowing it was the only option, but he couldn’t, ‘are you sure?’ the confirmation teased him, ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ he didn’t know what to do, he stared long and hard, his cock yearning to taste her, yearning to be swallowed by her sex, to be used up and spit back out like the vile pervert he was. Guilt consumed him, this was his daughter’s best friend, his only child’s best friend, someone he’s watched grow up over the years, he knew her parents, what the fuck!? The morality of the situation eluded his sense of logic, he saved the image, but deleted the message.
It was 2 am, when the girls stumbled into Chloe’s house. “SSHHHhhsSHhhShh…,” Chloe said, her head light, disoriented, laughing as the door closed behind them. She was clinging onto Eloise, who was trying to do her utmost to keep her quiet, so they wouldn’t wake Chloe’s parents, she laid Chloe down on her bed. Chloe was flat on her back, staring up at the whitewashed ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin as she sucked on a strawberry-kiwi sucker, both girls were giggling, and Eloise took a position next to her best friend.
Earlier they had played rock, paper, scissors to see who was to be the designated driver tonight. Chloe had lost, but Eloise handed her a teal pill with a heart etched into its surface. Chloe smiled, “Really, you shouldn’t’ve,” she replied, “I lost, this is all yours.”
“I’m not feeling up to it right now, go ahead. I’ll make sure things don’t get out of hand at the party,” Eloise said.
Now they were laying upon Chloe’s bed, Eloise slid her hand underneath Chloe’s dress and began caressing her in small wandering waves of movements up and down her torso, over her under developed breasts, back down. Chloe moaned, the sucker had fallen out of her mouth, and Eloise replaced it with one of her fingers. Chloe’s petite body rhythmically swayed with every movement, a pressure building deep inside her, she moved her own hand and started playing rubbing her clit, fingering around her labia, Eloise watched intently, her own body swelling with lust. They embraced in a kiss, an exchanging of tongues, of breaths, their hands molesting the other. Chloe sat up and removed Eloise’s dress, who then leans against the headboard of the bed as Chloe used her teeth to move the thong out of the way, Eloise shuttering feeling her warm breath breathing on her clit.
The door opened, but Chloe didn’t notice, her face buried in Eloise’s clit, sucking her long flowering lips, twisting her tongue in all directions savoring every ounce of tender flesh. Eloise stared at Adam, then threw her head back and began to moan. All he could do was watch, unable to turn away, Chloe’s bare ass high in the air, her vigina visibly moist. Eloise began fondling her own ripe breast, full Ds, and fat savory nipples, all the while piercing through Adam’s soul. His robe was opened, nothing on underneath, he had his hand around the shaft of his erect penis masturbating as his daughter devouring Eloise’s pussy.
Eloise stopped Chloe, kissed her and rolled her into the bed. Positioning herself between Chloe’s legs with her ass also hanging over the bed. Chloe moaned as Eloise used her tongue, on the inner of her thighs, all along her wet raging pussy, she stuck a finger inside Chloe’s tight firy vigina lubed it, and then inserted it into her ass. Chloe moaned even louder, Eloise continued her onslaught of the clit.
Adam’s breathing intensified. Unable to help himself he went behind Eloise and stuck his cock inside her. He couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter as he fucked her friend. Fear and sex lingered in the air, heightening his senses, she could smell his daughter’s perfume, smell the fresh flowers her mother had placed by the bed earlier that morning. He was fixated upon her, and for a moment forgot exactly who he was fucking. He was disconnected from his reality as he pulled out to cum all over Eloise’s tight olive ass. He gathered him and made a quick exit.
Eloise looked up at Chloe who had fallen asleep during the whole exchange. She smiled, grabbing a towel from the dirty laundry hamper to wipe the cum from her ass. She stood marveling at her own body in the mirror, smiling, touching, posing for her audience.
Adam removed his robe, tossed it to the ground and climbed back into bed with his wife. Drunk with slumber, she mumbled a few inaudible words pertaining to the girls that he could not understand. He was in a fever, his heart aching, his penis throbbed. He nudged his wife gently, and when she didn’t budge began caressing her as he had watched Eloise do. Mimicking every moment, memorizing every motion, he rolled her over and began to eat his wife’s pussy. A sleep-filled moan was beginning to sound, her responsiveness taking root. He felt the involuntary contractions of her orgasm on his fingers, he heard the sound out his name, and after removing his fingers he spun her over, and slowly penetrated her asshole. She screamed, painfully, but pleasurably masturbating as Adam unleashed his untamed desire onto his wife. The climaxed together, Adam fell on top of her, and rolled off. As they lay there returning to their slumbers, his wife whispered, “I don’t know what that was, but fuck was that fucking hot.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ieo8bq/the_tutor_adam_part_1_mf_teenager_ff_teacher
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