Satiated [Teacher/Student, age play, sexual tension] Part One

Nicholas Kennedy always thought of himself as a good man. He brought himself up out of the poverty his parents had borne him into. He worked for his education, became well-spoken and well-dressed, obtained his PhD in mathematics. He was, for all intents and purposes, a successful man. He had a beautiful wife who was now pregnant with their first child after years of trying. He had a good life, or so that’s what he tried to remind himself when he felt the impact of simplicity and repetition every morning. He was living the Amercan Dream, he told himself. He was wealthy, attractive, had a large house, a nice car, started a family. He should be content.

But if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t content. Lakewood High seemed insistent on increasing his work load, he worked increasingly longer and longer hours every week. His wife, Sarah, would argue with him constantly when he was home. He was tired and not getting enough sleep. And now that she was pregnant and neurotic, Sarah wouldn’t so much as touch him, let alone have sex with him.

Nicholas was overwhelmed to say in the least. And his life continued in an endless routine. The only source of excitement he’d managed to incorporate into his days was, in fact at work. But he’d be damned if he let anyone know about it.

With sex rare, and affection from his wife even rarer, Nicholas found his gaze lingering just a little too long on the young women in his classes. At first it was tentative, he’d catch quick glimpses here and there, as an indulgence. Small and secretive. But as time wore on, and as his sexual frustration grew on as well, he found himself really looking at them. He would play it off as pretending to help them with work, or looking over shoulders to make sure no one was cheating. But working in an all-girls high school made it difficult for his eyes not to wander.

Especially in the last hour of his day, Nick would push the limits more and more each day and one of his students, he realized a few months prior, fancied him. And she more than fancied him, she was excited by him. He could tell by the way her cheeks would flush when he spoke to her privately, and the streaks of moisture she left behind on her seat.

He’d be a liar if he said she didn’t excite him too. Ariel was a shy girl, timid and humble which only magnified his attraction towards her. She was insanely bright with mathematics and insightful, he noticed, in the little quips he picked up while she conversed with other students.

And her body… young and tight, budding with new womanhood. He looked at her often enough to say that her tits were near perfectly round and perky, even without a bra. Sometimes the room would get cold and he’d catch a peak at her nipples, hardened against the temperature, facing opposite directions and pointing upwards — puffy, even through her thin white uniform shirt. Sometimes she would leave a button or few undone, and her cleavage would bud out of that little blouse. He could tell when she went without a bra, and when she did he had to make a permanent home at his desk to hide how rigid his cock became. Frequently as she tested, she would fidget in her chair, inconspicuously grinding her seat. Just enough, he imagined, to rub her pussy gently. He knew the affect he had on her.

And why wouldn’t he? He was an attractive man, he was well aware. And he was sure Ariel was too. He almost felt bad for the poor girl. He was sure with all those hormones, seeing someone like him — 6’2, muscular, intelligent — was probably torture to her. No wonder she had to try to rub her pussy in his class. It probably hurt so bad from how horny she was.

He could tell she was horny, she didn’t make many efforts to hide it. She probably wanted him to see. He’d noticed her ass too — how she’d gotten so lucky to have the curves she had was beyond him. While he loved his wife, he had to admit she had a very boring body and face. Straight blonde hair, small tits, flat ass, all of her weight went to her stomach. Ariel, however, somehow… she’d become Nick’s eye candy. He didn’t get to see such sexy curves at home, so when he got to see Ariel he savored the sight. Her stomach was nearly flat, with just a tiny bit of pudge overflowing on her lovehandles and lower belly. But her ass… big, round, full hips. Spankable, and he’d fantasized about spanking her too many times. So many times it was hard not to touch his cock under his desk when he watched her walk out the door. Her ass was too big for her uniform skirt to completely cover it, and her ass cheeks would fall out from beneath the frilly black fabric, always accentuated by the tight white panties that her swollen pussy would protrude out of. And he loved the contrast of the white fabric against her deeply tanned, glowing thighs.

He could only imagine how tight her hole was, and how his huge cock would fit in it — or rather, not fit. He wondered what it looked like bare, swollen, and soaked with arousal. Probably begging to be stretched open. And he wondered if she did just that… stretched it open, maybe with her fingers or another object. He sure wished it was his stiff, throbbing cock. Every time she looked at him with those big brown eyes, smiled with those perfectly white teeth, bit down on her plump deep red lips… it took every ounce of strength he had not to bend her over right there and shove his cock into that tight little hole, watch as it throbbed for his cock head to enter with every thrust.

God. Was he a bad man. He indulged in glimpses of her, wishing he could touch… just to feel how warm her pussy was through the wet fabric of her panties, which were always on full display to him now. Every time she bent over, or went to write something on the board, her skirt would ride up over those full ass cheeks and show him what he wanted to taste the most. What he <i>needed</i> to taste.

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It was a Thursday afternoon. This week had been long for Nick. He had a lot of paperwork to get through without his wife bitching at him over small things, like how offended she was when he fell asleep early in the night instead of rubbing her back. Because in her mind, he knew she was pregnant and sore, so of course it should be his sole duty to give her a massage after working all day to come home to a dirty house, no dinner, and a bitchy wife. God forbid he wanted some sleep.

Nick and Sarah fought every night this week and by the time Thursday rolled around, he was not only furious but extremely deprived. He couldn’t even touch himself with his angry wife around or else she’d start an argument about that too. And she was always around, since she didn’t have a job. So that meant no sex and no masturbation either. He was a 37 year old man! He should be allowed to jerk off in his own home.

He started out his Thursday furious, as she’d argued with him before work. By the time his last period rolled around, he <i>needed</i> to see Ariel’s bubbly smile, hear her soft spoken voice. Today was a tough lesson for everyone, but he had faith in Ariel. And so when he put a particularly difficult equation on the board, he asked Ariel to come up and solve it.

This was definitely some kind of indulgence for him, too. He thought it was beyond sexy how intelligent his student was, how quickly she could match his own solutions. But he’d forgotten how tall he was and how short she was. He’d written the equation just a tiny bit too high for her, roughly 5’2 frame. He had a little over a foot of height on her. So he stood, although his cock was bulging from his slacks a bit, and strode over to the board to help her, gaze focused on that swollen little mound.

As he got closer to her, felt the heat of her body and realized just how easy it would be to finally touch her, with such little distance between the two of them… his inhibitions were thrown out of the window. He could feel his cock hardening as he made his decision, straining against his pants to stand out straight. He didn’t care that all of the other students were in the class, none of them were watching anyway. Half of them were sleeping and the other half were playing on their cell phones.

Nick closed the distance between them and with his bulge pressing up into her swollen, warm little pussy, he was flush against her. From behind them, it would just look like he was helping her reach. But he could feel how hot her pussy was against his hardened cock, even through the fabric. She let out a little squeak, a soft sigh of “oh”, maybe she was shocked, but either way he felt her involuntarily arch her back, causing her mound to grind up against him ever so slightly. He left out a heavy breath, inhaling the scent of her arousal that was now drifting up to him. She was panting out the answer to the equation softly, and as he wrote down what she told him, he felt it start… her pussy was throbbing against his bulge, first slowly and then rapidly. He heard her let out a barely detectable moan, and looked down to see those hard puffy nipples pressing into the chalk board. She wasn’t wearing a bra again. He wished she wasn’t wearing panties.

He massaged his cock up her swollen pussy lips one last time and he felt her head tip back just slightly, against his abdomen. He felt a small jolt of panic. Someone could see her doing that, that would be inexplicable. He wished he could smack her ass right now for being so stupid, secure his palm around her throat to put her in place.

But he didn’t. He stepped back, away from her, as if nothing had happened and strode back to his desk. When she turned around to go back to hers, she stared directly at him with her lips agape in shock, finding his bright blue eyes. But he said nothing to her, and stared stonily back. She quietly returned to her desk, and he saw that nobody else in the room had so much as glanced up from their phones. His cock ached to be touched beneath his desk.

Fuck what he wouldn’t give to fuck the shit out of her.

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