[MF] The english teacher – part 1

Reminder: The names of the characters are made up and the story is fictional.

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I’m in my first year of college and, as a foreign student, my english is not very good. So I sign up for one of Mrs. Robinson’s courses. She teaches english grammar and, from what I’ve heard, she’s an easy going teacher, with laid back teaching manner.

It’s a rainy day of Friday, it’s 09:49 and I’m trying to not be late on class. I enter the classroom and briefly look around.

I say “Hi”

The lady at the desk looks at me and says:

“Hello, please, take a seat.”

Her voice is kind and warm.

I put my umbrella down next to the door and go to my place.

As I sit down, I feel a tingle through my chest. “This lady is interesting” I say to myself.

I’ve always been turned on by classy mature women. I start to study her body and her movements.

She sits in her chair, her shoulders are slightly twisted toward the blackboard with her right hand pointing at something written there.

She sensually moves her other hand through the air, explaining something and her legs are crossed. She is wearing a knee-length black skirt, with black stockings and some simple black shoes, with medium-sized heels.

Her top is a simple white shirt with long sleeves, buttoned all the way up.

Her nails are red, a bit long and round at the end. She’s wearing some small pearl earrings and a glossy pink lipstick.

Her hair is black and somewhat short, barely touching her shoulders. Her eyes are big and green with thick nicely-groomed eyebrows. Her face looks young, but small details give away her age.

Small wrinkles form at the corners of her mouth and eyes when she smiles.

She is rather skinny, but her legs are toned.

“She must work out” I say to myself.

Her breasts are small, but sexy. The fabric of her shirt is quite thick and I can’t see anything through. But I notice the lines of her bra.

“She must be 35” I say to myself.

My mind jumps to dirty thoughts as I watch her. I start to imagine her sitting on her desk, facing the class. She unbuttons her shirt and throws it to the floor, then pulls her skirt up, spreading her legs. She doesn’t wear panties and her mature, unshaved pussy is fully displayed to the class.

Her nipples are big, pointy and pink. Her cunt is dark in color, slightly gaped.

The flesh from the inside of her cunt is bright pink and wet. A drop of clear liquid runs down from her swollen pussy, stopping in the pubes next to her asshole.

She licks her top lip with her tongue and raises one of her eyebrows.

I get aroused and my cock twitches.

I move my left hand down to my crotch and start to massage my penis. My underwear tightens on my balls and I feel the urge to get my member out and stroke it, but I can’t.

I clench my fist around the pencil as my cockhead swells from my gently massage.

My cock gets fully hard, tucked to the side and very visible through my pants.

“I hope she doesn’t make me stand up” I say to myself.

The time passes hardly and I can’t stop thinking of pure filth.

I visualize her bent over her desk with me behind her, slamming my young student cock in her mature cunt. I grunt and she’s calling my name, struggling to breathe. Her puffy nipples rub against the table and I throb inside her. I explode and streams of cum fall down from her gaped cummy pussy.

All my dirty thoughts vanish when she looks at me and asks:

“What about you, can you tell us your name ?”

I panic a bit, and quickly put my left hand on the table.

“I…I….My name is…Daniel.”

“I’m here to study….and I would also like to improve my grammar.” I reply.

She nods her head, smile and continues to explain things to the class.

I feel relieved and my mind jumps to dirty thoughts again.

I soon realize the lecture is over and students start to pack their stuff, and leave.

I get slightly agitated, as my cock is still raging hard.

Mrs. Robinson is still at her desk, sorting her papers.

I try to be the last to leave, pretending I search for something in my backpack, hoping the blood will rush away from my swollen member.

I quickly get up and rush to the door, embarrassed. I say a quick:

“Have a nice evening, Mrs. Robinson” and get up immediately.

She raises her head, fixes the door but doesn’t get to reply in time.

As I reach the middle of the hallway, I hear a loud call from the back:

“Daniel!”

I stop and look back, she slowly comes to me.

“You forgot your umbrella” she says and looks at me for a couple of seconds.

She is so close to me and my heart beats fast. I feel the need to say something, anything !

“M…M…Mrs. Madison, do…do you have any book recommendation on grammar. I have plenty of free time….”

She doesn’t say anything but scans me with her eyes, from top to bottom.

Her eyes grow big and her head remains fixed on my pants.

“Oh my….Daniel!”

I look down. My cock is still hard. I wear some beige pants and a round wet spot is visible at the end of my hard penis.

She looks at me and smiles. I’m very embarrassed.

“Do you have many friends here, Daniel ?” she asks.

“N..No. I don’t know anybody..” I reply.

She quickly writes something on a small piece of paper and hands it to me.

“What you need, young man, is tutoring. Be at this address tomorrow.”

She then puts a hand on my chest, with her other hand grabs the zipper of my jacket and pulls it all the way up.

She smiles and turns around. As she leaves, she runs her hand over my chest and shoulder.

Her heels make noisy sounds throughout the empty hallway. I sit there frozen, looking at her firm ass moving from side to side in her skirt as she walks away.

“I would love to fuck this woman” I say to myself.

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The story continues and part 2 is on the way :)

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bwns3k/mf_the_english_teacher_part_1