All characters are 18 years of age or older
At this early hour, the morning air was crisp, containing something like an ambient energy. It always felt like a coiled spring, waiting to be released to Mr. Frank, the school janitor. He arrived before the students, easing his rusty Ford pickup truck into a spot next to a bright blue hatchback, one of the only other cars in the lot.
He smiled to himself. The car belonged to the school nurse, Nicole Haven. She went by the cute moniker Nurse Nicki to the students. Mr. Frank considered that her nickname was not the only thing cute about her. She was just a few years out of nursing school, had a short blonde bob, and piercing bright blue eyes, not that different from the shade of her car. Her face was adorable, with down-turned lips, large eyes, and a perfect little button nose.
But it wasn’t her button nose, or any of her cute facial features that Mr. Frank was thinking about as he exited his truck. He enjoyed her bubbly personality and her friendly mannerisms and her face, sure. There was one thing on the old janitor’s mind as he crossed the quiet parking lot toward the school. That would be the nurse’s bubbly big butt.
For her average, five-and-a-half-foot height, her most prominent feature was her thick, perky ass. Mr. Frank loved a healthy ass on a woman, and Nurse Nicki’s was as thick as they came. She was in great shape, with toned legs and a tight tummy. She also had some nice, handful-sized C-cup breasts, but for his money, it was all about that ass.
He entered through the bank of double doors nearest to the gym. The motion sensor lights were on in the hallway. That was good news. Mr. Frank made his way to the gym, noticing the light through the door to the large gymnasium. That was also a good sign.
Mr. Frank knew most of the routines of the school staff, since he was often there before and after school. He took special interest in the young nurse’s schedule, however. She seemed to be a morning person and showed up at school a few hours early to use the indoor track and the gym, having the place mostly to herself. She almost never missed a Monday morning workout. Of course, after getting all sweaty from exercising, she’d need to shower.
He passed the gym and went to the janitor’s closet near the bottom of the ramp. He punched in the code, 1-2-3-4, and the light flashed green. He entered the small room, tugging the cord for the overhead light. The room filled with bright light. The door swung closed heavily behind him.
Mr. Frank didn’t use this closet all that regularly. There were several other janitor’s closets throughout the campus, and his larger storage room was more central to the school, instead of way out here near the gym. He busied himself with tidying up the space. Somehow an errant bucket had been overturned, which he put back into place with the other buckets. Curious, as he didn’t remember moving it.
Before he could consider the bucket further, he heard the pipes groan above him. Someone had turned on the hot water. Mr. Frank smiled.
‘Perfect timing,’ he thought.
It turned out, this utility closet was tucked into a small area on the floorplan between the woman’s locker room, the hallway, and the gymnasium. Over the years, he had discovered that it directly abutted the woman’s room. In fact, the small room shared a wall with the large shower area in that locker room.
He moved to the back wall of the closet. He removed a framed, expired fire code compliance certificate that hung at eye level. Behind it, there was a rectangular panel in the wall, about 2″ tall by 6″ wide. He plucked a flat-head screwdriver from his tool belt and pried at one corner of the panel. It came loose, and steamy shower air drifted into his side of the wall.
He had made the modifications himself, years ago. The eye-level slit, allowing him to peep into the woman’s shower, was something he used regularly, especially to spy on the young Nurse Nicki. He’d also used his peep hole to watch many women shower over the years.
The other modification he’d made, he’d actually never used. Maybe it was ambitious, sure, but he thought he might as well do it all at once. When he’d cut through the wall for the peep hole, he’d also made another cut-out, this one at waist-height. He’d made one entire shower tile into a panel, creating a square hole that was about 6″ on each side. Plenty big enough to fit his cock through.
He’d never used the gloryhole, but he’d cut it there, all the same.
‘Maybe one day,’ he thought with a heavy sigh.
He didn’t have too long to be wistful. A moment later, the young school nurse appeared, approaching the showers wearing a tight pink sports bra and a tiny white pair of gym shorts. She seemed to have perpetually hard nipples and he could make them out now. Small, but obvious little points poked against her pink sports bra. Her tawny bob was partially held back in a messy ponytail.
He scooted right up against his peephole, squeezing his inflating old cock over his work pants.
She stepped toward him and the running shower, barefoot. Mr. Frank hastily opened his pants and removed his heavy, drooping dick. Nicki reached the bench by the shower and casually peeled the sports bra over her head. Her perky pink tits bounced free.
Mr. Frank inhaled deeply, smelling the flowery soapy smell from the other side. His cock thickened in his hand, stiffening as he observed her bare tits.
The young school nurse closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She ran her hands over the front of her firm, porcelain breasts. She had tidy areolas, and each was topped by the stiff nub of her erect nipples. He hoped that maybe she would pleasure herself during this morning’s shower, which she did on occasion. He loved how the smell of her aroused pussy would drift over to his side of the peephole.
Maybe he’d get lucky.
She carefully folded her sports bra and placed it on the bench. Then she grabbed the sides of her shorts and wiggled her hips. He wondered how the waistband managed to stretch over her thick ass, since her hips were so small. Mr. Frank couldn’t help but smile as the shorts stretched, then fell, followed shortly by her white thong panties. Her fat ass rippled slightly as she bent to pick them up. She folded them on top of the bra and walked toward him, where the hot shower ran.
He fought the urge to duck and hide. Nurse Nicki seemed to be staring right at him as she strode toward him casually. He’d seen her and other women do this countless times. His heart hammered in his chest and his cock pulsed in his grip, now fully erect. How did she not manage to see him, staring right at her from the hole in the shower tiles? None of the women he peeped on seemed to notice, though to him it should be obvious.
He stopped worrying about it, happy to watch the show. Mr. Frank began stroking his cock with a firm grip as the naked young nurse stepped into the warm shower spray. She turned her back to him and he sighed as her glorious, supple ass came into full view. Her butt rippled slightly as she turned back and forth in the spray. It was shiny, round, and perky, jutting away from her lower back like a shelf. The soft skin was flawless.
‘Damn! I swear it gets thicker every time,’ he thought, staring at her pale plump cheeks. ‘Please drop the soap… please drop the soap… please drop the soap…’
As if on cue, she reached over to the bar of soap on the ledge, without looking. Her fingers brushed it as she clumsily tried to grab it. The bar slipped out of her grasp, falling onto the shower floor. Oblivious to her observer slightly behind and above her, Nicki bent at the hips and reached for the bar.
Mr. Frank had to stop stroking so he didn’t come at the site. He marveled at the pristine rear-end of the school nurse. From his angle, her butt made the perfect peach-shape. Her tiny asshole looked snug and inviting. Just below the dark knot, her thick labia formed a mound between her thighs. She clearly trimmed herself and her pussy was slick and bare as the shower water cascaded over her backside. Her slit looked very very tight.
He squeezed his shaft near the base, fighting the urge to blow his load. Precum surged out in a long strand toward the floor. Mr. Frank stared at Nurse Nicki’s exposed butthole and her puffy pink pussy lips below it. He really needed to outfit his peephole with a camera.
—
The warm breeze stirred as Sandy Fletcher parked her Audi in the faculty lot. Her first stop was the teacher’s lounge for a big cup of coffee. Her thoughts drifted back over the events of the end of last week.
The encounter with Brandon had left her flushed, filled with cum, and running short on time to get to her Friday afternoon classes. She figured her best bet was to cut across the mostly empty gym to the women’s locker room. In her haste, she felt Brandon’s sticky load oozing down her inner thighs as she walked brusquely. Yep, she had forgotten her panties. Too late now. She was a mess, her hair and clothes ruffled. The runny cum between her legs had spread down her thighs, almost to her knees, and she could still taste spunk whenever she swallowed.
She burst into the ladies’ room, heading straight for the nearest sink. Just as she turned it on, the bathroom door swung open.
Mrs. Fletcher found herself holding her breath as time seemed to slow. She was pretty sure she was going to be caught now, by a student or other female teacher. When the door opened fully, she released the biggest sigh of relief. To her luck, Maxine entered and smiled at her.
“Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.”
Maxine was her cute but somewhat dorky senior student aid. It could have been any girl in the whole school, but it just happened to be her most needed ally in that moment.
“Oh, are you alright? You look… pale…” Maxine said, pausing.
“I just… I have been fighting this cold,” Mrs. Fletcher said, sniffling. She coughed for effect.
Maxine crossed the large bathroom, entering a stall.
Sandy Fletcher splashed water on her face and used a paper towel to dab at some cum blobs snagged in her hairline.
“Gosh, Maxine, I don’t know what has come over me. When I tried to eat lunch, I got nauseous. I’ll need a moment to compose myself.”
A flush rang from the stall and Maxine exited, saying, “I think there is a bit of that going around.” She went to the mirror next to Mrs. Fletcher. They made eye contact in the mirror.
“Can you start class for me? I am a wreck right now. Just a few minutes?”
It was a rare request, but one that Maxine had accommodated in the past.
“Sure, no prob, Mrs. Fletcher,” Maxine said casually. She washed her hands and was gone.
Mrs. Fletcher took some time to clean her face and between her legs, then straightened her sweater and skirt. Looking down, she noticed a pale bead of cum shining atop her black left heel. She swiped it away and washed her hands, but there was a faded spot on the shoe where the cum left a stain. Hopefully no one would notice.
By the time she got to her after-lunch period, Maxine had the junior students working away at their lab reports. Mrs. Fletcher took over and got through that period, then her final class of the week with the bell not sounding soon enough. But she’d made it.
The weekend would be a typical “Scott-free” experience. Her husband, Scott, had called to say hi, but he was in the middle of another conference. This meant he was in his hotel room, changing before hitting the strip clubs with his other business partners. He didn’t tell her this, but she knew how these things worked.
She occupied her Friday night with a vigorous yoga workout and takeout. Saturday was lesson planning and chores around the house, followed by brunch with her girlfriends on Sunday. At brunch, she had avoided discussing the encounter with Brandon.
Remembering the weekend, she brought her mind to the present, crossing the parking lot.
‘Encounter with Brandon? I keep thinking of it as an encounter,’ she thought, reaching the school and entering. ‘Was it an encounter or an affair?’ She didn’t know the difference and didn’t want to want to dwell on it. She had needs, after all. And Brandon’s hard young cock had given her the orgasm she desperately needed.
When Sandy reached the teacher’s lounge, a few other faculty members were milling around, slowly getting into gear after the weekend. Nina Carrera had just pulled a steaming cup of jo from the Keurig. She was Sandy’s closest teacher friend, though she was several years her junior. Ms. Carrera was a cute 30 something Latina and had been teaching Spanish at Wayside for almost five years now.
Nina gave Sandy a friendly hip bump and smiled at her slyly. “I recognize that look… Scott in town?”
Sandy felt her face flush. Her mind scrambled. How did Nina recognize that she was thinking about sex, about the orgasm Brandon had given her? She remembered coming down from her climax as she realized the student was giving her a creampie. The memory made her shudder.
“Uh, well no…” she said, trying to sound casual as she loaded a double-shot into the coffee maker. “Actually, I got a new er… appliance over the weekend and the technology these days does wonders!”
Sandy was implying that she had bought a new dildo. It was the best cover she could come up with.
Nina gasped, smiling. “Oh, please do share. I am on a dry-streak and could use a good workout.”
The two friends chatted amicably over hot coffee. Sandy had heard about a new brand of dildos called Evil Dragon and she did her best to embellish a satisfying masturbation session. She didn’t like lying to her friend Nina but didn’t see a choice in the matter. She couldn’t tell her that she had ridden her favorite male student until they both came simultaneously.
Nina had finished her coffee and was idly swiping at her Ipad. It was her go-to tech for lesson planning, but it was currently acting up. She tried tapping it with increasing force, but the screen seemed to be frozen.
“I hate this fucking thing. Always acting up just when I need it!” Nina complained.
Sandy realized that her friend had stopped listening to her, growing more frustrated with the tablet.
“You know, Brandon is very good with electronics. I can have him swing by during his lunch period, after my class. Maybe he could help?” Mrs. Fletcher offered.
“Brandon Burley?” Nina asked. Sandy nodded in response. “Oh, that would be a life saver!” Nina said cheerfully, snapping the cover over the Ipad.
Sandy Fletcher was recommending Brandon for his technical prowess, but her mind was stuck on the fact that his teenage cock had given her the best orgasm in recent memory. It sounded like Nina could use one of those too, and the sense of irony was not lost on Sandy. She bit her lip and smiled at her friend, trying to feign innocence.
Nina lifted her large brown eyes to meet Sandy’s, placing a hand on her thigh.
“Please send him over when you are done with him,” she requested.
Sandy gave her a curt nod in response.
—
Mr. Frank managed to watch Nurse Nicki’s entire shower without exploding. He liked to stay right on the edge as it made his eventual climax that much more intense. The young school nurse had the entire shower area to herself and was in no hurry this morning. She finished soaping herself and rinsed off languidly.
He watched her and slowly stroked his throbbing, heavy erection. Precum ran from his tip in a long strand, down to the concrete floor of the utility closet, but his gaze was glued to the youthful blonde. She was now toweling her soft, pale skin. His heart fluttered as she reached for her bottle of lotion.
Nicki squirted a generous palm-full of the lotion into her left hand and began rigorously rubbing it on her firm C-cup tits. Mr. Frank watched her energetically rubbing it in. Her tits bounced slightly, as did her ass, though more than slightly. Nicki lifted her right leg and placed it on the bench, facing away from Mr. Frank. He loved watching her at this angle, as it gave him the visual of what he’d see if he were about to mount her doggy-style. It was his favorite position.
Nicki turned over her right shoulder, holding the bottle of lotion. She squeezed it, striping a wide, pale line of lotion onto her thick right ass cheek. It looked like a strand of cum. The young nurse began rubbing it in to her jiggling ass cheeks, spreading them slightly, oblivious to the fact that the old janitor was ogling her intently. She turned to look over her left shoulder and again squirted a thick line of lotion, this time onto her left ass cheek. She faced forward and lowered her head and began rubbing both hands on either cheek, spreading the moisturizer over her fat, rippling butt.
This also had the effect of spreading herself open for him. He imagined himself closing the distance between them, led by his long, stiff cock. He’d step up behind her and plug his wide head into her swollen labia. In his fantasy, she’d turn back to look at him, gasping as he installed his full length into her tight body.
Mr. Frank tensed and shot a wad of cum against the tiled wall while watching through the peep hole. His head swam and he watched Nicki’s thick ass cheeks wobble. He pumped himself in long, quick strokes. Grunting, he clenched again, thrusting his hips. Another thick wad sprayed out as he squeezed his shaft. He jacked again and issued more cum. Mr. Frank worked himself through a long, powerful orgasm, staring down at the young blonde’s ass and pussy as she spread her cheeks. He smiled, pretending she was doing it just for him, imagining his load drenching her backside.
—
Brandon Burley found himself at his locker feeling a strong sense of deja-vu. Though his friend (frenemy) Steve was nowhere to be found, his mind went back to this same time last week, Friday. Before his first class of the morning, Biology with Mrs. Fletcher, he’d chatted with Steve and gathered his books. At the time, he had no idea that he would be coming in his teacher’s mouth and again in her pussy before the end of the day. The thought made his cock strain in his jeans.
He shoved his botany book into his bag and slammed the locker closed. Brandon and Steve had tricked Mrs. Fletcher in the darkness of the utility closet that afternoon. She had unknowingly given Steve a blowjob before pushing Brandon down and riding him until they both succumbed to orgasm.
After the session, the MILF biology teacher left in a rush, accidentally leaving her panties. Steve quickly snatched them up and easily kept them from Brandon since Steve was taller and more athletic. He had taken them and left Brandon to clean himself up. Brandon was still reeling after giving Mrs. Fletcher a sloppy creampie. Steve’s justification was that he only got a blowjob and was entitled to the panties as a consolation prize.
This seemed particularly cruel to Brandon. After all, Steve had jockeyed his way into working with Brandon to trick Mrs. Fletcher. She’d unknowingly given Steve the blowjob. But Brandon couldn’t complain. He had unexpectedly lost his virginity to his hot Biology teacher. It was his fantasy come true. Still, those panties should be his.
Brandon’s mind churned over the series of events as he made his way to Mrs. Fletcher’s classroom, early as usual. He entered to find Sandy Fletcher, seated at her desk at the front of the classroom, grading papers. He approached her tentatively, observing her typical conservative outfit.
She wore a floral blouse, completely buttoned up over her bulging chest. There was no cleavage to be seen, but a good portion of her neck was bare. Brandon looked on over her freckled neck and upper chest, which was adorned with a pearl necklace.
Without looking up, she knew who it was. “Good morning, Brandon,” Sandy said, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. She felt her cheeks redden slightly as she remembered the last time they’d seen each other, when she took his virginity.
“Good morning, ma’am,” Brandon said, his voice pitching higher awkwardly. He cleared his throat.
The boxy old TV was behind her, facing the empty classroom. On screen, the image showed an austere, vacant desk with a steaming cup of coffee in the corner. Brandon had forgotten about this part of the weekly routine. Each Monday morning, the school principal, Ms. McNeal, addressed the students and faculty in a live video, which was broadcast from the in-school studio in the Audio/Video area.
Everyone knew the address was a self-indulgent ego-boosting event that Ms. McNeal loved. It was universally hated, but if Principal McNeal ever caught wind of someone deliberately not tuning in, she’d made it clear that there would be hell to pay.
Brandon sighed, not looking forward to the broadcast. He lingered near Mrs. Fletcher and she put her pen down to look up at him. There was palpable tension between them, as neither knew what to say. Brandon stared down at her, making eye contact through her glasses. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could, another student entered the room and greeted the Biology teacher.
“Hi Mrs. Fletcher. Ready for Principal McNeal’s Monday Message?” the young woman said sarcastically.
Brandon took the opportunity to move to his seat.
“Now Ms. Green, it’s a bit early in the morning for sarcasm, don’t you think?” Sandy did her best to tow the company line and support the principal, despite her personal feelings toward the woman.
“Yes ma’am,” the student said, defeated and taking her seat.
The rest of the class filtered in and sat quietly. The morning bell toned monotonously. After a short time, Principal McNeal entered the frame on the TV screen.
Brandon thought of Principal McNeal as the paragon of authority. She was in the same age range as Mrs. Fletcher, perhaps slightly older and slightly taller. The Principal also dressed conservatively, and Brandon thought they were cut from the same mold physically, as she was also very curvaceous. He watched her enter the frame on screen and considered that maybe the Principal’s breasts were even larger than his Biology teacher’s.
Today, she took her seat at the stage desk wearing a sharp-looking light gray skirt and jacket combination. Below the jacket, she wore a white button-up blouse that was fully buttoned. Principal McNeal had wavy black hair that fell over her shoulders in loose, thick curls. She had a slightly mousy face with high cheekbones and full red lips. She wore no glasses and her bright green eyes were smoky and dark as they rose to meet the camera.
Janet McNeal neatly stacked the papers before her for show, then looked smugly into the camera. Behind it, her Vice Principal, Bill Withers, was shooting and gave her the thumbs up.
Janet slowly picked up the steaming cup of coffee and took a slow, indulgent sip.
“Good morning,” she began. The smug Principal really liked to take her time with these little talks.
Brandon almost immediately tuned out. These weekly broadcasts were an indulgence for the principal, an excuse for her to hear her own voice. She spoke generally about school activities: an upcoming carwash fundraiser for the cheerleading team. Her monotone voice seemed tinged with acridity as some of her words began to draw his attention.
“…unforeseen by the administration. Nonetheless, we have a curriculum to stick to and standards that must be met.” She paused ominously, her red lips curving only slightly in the corners. “With other options exhausted, I’m afraid to announce that we will be forced to extend the school year for two additional weeks into summer break.”
She decidedly did not look afraid to make that particular announcement. A collective groan and eye-roll emanated from every classroom, from almost everyone watching.
Janet drew out the Morning Message for another few moments, letting her cruel smile slowly grow. By the time she wrapped up and said goodbye, she was practically giddy.
Vice principal Withers, from behind the camera, cut the feed. Janet saw the blinking red light go dark.
“Great broadcast, Principal McNeal!” he said cheerfully. “It’s hard medicine for them to swallow, but they need it.”
Her smile tightened but was still there. She was clearly pleased with herself.
“Indeed they do. I’ll need you to join me in my office to celebrate.” Her tone was presumptuous as she rose from the stage desk. “And don’t forget the dildo. I want the vibrating red one.”
“Yes ma’am,” the vice principal said, powering down the camera and retrieving the requested dildo from the stage desk.
She watched him crouch and select the red toy. “On second thought,” Janet said, hiking up her skirt and leaning back against the desk, “right here will do.” She spread her legs: no panties.
Bill’s eyes widened as he regarded her bare pussy. She was glistening with arousal. She really was turned on by the message.
“Yes ma’am!” he exclaimed, moving between her parted thighs, brandishing the dildo. He turned the dial at the base and it began buzzing loudly, vibrating.
Sandy Fletcher flicked off the large box TV and asked Brandon to push it to a corner in the back of her classroom. Principal McNeal’s message had absorbed half an hour of the beginning of Biology class. Sandy wondered if these chats were eliminated, perhaps there wouldn’t be a need to extend the school year.
‘What an evil bitch,’ Sandy thought. She put on her best smile as she began her lesson.
By the time the period was winding down, the students were lethargic and despondent, and it was all Mrs. Fletcher could do to push through. The end-bell rang and the students stirred from their stupor, vacating the classroom.
Mrs. Fletcher stood at the front of the class as the students filtered past her. She put a hand on Brandon’s shoulder as he made his way out.
“Brandon, do you have a moment?”
He nodded enthusiastically. In an almost Pavlovian response, he felt his cock stir in his pants.
“I know how good you are with computers and all that stuff. Do you know Ms. Carrera, the Spanish teacher?”
“I think so. Her classroom is by the ramp to the A/V area, right?”
Mrs. Fletcher nodded. “Her Ipad has been giving her a fit. Would you mind stopping in and seeing if there is anything you can do to help her out? I would consider it a personal favor and I know she would greatly appreciate it.”
“Sure,” Brandon replied casually. He didn’t need his full lunch period to eat, so he’d have a little free time. He wasn’t exactly excited to cross paths with Steve either.
“Oh, thank you so much,” she said brightly, stepping over to the shorter Brandon and leaning in for a hug.
He returned the hug, feeling her heavy breasts press against him. The scent of her perfume and hair triggered memories of how those breasts felt in his hands, how her nipples tasted. His turgid cock stiffened in his jeans.
“I will owe you one,” she added, holding him by his shoulders as they broke the hug. She walked over to her desk and leaned over it slightly, filling out his hall pass.
Brandon watched her taut ass sway slightly, remembering how he had gripped those cheeks tightly as he blasted his cum into his teacher. He sighed wistfully, but took the pass from her and left Mrs. Fletcher’s classroom, headed to Ms. Carrera’s.
—
A few hallways away, Nina Carrera ushered her last student out of her Junior-level Spanish class. The morning discussion with Sandy Fletcher about the new dildos she had pleasured herself with over the weekend had left the Latina teacher wanton and horny. She had to put those thoughts aside for her first class, but was looking forward to some serious alone time for her free period.
Nina pushed the door closed and dashed back to her desk excitedly. She was extremely horny. Nina had one of her girlfriends, Anna, from out of town visiting her over the past weekend and the two of them had been out clubbing. After dancing all night with a guy she assumed was in college and several years her junior, Nina, Anna, and the two younger men all went back to her place. To her dismay, the guy she took to her room was drunker than she had realized and while she was in the bathroom getting ready to hook up with him, he passed out. Nina was left listening to the guest bed rhythmically slamming against the shared wall between the two rooms. She eventually fell asleep listening to Anna’s climactic moans.
In the morning, she tried waking her guy with a blowjob, which successfully aroused him, only to have her mouth filled with cum unexpectedly. She had apparently chosen the dud between the two guys because, after they left, Anna wouldn’t shut up about her multiple-orgasm night and morning. The two old friends had enjoyed Sunday brunch before Nina saw Anna off. By the time she got home, alone, Nina had meant to masturbate but ran out of steam on Sunday night.
Nina hiked up her skirt slightly and peeled off her tiny black thong. As she flung herself into her desk chair and navigated to the Evil Dragon dildo site, she was ready to pleasure herself. The site offered a variety of colorful, oddly shaped dildos. Nina browsed with her right hand on the mouse as her left began exploring her own buttons, between her thighs in her loose yellow dress. Sandy had raved about her orgasm with something that looked like a spiral unicorn horn, only it had a fat cock-like head on the tip. Nina’s fingers pressed against her swollen labia and she absently spread her increasing wetness around.
‘Wow, look at those ridges,’ she marveled, feeling her pussy lips dampen. It sure looked like it would hit all the right spots. She sighed as she began tapping her swelling clit, closing her eyes.
-TAP TAP TAP TAP-
She knew how to get off quickly and would have to do so. Tapping her clit usually sent her right over the edge.
-TAP TAP TAP TAP KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK-
She realized with a start that the rhythmic knocking wasn’t just sounding in her head as she pleasured herself. Someone was actually knocking at her door. Her eyes flew open as she wondered if she had locked the door.
“Hola!” she said loudly, scrambling to straighten her dress. “Who is it?” For good measure, she pulled a dark blue cardigan over her shoulders, in case her hard nipples were showing. She had small, excitable pink nipples.
“Ms. Carerra? It’s Brandon Burley,” an unsteady voice sounded from the other side of the door.
The other morning recommendation from Sandy then dawned on Nina: help with her Ipad! She sat up and minimized the browser window. “Come in!”
A quick glance down reminded her that her thong was still around her ankles. She carefully kicked it off her high-heeled feet and under her desk, then tried to look casual as she crossed her legs. Brandon pushed the door open and entered the classroom.
“Please, close it behind you?” Nina said, then added, “it gets so noisy in the hallway.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Brandon closed the door and spun to face Ms. Carrera. He’d never taken a Spanish class, but he had seen the short, sexy Latina around the school throughout his time at Wayside. She sat smiling at him as he approached, her cheeks slightly flushed. Brandon found this odd, but he still took time to check her out.
Nina had long, thick, dark hair with curved bangs that framed her cute face. She had large eyes and large lips, and large hoop earrings hung from ears, partially hidden in her thick hair. Today, she wore a bright yellow dress that hinted at her supple cleavage, though the V-neck was crisscrossed with yellow lacy ties. She also had a loose blue cardigan on. Brandon noticed that her dressed seemed slightly bunched up, revealing a good portion of her thick, bare thighs. As he watched, Ms. Carrera uncrossed her legs and swiveled her chair toward him, rising to stand.
“Hi, Brandon, I don’t think we have actually met.” She extended her hand, smiling warmly. “I’m Ms. Carrera and Mrs. Fletcher told me you were a whiz with computers.”
Brandon was only an inch or two taller than the Spanish teacher, but her hand felt small as he gripped it. He pumped her hand, trying to sound confident.
“Nice to meet, you ma’am. I hope I can help.” He noticed her jiggling cleavage in his peripheral vision, but held her eye-contact.
“Well, Sandy has a high opinion of you and I’m sure you deserve it.” Nina broke the handshake and turned toward her desk to retrieve the Ipad. “I’m not sure what is wrong, but it seems to have a delay on the touch screen and sometimes freezes altogether.”
Brandon unshouldered his backpack and took the tablet as she extended it toward him. He tried to ignore his thickening cock, not wanting to embarrass himself.
“Let’s just check the resolution settings,” he commented.
Nina returned to her seat as Brandon stood beside her desk, tapping and swiping at the tablet. He seemed eager to help and kinda cute. She noticed a bit of a shape in his jeans and greedily stole a look to the young man’s crotch at her eye-level. Not much was discernable, but she was able to distinguish a tubular shape rising from his right thigh. It looked like a curvy banana with a ping pong ball at the end.
‘Does he have an erection?’ she wondered.
“Right now, it looks like you are on low-power mode. These things are usually set to switch to low-power when the battery gets below 20%. It’s currently at around 12%. How long does it hold a charge?”
Her face flushed and her gaze snapped up, but Brandon was focused on the screen in his hands. He didn’t seem to notice her studying his bulge.
“Oh, I think the battery is going bad. It only goes for like 15-20 minutes before I have to plug it in,” Nina explained.
Brandon continued with his attention on the device. “These lithium ion batteries work best if drained fully before recharging. How do you normally charge it?”
“I have a charging station that I put it on overnight, but it doesn’t seem to matter how long I charge it. It still only lasts a short time, even with a full battery.” Nina lowered her gaze indulgently, observing his crotch again. She was curious and wanted to press the curvy shape with her fingers, to explore it.
Brandon glanced from the screen, down at the seated teacher. Her eyes were focused on something below where he held the device. Was she looking at his crotch? No, she must be looking at something else. Still, he couldn’t help his cock from responding as his gaze moved to her cleavage, more visible from his point of view above her. The light brown skin of her breasts seemed to almost have a luminescence of its own, obscured slightly by the crisscrossing yellow ties of her neckline.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Uh, do you have a charging cable here?”
Without looking up at him, Ms. Carrera spun her chair back to her desk. “Yes, it is back here,” she said, reaching around to the opposite side. She had to scoot to the edge of her seat. “Oh, it looks like it fell behind here, let me see…”
Brandon watched as Nina moved off of her chair, reaching between the desk and the wall. She had to sink to her shins, kneeling on the paneled floor and feeling behind the desk. Her dress slid up the back of her thighs as she stretched down lower.
“Shoot, I can feel the block. The cable must have come out of the socket…” Nina’s upper torso moved around the side of the desk.
Brandon’s eyes bulged as the sexy teacher searched behind her desk, her hips swaying in the air casually. The dress inched up her backside, revealing more of her shapely thighs. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was giving him quite the upskirt peek.
“Do you need a hand?” he offered.
He wanted to keep her distracted so that maybe he could get an even better view. Her head and most of her upper body was twisted around the desk. He hoped she couldn’t see him.
“I can feel a chord back here. Can you see if I’m pulling the right one?”
“Uhm, sure, hold on.” Brandon crouched behind her, lowering his point of view.
The backs of her caramel-colored thighs were together. As he sank down, he glimpsed higher up her legs. Then he saw the dark slit come into view, framed by her puffy little pussy lips, just below the hem of her loose yellow dress. His jaw dropped as his mouth gaped open. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“Is this it?” came Ms. Carrera’s voice from the other side of the desk. Her hips wagged and the hem inched higher, exposing almost half of her mound to him. Her lips were thick and slightly darker, but still tight to her little slit. Between them, he glimpsed her bright pink folds
He tore his eyes away, looking at the mass of computer cables. “Nu-no, that’s for the monitor.” He looked back to her.
The kneeling teacher’s dress shifted further, and now Brandon could see her entire pussy and the lower curves of her ass.
“How about this one?”
Without moving his gaze, he reported, “Nope, that’s your network cable.”
He stared directly at her little pussy. Then he caught the feint scent. It smelled sort of like the utility closet after Mrs. Fletcher rode him. Even with his limited experience, he registered the smell as distinctly feminine, yet Ms. Carrera’s scent was noticeably different than Mrs. Fletcher’s. He badly wanted to bury his face in her backside.
Brandon’s erection surged to full girth against his jeans.
“It’s got to be one of these…” she mumbled.
Nina reached her slender fingers to the next cable and tugged it. She felt her dress creeping up the back of her thighs but was slightly distracted. Brandon had grown suspiciously quiet behind her. At that point, she remembered her lack of panties. She gasped and abruptly rose up to kneeling.
Then she felt how close Brandon had gotten, now on his knees behind her. Nina blushed powerfully, wondering if she had just shown the young man her pussy. She turned her head slightly to look back.
Brandon’s mouth was agape, his head slightly lowered. He seemed to be stunned. She realized he must have seen something.
“Well I couldn’t reach,” she said. “Maybe you can crawl back there.” She crawled slightly to the side and motioned behind the desk. “It’s just behind that side.”
With a nod, Brandon awkwardly scooted up next to her, reaching around the desk. He tried to smile as he moved past her, but his mind had trouble reconciling her cute, innocent face with the obscene view he’d just witnessed of her bare pussy. He reached around the side of the desk.
“It’s a real tangle back here,” he said, trying to sound casual.
Ms. Carrera nodded curtly, her large hoop earrings jingled softly.
Brandon’s shoulders were a bit wider than hers, so he couldn’t twist around to the side as she had. He turned around to lie on his back, then angled himself so he could see the cable bunch. Nina could hear cables shuffling around as he sorted through them.
As he lay on his back with his head behind the desk, she stole a glance down. The curvy tube shape inside his jeans was now jutting across the top of his right thigh, instead of down along the inside. It was trying to pull away from his leg, straining against the denim. She bit her lip, watching the thick shape twitch slightly. The ping pong ball shape at the tip had thickened. It had elongated slightly, resembling a plum.
“Um, do you see the cock ah-AHEM!” she had to clear her throat, she was so flummoxed. “Ahem, the cord?”
Brandon shuffled around again. “Yes, but its tangled and I can’t quite get it free.”
Nina’s head swam as she stared at the young man’s concealed erection. It looked primed to burst out at any time. She was overwhelmed by the urge to take it out for him. Subconsciously, Nina had disassociated the student, with his face out of view, from the sexually aroused male body physically in front of her. Her pussy throbbed wantonly, and she needed that cock.
After all, she’d shown him hers. Why shouldn’t she see his?
“Let me see if I can help get it free…” Nina scooted up next to his hips and her hands moved to the button of his jeans.
Brandon heard Ms. Carrera’s words, but was confused. Unable to see her, he wasn’t sure how she’d fit back there with him. He sat up slightly, trying to peer around the desk to her.
He felt contact at his crotch. His aching cock surged in response. “Ms. Carrara, I don’t see how you can-”
Brandon’s voice halted as he heard his zipper being opened. He felt sweat bead on his forehead.
“Just lie still, Brandon. I’ll have this thing free in no time.”
Nina watched in delight. The strained jeans shifted as she lowered his zipper and she opened them, revealing Brandon’s white brief underwear. The thick banana shape stretched his tighty-whiteys, straining to get free. Nina pulled them down without hesitation.
Brandon croaked, “oooh,” weakly as he felt his cock spring out.
“Wow, very nice…” Nina said softly as Brandon’s stiff erection greeted her. She immediately put her hands on his circumcised dick, causing his cock to surge in response. She watched his plum-shaped tip swell toward her face.
Brandon groaned as she took hold of him. He nervously tried to scoot back around the desk, to see what was happening, but Ms. Carrera’s body was leaning over his. He didn’t have any room to move. He also didn’t want to push her out of the way.
He swallowed hard. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, it just-”
“Brandon, we can get the cable later. Come on out of there.” Nina slid back, still holding his curvy hard cock, almost pulling him out by it. “I have something else I need your help with.” She gently squeezed his shaft with both hands as he slid out from behind the desk, still on his back.
Brandon’s face was flush, and he blurted, “I swear, it gets hard on its own sometimes!” He marveled at the sight of the hot Latina, holding his towering erection.
“Oh come on,” she said. “I know why you are so excited.” She gave him a wink and a mischievous smile. “You wouldn’t mind if I had a taste, would you?”
Brandon shook his head without hesitation. He watched her turn her face down, open her mouth, and lower it onto his cock head. She issued a soft, satisfied sigh from her nose as his knob disappeared between her glossy lips. He fought the strong urge to grab her head and bury his full cock through her descending lips.
“Oooooh,” he groaned, feeling Ms. Carrera’s warm mouth engulf his dick head. He flattened his sweaty palms against the cool floor below and did his best not to hump his hips up into her.
“Mmmmm,” Nina moaned, tasting Brandon’s young cock and precum. She used her tongue to swirl over the head of his dick over and over again. Spit ran down his shaft and onto her hands. She loosened, then tightened her grip, spreading her spit and working it into the taught skin of his straining rod.
Brandon lifted his head and sat up on his elbows to watch. Ms. Carrera’s soft dark hair fell about her face and shoulders as she began to bob her mouth on the top of his dick. Her large hoop earrings made a soft jingling sound.
Nina pumped her mouth on his raging hard-on a few times. Her wet mouth and sliding hands made lewd squishing noises as she worked. She wasn’t trying to bring him to orgasm just yet but wanted to make sure he was nice and wet for the next stage. She liberally drooled down onto his cock and used a twisting motion with her hands, ensuring his curved pole was covered. Bobbing her head up, she popped her mouth off. His cock vibrated stiffly as Nina’s ample saliva oozed down onto his balls.
Brandon was dumbfounded, melded into place watching Ms. Carrera.
“Well, you have a very nice hard cock, Brandon,” Nina said. She stood and removed her bulky, dark blue sweater.
“Oh, uh, thanks,” he stammered.
Nina cleared papers and books from an area on her desk. Glancing down at Brandon, still lying on the floor, she asked, “Are you a virgin?”
“Um, no ma’am. I have been with a girl.” He winced, then quickly added, “Girls.”
“Ok good.” Nina patted the cleared area of her desk. “Hop up here.”
Brandon shot up and leaned his butt back onto her desk, half-standing, half-sitting, facing her. His jeans were open and his briefs were tucked down, exposing his hard dick and dangling balls. Brandon’s wet cock arched up toward the ceiling, standing stout and proud.
Nina had a mischievous look as she spun her back to him. “Just sit tight, Brandon” she said, looking over her shoulder and tugging her loose dress up.
Brandon’s eyes fell to Ms. Carrera’s backside. His mouth gaped as she exposed her toned, caramel colored ass to him. Her tight slit greeting him again, this time looking slightly darker in color. He noticed her folds glistening.
She backed toward him. “I am going to try to put that big thing in, but we have to go slow. Let’s start with just the tip, ok?”
Brandon’s hands found her hips as he nodded frantically. He guided her back toward him as her hands reached between her legs. She used her left index and middle finger to spread herself and her right hand gripped his pole just behind the head. Both hands became slick right away.
Making eye contact, Nina said in a husky voice, “No protection. You can pull out, right?”
“Yes ma’am!” Brandon said breathlessly.
Nina watched his face as she aligned his broad knob with her needy little pussy. She brought her cunt down on his cock, adjusted her hips slightly to get the angle right. Removing the hand on his dick, her hands clenched as she took him in, lowering her cunt lips down his shaft.
“Mmmm, that’s… more than the tip…” she grunted.
Brandon moaned in response. She slowly lowered her hips until the back of her thighs hit the front of Bhis jeans. She felt as though she impaled herself on a post.
Brandon huffed, “Gah,” as she engulfed his stiff prick. He gripped her hips tightly and flexed his cock uncontrollably.
Nina tentatively stroked her clit as she felt her tight pussy adjust. “Dios mio,” she sighed, adding, “es muy rigido.” She spread her stance wider and looked back at Brandon. “Its so hard…”
Brandon only panted behind her, staring down at her caramel-colored ass cheeks jutting out from her hiked up dress. His thumbs absently swiped up and down on her bare outer cheeks. He couldn’t believe how soft her skin was.
Nina rocked forward and up, lifting her stuffed pussy to his tip. Then she sank back down grunting.
“That feels so good, Ms. Carrera,” Brandon reported.
She pulled up, then thrust down. Nina couldn’t remember ever feeling this horny before. Her thoughts tended to come to her in Spanish, since English was her second language. But in pleasurable moments like this, her brain forgot to translate her words and she recurred to her native tongue.
“Si mi chico,” she agreed, starting to ride him in a rhythm. “Yes, Brandon. Let me do the work.”
The backs of her thighs made a muted clap against his jeans with each stroke. Brandon’s grip rose slightly from her hips, to her lower back. It was narrow enough that his thumbs touched as he held the bouncing woman. Her desk began to creak slightly.
She felt his hands tighten on her midsection and she didn’t want him taking over. Not yet. “Put your hands on my ass.” Nina looked back at Brandon again.
He hesitated with a raised eyebrow as they made eye contact.
“Esta bien. Its ok,” she said with a strained voice, nodding. Nina didn’t stop lifting and dropping her pussy, impaling herself on his thick pole. She felt his hands slip down over her bouncing butt.
“Your skin is so soft,” Brandon said softly.
Pleasure was starting to build, and she couldn’t help but go faster. She shook her body against him harder.
“Thank you, Brandon,” she sighed.
She could tell her orgasm was approaching as her legs grew weak. Nina grabbed the back of her swivel chair and faced forward, concentrating on achieving climax.
Brandon stared down at the Latina’s pumping ass in his hands. Her creamy brown cheeks had a lighter stripe running between them. He watched her little asshole work its way up and down, just above where his shaft was hugged tightly by her darker brown pussy lips.
Nina was panting loudly. “Esso es…” she huffed. “Oh Brandon… si… si…”
She pumped her hips intensely and Brandon held her, gritting his teeth. Nina dropped down onto him hard, making the desk slide back with a scraping sound. She didn’t notice and moved a hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit.
“Oh I’m coming, Voy a venir!” she cried out, grinding down on him.
He felt her pussy tighten as she threw herself onto him. “Oh god, Ms. Carrera. Your so hot and tight.”
Her fingers furiously rubbed her clit and he felt them bump against his balls. He couldn’t believe the sensation. Suddenly, he was caught off guard and ready to come himself. He didn’t want to pull out so he held off as hard as he could.
“Oh my god… oh…” His balls tightened and as much as he tried to clench up, he felt his shaft swell with the rush of cum.
“AH!” he grunted, yanking Ms. Carrara up by her hips.
His cock sprang out like a snake out of a toy can, already spurting wildly. He saw her pussy gape briefly with a creamy strand trailing deep inside her.
“Fuck!” he growled as his stiff dick bucked free and fired a thick blast over Ms. Carrera. It splattered powerfully against the whiteboard at the front of the room.
Nina cried out but was still reeling with her orgasm as he withdrew, desperately rubbing her pussy. Brandon used his thumbs to pin his surging shaft into her butt cleavage. He pushed her soft ass cheeks together and humped her butt crack as he finally relented to ejaculate.
Cum splattered in chunky lines up her back, landing on the back of her hair and on her bare shoulders. Brandon trembled and grunted, adding sticky strands to the back of her bunched dress and lower back.
She rubbed her clit and unwittingly pumped her hips, meeting his thrusts. His balls hung down over her pussy. She felt them bump against her splaying fingers as Brandon emptied them onto her back. Nina was still breathing heavy as she felt a tacky mess spreading. She wasn’t sure how she wanted to handle Brandon’s ejaculation, but now the choice was made. Her pussy felt very slick and wet and she doubted it was all from her. She let him spray wildly on her back as he fucked her ass cleavage. The raining cum made a splattering noises.
“Hu-ah… gah… Ungh…” he grunted as he finished.
Nina’s back was striped with his load. Her butt crack was a cummy mess. Brandon’s head swam in that moment as he tried to make sense of his second sexual encounter with a woman. She kept pumping her ass on his shaft as he held it between her cheeks. Brandon still felt hard and smearing his sticky spunk around her rear with his cock was not easing his stiffness.
“Oh wow, I really needed that, Brandon,” Nina sighed, moving her butt up and down playfully.
Brandon was still breathing heavy and he swiped his cock up and down her crack. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but he knew it felt good. And Ms. Carrera seemed to like it too. As he dumbly used his dick to rub around her soft ass, his head slid down and caught slightly on the opening to her pussy. He felt her movements hesitate briefly. It felt so good and sticky and hot.
He had the urge to fuck her, to take control. He wanted to unload again, this time without restraint. Unable to stop himself, he gripped his shaft and sunk his head into her hole.
“Ay, Papi!” Nina gasped in surprise.
“Oh god, ma’am. I’m sorry. It just slipped in.”
Brandon’s eyes widened as she took his still-hard cock into her cunt. The cummy mess only made for extra lubricant. It was his turn to gasp as she then lowered her hips and impaled herself again.
“Brandon! You are still hard?” she glanced back at him with a wicked smile.
“Of course, Ms. Carrera. You are so sexy!” he said eagerly, now feeling more confident.
She playfully began riding him again, pumping her hips up and down at a slow, luxurious pace. Her pussy ached in all the right ways, though it felt slightly stretched and used.
“Mmmm, I love it,” she purred. “Eres duro y enorme.”
Brandon had no idea what she was saying when she slipped into Spanish, but thought it sounded so sexy, it only spurred him on. He began flexing into her on her downstrokes.
Nina felt her face grow tired of smiling, but she just couldn’t help herself. She had surprised herself by seducing the young man, but he’d turned out to be well worth it, giving her a powerful orgasm. Subtly, she sensed the dynamic changing between them. Suddenly, he was taking over.
“I… I just need you to…” he stammered, changing position.
He rose behind her, lifting her hips up with his stiff prick still inside her. Nina swiveled the chair and let Brandon orient her body. She knelt on the seat of the chair, which lined them up at the perfect height. Doggystyle was her favorite position and she would have started there with Brandon, if she thought he had the vigor to get her off. She was about to find out.
“There, now that’s better,” he said, again gripping her hips as he began thrusting into her.
“Mmmm, I like a man who takes charge.” She smiled back at him.
Brandon did not slowly build, instead driving into her powerfully. Over the course of a few strokes, he was thrusting into her with force, jostling her pert little body with each slam. He looked over her back as he rammed her, seeing the cum streaked from her ass to the back of her head. Some was even trickling onto his right hand as it gripped Ms. Carrera firmly by the hip.
‘All that cum would be swimming inside her right now,’ Brandon thought.
This idea triggered something primal inside. He felt a bit out of control, but he liked that feeling and leaned into it. As he watched his eager pumps ripple the Latina’s supple ass, he wondered how many other students had imagined being behind her, fucking her this hard.
The messy spunk made their intercourse even more fluid. He’d never experienced sloppy seconds, but in that moment, he made a note that ‘refucking’, as he thought of it, was something he wanted to try more of.
His thoughts faded as Ms. Carrara’s murmuring refocused him.
“Si… si, mi amore… damelo…” she sighed. Her voice deepened and she grunted, “Damelo duro,” with intensity. “Fuck me hard!”
“Yes, ma’am!” Brandon agreed eagerly. He doubled his efforts and ploughed into the brunette Spanish teacher with all he could muster. The front of Brandon’s jeans slid down, with him standing, and bunched at his knees.
“Ay Papi! Mas Duro! Damelo! I can take it.”
“Oh yes!” Brandon cheered, slamming into Ms. Carrera. He moved his hands from her hips to her shoulders and bore down, throwing his hips against hers. “Your little body is so sexy, ma’am! I love your pussy!”
“Si!”
The swivel chair made acute squeaking sounds as its durability was tested. Nina felt his grip on her shoulders pull her back into him. He was fucking her like an animal. Giving herself into him was an intensely arousing sensation and another orgasm sparked in her core. She squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure surged through her.
“Si SI SIII!” she cried. “As lo que quieras! Fuck me Brandon!”
Now, without his jeans dampening the sound, their thighs clapped together loudly. Brandon used his leverage with the grip on her shoulders to pull her back while throwing his hips forward.
“Oh, yes, ma’am! Fuck!” He felt his own climactic pleasure swell up again.
Their clapping thighs echoed in the classroom.
“Oh OH OH!” Nina’s voice rose in pitch. She inhaled deeply as she crested, screaming, “Voy Otra Vez! I’m coming again mi amore!”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Brandon’s voice sounded panicked. He was past the point of no return and slammed hard into the wailing brunette.
Nina shook her head back and forth, climaxing. “Dame Esa Leche! Ven comigo!” Through the overwhelming pleasure, she reached down between her legs and squeezed Brandon’s tight ballsack.
Brandon had to come. He couldn’t understand her words but she had explicitly asked him to pull out, and despite his best effort, he’d already ejaculated into her, at least a little.
Sensing his hesitation, she flung her eyes open and turned back to him. “Don’t… -uh- …stop… it’s ok… fill me,” she managed through her clenching pleasure. Her hand rubbed his nuts encouragingly.
That was all he needed. Brandon bucked back, shaking slightly, then drove forward powerfully, ploughing Nina’s body into the chair. A tidal wave of pleasure barreled through his dick.
“FUCK!” he cried sharply.
His body trembled and his cock sprayed cum into her like a fire hose. At least that’s how it felt. Brandon held Ms. Carrera firmly by her shoulders, his cock fully embedded, and splattered stream after stream of hot spunk into her pussy, panting as he released. He felt his cock pulsing with each thick blast. Nina was moaning and to him, it sounded like she was mumbling incoherently.
“…unnngh… mas leche… tanta… llename de tento leche…”
She gone somewhat limp as he held her by her shoulders, pinned back against his thighs. One hand was gently shaking his balls while squeezing her breasts with the other over her dress.
The cummy mess spread over their groins and thighs as Brandon finished. His cock was still throbbing inside her, but he thought he must have shot his everything he had by then. His balls felt spent and empty as Nina’s hand released them. He was still panting, slightly out of breath from the exertion.
“Wow… Ms. Carrera… that was…”
“Si, Brandon, si… You have a wonderful cock…” she said dreamily, looking back at him. Her smile was relaxed.
He released her shoulders and casually pumped his spent cock back and forth with shallow thrusts. Ms. Carrera was docile and still basking in pleasure. He looked down at his cum-streaked shaft, unsure if he was drawing his spunk out of her or pushing more in.
“I… I couldn’t help it… I hope you don’t mind that I-”
“Oh, mi amore. Brandon, please. I wanted you to come inside. It just felt so good.” She sunk forward into the chair, a smile glued to her face. “But, young man, you come like a horse. What is your mother feeding you?”
They both laughed heartily after the intense sex.
“Um, well… Do you still want me to fix your Ipad?”
“Would you like to remove your cock from me first?”
“Oh jeeze, sorry ma’am,” he replied hastily. With a deep sigh, Brandon held his cock by the base and stepped back from the bent-over Spanish teacher.
Nina’s eyes went wide as her right hand closed over her used, evacuated pussy. It felt like someone had filled her with warm, melted ice cream and she couldn’t tighten up her worked-over pussy fast enough. Cum streamed over her hand and spread down her inner thighs. She lifted herself until she could glance at the clock.
The lunch period was almost over. In less than ten minutes, a freshman class would gather for her introduction to Spanish class. She knew they would be raucous after lunch but would also lose interest and get drowsy quickly. In her mind, she noted what actions she’d need to take, and she knew she’d need to move fast.
“Brandon, I need to clean this mess up and make myself presentable. Don’t take this the wrong way, but would you mind giving me some time before my next class? Its nothing personal,” she said gently.
He tucked his slackening cock into his briefs and gathered his jeans, zipping them up.
“I understand, Ms. Carrera. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Please, take my Ipad home with you tonight and see what you can do?” she offered, retrieving a towel from one of her desk drawers. She began sopping up the cum streaming out of her.
“You got it,” he said confidently. “I have a charging cable of my own at home, so we’ll leave yours back there.”
“I think that’s a great idea.” Nina laughed. She tilted her head thoughtfully, then reached under her desk. “Why don’t you take these with you? I can’t put them back on.”
She tossed him her little black thong. Brandon caught them, smiling dully. Though they had cooled, he could feel they were still damp. He couldn’t resist smelling them and got that wonderful personal scent from the young Latina teacher.
“Now take my Ipad and go,” Nina said.
Brandon grabbed the Ipad and made his way to the door.
“And Brandon?”
He turned back to her.
“Please close the door behind you. The hallways are so noisy.”
“Yes ma’am.” He stepped out and pulled the door shut.