Cerita Dewasa Guru Novels & Stories

“Really? Now?” I wiggle my hips, feeling the length of him beneath me and delighting in the way his eyes heat at the motion. “Yes, really. Now.” “Well, for one thing, I give good head.” He gives a smirk that promises untold amounts of debauchery. I nod, still rubbing his chest and barely keeping myself from biting it. “You do. What else?” He sighs, but it’s playful. “I’m an accountant. I played hockey until I got injured.”

He spoke but bit his lip in end trying to act seductive. Ferris frowned in confusion at the teacher behaviour whereas a suppressed smile formed on her mouth as realisation dawned upon her. The male teacher is gay and hot for her husband!!!

When they were spent, I sat on the desk, legs spread, cum dripping from my chin and leaking from my well-fucked pussy. “Next Sunday,” I said breathlessly, licking cum from my lips, “bring your friends. The lesson will be on sharing and gangbangs.” The boys nodded eagerly, eyes glazed with lust and newfound corruption. As they left the classroom one by one, I remained on the desk, covered in their seed, smiling. Father Elias would be proud. Seventy-one more nights of surrender remained. And Sunday school would never be the same again.

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

I, Joe, a 43-year-old math teacher at the prestigious St. Catherine's Academy for Girls, have always had my hands full with my students. Not only are they brilliant young minds, but they're also incredibly sexy. I'm married, with two kids, but sometimes it's hard to keep my eyes off their tight skirts and low-cut blouses. My wife, Sarah, also works on campus as a librarian, which adds an extra layer of excitement and danger to my fantasies.

Kalau dia protes, aku bilang salah dengar lagi,' pikirnya licik, Keberaniannya bertambah berkat buku pinjaman tetangga yang penuh tips erotis. Buku itu mengajarkan: "Manfaatkan desahan untuk maju ke tahap intim, itu tanda pria sudah bergairah. Buat pria tak bisa menolak." Tanpa ragu, Tina berlutut lebih dekat, tangannya turun ke pinggang Gito, jari-jarinya menyentuh ikat pinggang dan resleting celana.

"Spread those legs wider, Miss Henderson. Let all your fellow students see how your naughty cunt drips for your professor's fingers while I teach Calculus," Professor Lee said with a bored tone, the bastard wanting to make an example of Lucy, hoping to shame her cunt into cuming. Professor Lee’s thick fingers plunged knuckle deep into Lucy’s soaked pussy as she sat perched on the edge of his desk, skirt bunched around her waist. "Dick," she muttered low, closing her eyes to her mundane, routine humiliation.

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

It only proved to only make it worse. "Okay, who did it this time?" Miss Gilbert's brown eyes scan the classroom. She was an African American woman who had been teaching this school for more than a decade. Her reputation was almost tarnished last year for sleeping with a male teacher who supposedly was married. I didn't think Miss. Gilbert knew of the wife but others seemed to think otherwise. Either way it wasn't my business to judge, I just wished some people thought the same. Gwen leans towards me and spoke in a hushed tone. " That person definitely had cheese and eggs for breakfast."