Erotic Teacher Stories Novels & Stories

Professor Harlan’s hips quickly find the same pace, and his lips go to my ear. Whimpering I inexplicably find myself bucking my hips, desiring more friction fresh off my climax, still wanting more of him. “Yeah, that’s it. A fucking slut like you can’t get enough. Do you fuck all of your teachers, or just the ones who know how to pound you good enough so you’re left a pathetic dribbling mess?” Moaning and whimpering I arch my back to take him deeper. He hisses into my ear. I grow delirious.

My legs trembled, my hips pushing forward as I groaned through the ejaculating effect. Jake pulled my cock out of his mouth, swallowing it all in one go before rising to his feet. He claimed my lips in an instant and we resumed ravishing each other's lips while my tip still tingled from release. I broke the kiss, cupping Jake's face on either side, “teach me more.” “Naughty boy. Do you really want more lessons?” He asked, placing a hand on my ass. I nodded, heat pooling under my skin like I'd not come just a few seconds ago.

She hasn't been interested in adult films, or 'devices' like dildos or vibrators, or much of anything else, but some hints about her past (before we married) gave me some ideas for trying to spice things up. She grew up in Africa and apparently had numerous 'encounters' with other men before meeting me. Like meeting them in hotels, taking road trips with lots of sex, that sort of thing. She also was a teacher at a school for colored boys and she told me several times how exciting that was, what a 'gas' it was, etc., but without giving any details. Some years ago, I also found in her papers a couple of books or booklets about race relations with passages relating to large private parts, women

“You see, little darling, the woman who did this to me was a good teacher, maybe that’s why she was a teacher.” I giggled, but the sound broke into a moan as her fingers curled. I was becoming hot and wanting more. I wanted Diana to consume me. “I know that the teacher must have done other things to you and I want you to show me how she did it,” I pleaded and, in a suggestive mood, I rolled over and slid on my back to the floor, my naked body upside down with my legs spread aside as she sat on the edge of the sofa. My shapely thighs circled the older woman’s hips. The cool air of the room kissed my open, wet pussy and I shivered with a soft “ooh.”

Was she really this perfect? TeacherPet: so I've been thinking about our last conversation TeacherPet: and about some stuff I wanted to put in the story TeacherPet: but couldn't fit it in very easily Me: Oh yeah? TeacherPet: yeah TeacherPet: and since you said you liked hearing about "my perspective" TeacherPet: well anyway Me: What? Go on… TeacherPet: soo TeacherPet: talking about how my orgasms really feel Me: Hmm Me: I would have definitely liked to read about that

“For what? Don’t be unlucky, Mr. Teacher…” I took his hands and placed them directly on my breasts, making him squeeze them. At the same time, I rocked my hips more deliberately, feeling his cock throb underneath me through the thin fabric of my panties. He groaned, fingers digging into my soft flesh despite his words. I could feel how much he wanted it. I leaned down, lips brushing his ear again. “Just relax… let me take care of you. No one has to know how badly you’re about to fuck your student’s big sister right here in this chair.”

After giving the story a quick run through spell check he remembered his promise to himself and with a grin minimized "Vampire' and brought up the net. he went straight to his favorite site and started browsing videos. Hi stopped on one that seemed interesting and clicked on it. The porn video came up to show a kid sitting alone in a classroom getting lectured by his very hot and seductively dressed teacher. His eyes widened as he saw the beautiful lady bore a pretty good resemblance to go his teacher, Miss Linda. Same long black hair, brown pretty eyes and a very impressive rack. He had no desire to listen to thier dialogue of the plot and brought the video forward. "Oh yeah." He whispered

He leaned back against the edge of his chair, crossing his arms on his chest while he waited. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "She's twenty and still innocent. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her throat, making her gag and drool spit down her chin." My voice cracked on the word cock, and I felt fresh slickness soaked into my panties instantly. My nipples hardened again, aching and straining against my shirt. I could not believe I was saying all these words out loud to my professor. He didn't move an inch, but his eyes were so much darker, hungry and intense.

Luckily for her, the teacher was more than a bit horny as well. "I have had two sexual partners in my life. Both were class-B girls," she explained to them, starting to feel really loose, "the first was when I was a senior in high school. She was a girl in my art class and we dated most of that year and we had sex shortly before graduation. The other one was in the second year of at the teacher's academy, we met at a bar and had sex once," she realized as she said the last one that it was probably highly inappropriate but she was now able to completely censor these feelings, not to be bothered by them again. The girls were giggling and by now they were squirming in their seats. "You said ear

During the festivities, in the middle of the regions, they recorded records of countless moments in which the heat came with all its energy, seeking cool environments, amidst the mists and vapors of a fantastic event, recording moments of, and records of sexual feats that were abundant. Pushing and coming back with hot body towards his gym teacher. "Oh, I want you, I want it so bad, my girl. – He said. - Let's be quick. – she said. - I don't need to go to my apartment anytime soon. She said, looking for her purse and the right material to lubricate. - Please be a good teacher. – she said. That wasn't just once, at least once. - Not once what? - I want you to say. – In which she asked her sex