Erotic Teacher Stories Novels & Stories

She was already starting to feel the tension on her lower abdomen as her teacher expertly licked every part of her down there, lingering on her most sensitive part which was her clitoris. “You are so delicious, Steffy. You make me feel high,” Teacher Greg whispered. “G—Get your cock inside me, Sir Greg. I’m about to come.” After several strokes with his tongue, the teacher pulled her up and said, “Get down and let me see your ass.” Steffy hastily climbed down the table and planed her feet on the ground. Another moan escaped her lips as Teacher Greg started fucking her from behind. “Yes, yes!” Steffy moaned.

The other decided it was a game they thought they could win. It wasn't long before they were pushing one another off of me, forcing their tongues down my throat before the other did the same. Then a tit was in my face, a hand on my cock, an ass in my palm, a pussy enveloping my fingers. In the dark I couldn't see, couldn't guess whose was whose. All I knew was it was more intense than I'd signed on for. "You don't think having a teacher grab you like that in the middle of the night is super pedo stuff?"

Teacher's Sweet Virgin Bribe Kristen had a naughty new story percolating in her perverted mind she was eager to write. Ms. Salazar, a young teacher at Kristen's college, had an infamous crush on Mr. Stone. The older, married teacher was quite the hunk. More than a few girls had fantasies about the confident man. Ms. Salazar's was so obvious. As the home ec club's adviser, she was always sharing with him the sweets and treats she baked with her girls.

I was about to close the door but the man glanced at me. “Mr. Connor Murray?” I mentioned his complete name stupefied. I managed to pull the swinging door back closing it. My hands were trembling and my knees were shaking. That wasn’t a ghost but it was the scariest thing I ever witnessed and at the same time disgusting. They were having sex inside the school’s comfort room, a female comfort room to be exact. Sex between a student and a teacher, our Fluid Mechanics teacher. A teacher who has a wife and two beautiful angels. Utterly disgusting.

I could feel the sweat beginning to pool in the small of my back, the air in the office becoming thick and humid with our combined heat. "Yes! Oh god, Professor, harder!" I wailed, my voice cracking, losing all its composure. I could feel his chest pressing into my back, his breath hot against my ear, and I knew I was gone. I wasn't the group leader or the top student anymore. I was just a woman being broken open by the only man who could do it. When he found my clit, grinding his hand against me while he kept up that punishing pace, I felt the world start to crumble. The pressure was too much, a perfect storm of internal and external friction that pushed me right to the edge. I was sobbing

She wondered why people love to gossip on unnecessary things, and it really baffled her. She was a girl that cared less about all that and instead focusing on something relevant. " Hun, it not mainly about that. The thing is the Alpha Prince of the Crescent Moon Pack found his mate here, and it happened to be Princess Belle," Anatalia moved closer to Lexa and whispered in a low tone, letting the young teen to know the main heart of the rumour. " Ohh, is that so?" Lexa didn't fully get what Anatalia said, but before the latter could say anything, she beat the female servant to it by asking a weird question, " What is a mate?"

“You don’t think Ruggero likes me, for me but simply living out a fantasy?” “Okay, my last year of secondary school back in Italy, I had this teacher.” He licked the back of the spoon before sitting back on her workstation uncaring of the flour everywhere. “She was young, her first year of teaching and she got stuck with a class of boys with far too much experience to still be in school. We tortured her all year long. I whacked off so many times to the notion of her in my bed my hands cramped up. She had these tits which nearly made the buttons on her blouse pop off,” he leaned sideways and looked at her shirt, “like yours actually.” He held her gaze while he licked his spoon clean before re

Would it be weird to ask later for her to repeat her lesson so I could take notes? She taught me about the under pressure, a variation of the pancake I could do while she was still recovering and how to edge her, by doing something else pleasurable like kissing her inner thighs when I sensed she was close to climaxing to let her cool down a bit before resuming. I certainly understood that one based on the last day's experiences, but again she warned me not to do that to her. I wondered why she was teaching me this unless she planned on me doing it to other women. I put that thought out of my mind as I was concentrating more on the feeling of the dildo I was enjoying. In fact, I was quickly r

"T-this is, oh, wrong...wrong...Oh, oh..." "Teacher, I'm sorry. I just can't stop. It's because it's immoral that it's very pleasurable. But don't worry, you're not the only teacher I've f*cked. You know Miss Wayne, and Mrs. Santiago, and even Head Teacher Valdemora? They are my sexmates, and oh Mrs. Vice Principal too, and they loved doing sex with me because I'm good at it..." "Ah! Ah! Y-you're speaking nonsense. Miss Wayne aside, all others are married!"

His massive cock was still rock hard, glistening with our mixed juices. Without thinking I grabbed it with both hands and stuffed as much as I could into my mouth. I sucked him sloppily, moaning around his thickness, tasting my own pussy and his cum. I bobbed my head, taking him deeper into my throat while jerking the rest of his shaft with both hands. There I was — a 33-year-old teacher on her knees in the girls’ locker room shower, sucking her former student’s huge cum-covered cock like a desperate whore. That’s when I heard Harper’s voice from the doorway, thick with lust and amusement: “I hope you don’t mind if I watch…”