Novel & Cerita Erotica Teacher

Her eyes began to water, and makeup ran in dark lines down her face. "That's excellent work, Lydia," said Miss Kay, coming around to look. She slapped the girl's glistening cheek lightly where his cock pressed against it from inside, giving him a jolt. He popped out and the teacher reached down, making a ring around the base of his erection with her cool fingers.

Occasionally she would feel hands from behind her and guessed that students would fondle her ass as they approached the desk. She didn't know how many times that happened during the lesson, she just kept licking away at her teachers pussy like an obedient dog, completely losing track of time. After what felt like fifteen or twenty minutes of oral servicing she finally felt Ms Haywood's legs clench around her as she shuddered. The woman's face held its composure as Sara suspected that nobody else in the classroom would even realize that Ms Haywood had just came. Once the last of the spasms had stopped, Ms Haywood untangled herself from Sara, allowing the young girl to sit upright, under the d

He growled to her, his huge hand wrapped around her throat as he wrecked her wet coochie. El was creaming all over her hot Professor's fat cock, moaning like the dumb whore that she was. I whispered the dirty words as I typed away. "Ram my pussy sir, cream my cunt please. Fuck me harder." I whined softly. My glasses were fogged from the heat. The heat in the class or the one my body was producing, I didn't know which one was hotter. I've been obsessed with this man since I transferred to the school. Professor Garrett was my Sex Education lecturer. To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

The next class was Mystic Morphology, which had to do with paranormal physiology and other esoteric life sciences. “Hell, the only reason I registered for this course is that I heard the teacher is hot as f*ck!” I overheard a girl chattering in excitement and her bimbo friends screamed in excitement. I couldn’t withhold my scoff. Even if he was hot, he’d probably be ten to fifteen years older, and those airheads wouldn’t even appeal to him. A loud gasp made me snap my head upwards from my tablet, just in time to watch the teacher walk into the class.

A person older than her, her mind reminded; A teacher. Realization dawned on her as she walked down the stairs to Reid's desk. She had sexually touched a teacher. Dreamed naughty things about his lips on hers, his fingers dancing on her skin. His big intimidating manhood in her. Maya brought her thighs together as her arousal made itself known.

Everyone stayed silent. The instructor locked the door and dimmed the lights further. “Welcome to Masturbation Class,” he said, his voice smooth and authoritative. “I am Master Kane. Here, we explore pleasure without shame. You will learn to touch yourself under guidance. To perform. To let go. Some of you will be watched. Some of you will be touched. All of you will come harder than you ever have before.” Lila’s breath hitched. She could already feel herself getting wet. Master Kane walked slowly around the circle, studying each face. When he stopped in front of her, his eyes dropped to her bare legs under the short skirt.

The next day at school I was still replaying every second of what I’d done to Nancy. My cock stayed hard through every class at the thought, and I barely heard a word the teachers said. Then came last period. Ms. Harper’s class. Our Sub teacher. Early 30s, recently divorced, curvy in all the right places, and always dressed like she was trying to stay professional but failing. Tight white blouse that stretched across her heavy tits, black pencil skirt hugging her wide hips, and those black heels that made her legs look endless.....

he growled, hand diving between my thighs, fingers circling my clit through soaked folds. "Yes, Prof! Touch me!" I bucked, slick coating his palm as he plunged two fingers inside, curling, hitting my *g-spot heaven*. My walls clenched, orgasm building fast. But he froze, pulling back, eyes tormented. "Shit… I can't. You're my student." I whimpered, chasing his hand. "Please... I need your cock." He stepped away, panting, adjusting his raging hard-on. "Study. Then you leave."

She shouted and focused on her laptop again. A smile lit up her face. “It's teachers' assess day today, Mr. Hayes will be joining us today.” Ms. Melissa said with a big smile. My face drained. For fuck's sake. The teacher in question that I was in bed with this morning knocked on the door and entered the classroom. He was wearing a blouse that he bunched over his elbows, showing off skin. His beard was perfectly trimmed and he was wearing casual trousers. He looked perfect.