Hot Pe Teacher Novels & Stories

she continued, hardly reacting at all to the teacher's strong words, or the offer that had followed them, "you don't like licking pussy, you don't like going down on girls, you love sucking cock..." "That's right," the teacher said sternly, clearly about to explode in anger once more. "...how do you feel about sucking clit?" "Oh," the teacher replied, sitting down as if the storm had passed, as if she'd never raised her voice at all. "Well, now that you ask - I do love sucking clit."

Scared of being caught by others in faculty making both of crazy. I started to move my hips like I never did before, I can smell her, that blissful cherry perfume, her body scent, and the sound of my hips hitting her pussy. she started to say my name. “Yes, John! Yes, John! Do it harder. Fuck your teacher pussy!” My blood pumped for every second I pushed into her. I had again reached my peak, I wanted to pull out, but Ms. Hemmings locked her legs behind my back so that I can’t pull out and just like that I let it all out inside of her.

Before I knew it, I found myself in my Literature class. "Pedophilia," the teacher, Mr. Burma, began, pointing to a guy at the back. "What comes to mind?" "Homosexual men," he blurted out without thinking, and I couldn't hold back. I raised my hand, and Mr. Burma looked at me, nodding.

I couldn't believe I was holding her again. "I missed you so much, I love you baby. I'm so happy you're awake." I sobbed, tears still falling, and I felt a wet patch on the middle of my shirt where she was also crying. It felt like a dream. "Mommy, I've missed you so much! There's so much to tell you! I have a new teacher and everything!" Hope said, so excited and happy. I kissed them both on the head, as we stood a few minutes longer in each others arms.

At school, Robert sat in a seat that was excessively little for his six-foot outline, figuring there ought to be a regulation against having a youthful hot educator. His khaki pants' crotch was getting too tight. In preparation for class, his history teacher, Mrs. Balmain Hannah, was writing on the board. Along with the squeaking marker, her incredible butt was wriggling in time. He got lost in his daily fantasies and began stripping his teacher. While his classmates watched,

“Ooh, is someone cooking steak?” “Yep.” Teagan looped her arm through Del’s, grabbing mine with her free hand before she led us both over to the grill. “Del, meet Zed Lewis, chef extraordinaire. He pretends not to like you, but then he feeds you so well that you know he cares.” She let go of me to pat her heart as Zed snorted. She grabbed me again and turned all of us, sweeping her hand toward Rocco, who was still facing the field. “And here’s the world’s hottest history teacher, Rocco Hughes. He’d break hearts if he gave anyone a chance, but—“

The music cut off and the DJ cut in, "Boys and girls, the first slut of the night is taking the stage. And she's no amateur. She's Paradise Kiss's own naughty teacher, Ms. July!" The students turned and stared at me as one of my favorite songs to strip to thundered through the air. Van Halen's Hot for Teacher. My hips swayed as the students rushed to the stage. Well, the boys did in their handsome tuxes, their youthful faces lighting up. "Ms. August!" "That's fucking Ms. August!" "I had her for social studies last semester!" "God, we're going to see her huge tits live! I've spanked to those milkers so many times!"

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.