Mysexy Teacher Novels & Stories

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

she said. “I.. I thought you were just being nice. How am I to know you have feelings for me because you drove me to the hospital or called me in class? You are my class teacher for Christ sake.* I said and my head was kinda spinning. “Yes I am your class teacher, but firstly I am a girl and I have feelings, you know? One can't control who one falls in love with." “M..Ma but this is not right." “No it's right, don't look at me as your teacher I am not that old I am only 20 years. My education was really fast."

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.

His back was towards the gate so I couldn't see his face. And I started looking at him, "yaar he is so handsome", meanwhile his face turned towards me, looking at him my eyes remained wide open and I was left breathless, "he...what is he doing here" he was the same person with whom I was last night and how did he reach here so quickly, Wait a minute, I was with my teacher last night. "God, for what mistake are you punishing me? First I have had a breakup and on top of that I have spent the night with a stranger and he is a teacher in my class in my college. What could be worse than this?"

After a while, Makoto musingly chuckled: "You know, we're two very lucky bastards to have her as a teacher. I mean, she's so fucking hot and cool, and she just let us fuck her all night in every hole! I mean, really, best teacher ever!" "I know, right," Simon absentmindedly replied, almost tripping on a crack in the sidewalk because he simply couldn't tear his eyes from the video playing on his phone, his gaze glued to Emma's thick, bouncy booty and her pink, cock-gobbling little butthole. Almost as an afterthought, he added: "Miss Cherry is kinda sexy too, though..."

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.

Ain’t that the time we are horny the most for our mate? “I mated before? Who was it?” “I don’t know. I only have his name. You keep everything about him from me, even when you…” He looks away again. I take a deep sigh. What the hell is my past self-thinking?! Did I just destroy a child’s mentality as his teacher?! “What did I make you do, Theo?” “You let me touch you.” Touch me? F*uck! I am a rotten teacher. “And you orgasmed.” I pale. Somehow, I can imagine a young Theo pleasuring me during my estrus. I hit my head. That is some sexual awakening alright.

It was a student fucking his teacher, the woman bent over the desk, moaning like her body was made to be used. Every thrust, every slap of skin echoed in the video. The teacher clawed the wood, screaming his name, begging for more. Next time we meet, you’re going to fuck me like that. Her message sat right below the clip. My chest tightened, my cock twitched. I swallowed hard. Before I could even process it, another notification popped up, a view once snap. My thumb hovered, heart pounding, then I tapped it. Fuck. Amanda, sprawled naked across what looked like her bed, one hand squeezing her breast, the other buried deep between her legs.

“Perfect. Looking at your body makes my pu**y sopping wet, Mr. Sticks. How naughty of you. You should try to be less sexy. It’s not proper to make your teacher want to f**k you.” She’d probably read about how much he liked her to talk dirty. She leaned over, her face inches from his straining cock. “Is this for me?” Her tongue slid out between her soft pink lips and collected the bead of pr**cum glistening at the tip of his cock. His abs contracted involuntarily. “Yes,” he gasped. “For you. It’s hard for you.”

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