Student Teacher Erotica Novels & Stories

After a few minutes of savoring their sexual fulfillment, Colton said to Cathy: "Teacher, thank you for everything. Can we return the favor?" "That's not necessary," Cathy replied, laughing. "Oh, please, ask whatever you want," Jena seconded. "There's nothing really, except wishing you all the best in your relationship." Jena, however, pulled her on the bed and spread her thighs. "Now, let me show you what I've learned," she said naughtily, as her tongue made a pass on Cathy's pussy. Cathy didn't refuse, but lifted her legs and placed them on Jena's shoulders. This offered Jena wide access to her cunt. "Now, let me see if you've truly learned."

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

“I want you bare under that skirt, Rose Hale. Every step, every shift in your seat during my lecture—you’ll feel me leaking out, warm and sticky, reminding you exactly who owns this pussy. Whose favorite student gets bred before class like a dirty little secret.” I whimpered, clenching around nothing as he withdrew his fingers and made me suck them clean again, tasting our combined release one final, filthy time—salty, musky, sweet. “Yes, Professor. Thank you. I’ll be so good for you… and so messy.”

The duplicity had hollowed her out, and somewhere in that hollow, the truth rattled loose. "My students," she said. Silence. "The young men I teach." The words came faster now, a dam breached. "They trap me after hours. Three of them. Sometimes nine. I let them do whatever they want. I beg for it. I get on my knees in my own classroom and I take their cocks in every hole I have." Her voice dropped, confessional and obscene. "I'm their whore. The university's whore. Every single night." Someone dropped a coffee mug. Ceramic shattered against the floor, and no one moved to clean it.

Her back was to me and I could clearly see her sexy butt, her glistening pussy, and even the plump little ring of her asshole when she bent over like that. She dropped that tiny thong into my hamper and turned to fix me with a sexy smile. Then she was sliding into my bed, between my legs, and her hand once again wrapped around the base of my pulsing shaft. She feasted her eyes on my hard-on for a few seconds before her eyes locked with mine. "You know you're not supposed to have sex with any of your teachers, right?" I nodded and she nodded in response. Then her fist slowly slid up the length of my shaft and back down.

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.....

“All class, I’ve been dripping just thinking about your mouth on me.” My stomach flips. Heat rushes between my legs so fast my knees almost buckle. “Get off my desk, Lila. This is inappropriate.” She tilts her head, eyes dark. “Is it? Because your nipples are so hard, I can see them through your blouse. And I bet if I touched you right now…” Her hand drifts toward my skirt. I step back, heart slamming. “I said no. You’re my student. I could lose my job.” She slides off the desk anyway, crowding me until my back hits the wall. Her breath is warm against my ear. “You could. Or you could lock the door and let me lick that pretty teacher pussy until you cum on my tongue. Your choice, Miss.”

She didn't even find anything special in him, of course he was indeed handsome, she disliked him for his actions "I mean what sort of teacher announces a test on his first class!" She thought. "Oh my gosh! Girl did you see that hot lecturer!" Kate said squealing in excitement as she sat next to Natalia "Of course I did, he was just in our class" She rolled her eyes. "He's like a living fairytale.. ouuu he's so dreamy!" Kate squeals louder "Quiet it down kate! Yeah he's cute and all, there's no other special thing about him" Natalia said

I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding. I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it. The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock. "Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.

Woman 4: Emily get your head out your ass, he winks at all of us The rest of the women agreed,seems my in-law is a flirt. Woman 1: he always keeps it professional tho, he never slept with anyone of his students or even touched them. I nodded and Eric came out all changed and sexy, he wore some shorts and a black gum long sleeve gym shirt, which stuck to his body, literally carving out his body structure, the broad shoulders, his biceps, his small waist and abs,I became thirsty from the sight, and I swear I had licked my lips Atleast three times, licking off all the balm.