Novel & Cerita Teacher X Student Smut

"So .....did you ever imagine our teachers naked ?" What the fuck ??? The hell??? What is she a pervert ? "Ummm.....peach ...i think you should go and get some help ..." "Huh?" "Picturing your teacher naked is disgusting " "Hey ! I never pictured them naked !! Just saying ...i am like if the teacher is hot ..everybody does that .." "Ya ya " i rolled my eyes . Peach is my best friend who shares every class with me ..

Letting out a gasping sigh, the art teacher shuddered and clawed at the wooden surface of the platform as she climaxed spectacularly, rivulets of gushing girlcum squishing on the clit-rubbing and pussy-fingering digits of her two students, now both devotedly attending to her leaking slit and engorged love button. As Julia's wails of release faded out and her body went limp with post-orgasmic exhaustion, the two slit-frigging girls looked impishly at each other. After casting Robb a swift mischievous glance, the horny art students turned their attention back to the dilated ring of Julia's clingy pink asshole wrapped tightly around his enormous, fully sheathed boner.

She was now secretly admiring Arnold and subtly peeking at his side profile. " Are you listening to me or admiring my perfect face?" Arnold stopped his teachings and faced Lexa while smirking in a teasing manner. Lexa "....." Can he be more shameless?! The young girl rolled her eyes and scoffed. Though it was the truth, but she will never admit to it. " Perfect? I think you should get an eyedrop." Arnold didn't see that coming, and he squeezed his face. Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say.

Hearing all this, I remembered what happened 2 days ago. 2 days ago.... Aditya Sir was teaching in the class. All the girls were staring at him more than studying. Sir was so handsome. There was nothing much in front of him. For once, no one could say that he is a professor by looking at him. In the middle of the class, my attention was on whatever happened this morning. Just then the girl sitting next to me shook me. I was startled. Just then, Sir's voice came. "Miss Riya, if you find my class so boring, then you can go and stand outside. If not, then repeat what I have just taught."

"Could you imagine if your students had any clue what kind of whore their teacher is? You would have boys forcing you to suck their cocks, you would have girls forcing you between their legs and you would be used as a complete cum bucket. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Jasmine was riding the cock furiously now, her desire to come all that mattered, and the dirty thoughts of being used by her students only built on her desire to come. "Fuck, yes, I would love to be a teacher slut," Jasmine screamed, verbalizing her naughtiest dirty fantasy, flashes of so many ex-students she would love to submit to...guys and girls...jocks and nerds...she fantasized about them all. "Close to coming, my t

I immediately hid the smile on my lips and lowered my voice again. “Y-yes?” “I won’t answer your e-exams but I … I will help you with y-your lessons.” I grinned. “Then I’ll be your student.” This is gonna be fun. “It’s a miracle Ms.Carosca.” Smiling, my Teacher told me I was embarrassed the other day. Because he said I couldn’t answer what he was asking. He can teach first before graded recitation and maybe I can answer his question. Many of my classmates also couldn’t answer but he scolded me.

Duh! "You are a teacher and I am your student...duh." I take it as my way out of the gym. He asked me to talk inside the building?! Huh... I should know better, than not to trust any human with a penis! Why? Because they are the real pervert. That teacher dared to ask for a kiss? He is granted a great punch, kick, or maybe slap? I ran as fast as I could to my class. I have to climb two floors to arrive to my class.

Lydia tried not to notice just how perfectly his pale blue broadcloth shirt hugged his well-muscled chest. It was so embarrassing to have such a massive crush on her professor, especially one that had outlasted early hero worship and turned into a raging case of lust that three years had done nothing to dissipate. He didn't wear a wedding ring but that was the extent of her knowledge about his personal life. He was such an old-school gentleman that she knew he would never remotely consider a relationship with a student, even if he was unattached. So she gritted her teeth and squeezed her thighs together, hoping she wouldn't leave a damp spot on her chair.

His cock bulged massively in his pants. “Emma… what the actual fuck are you doing?” His voice was low and rough, barely holding back. I didn’t stop. I fucked myself harder, moaning his name like a whore. “Mr. Harlan… I’ve wanted your big cock for months. Look how fucking wet my slutty student cunt is for you, Sir. It’s dripping everywhere.” He tried to resist, gripping the table. “This is wrong. You’re my student. Stop this right now.” But I pushed harder. I spread my pussy lips wide with my fingers, showing him my pink clenching hole.

I gripped his thighs for balance, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingers as water streamed down his legs. “Fuck, your throat feels like heaven. Tight, wet, milking me. I shouldn’t be doing this. My ring’s on my finger, my wife’s bedroom is right next door, and I’m throat-fucking my student like he’s my personal toy.” His dirty words made me suck harder, my tongue tracing the veins underneath his cock. My own cock ached, leaking pre-cum that the shower water washed away. “Tomorrow, you’ll sit in my class and call me Professor like nothing happened. Think you can manage that?”