"Well?" he demanded, but his voice held the barest tremor in it now.
"Sure, Mr. Kress. I've been distracted in class. History seems so dry and dull.
Thinking about you… makes it even worse."
"Me?"
"You. You're about the greatest-looking guy around."
He laughed, but it wasn't a convincing one.
"Don't laugh like that, please! I mean it, Mr. Kress. These kids in school lack your maturity. And not a one of them has your… stature."
She flowed around the desk and seated herself on his lap. Quick, nimble fingers found his fly and ran it down the metal track. His cock snapped to rigid attention.
"See," she said quietly. "I was right. Not a one of them has a cock as huge as this!"
"Miss Benson, this is hardly a proper teacher-student relationship!"
"I agree!" she cried as he slipped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard on the acorn-tipped prick, then looked up into his eyes.
"This is the kind of relationship I've been daydreaming about!"
"Stop that right now! Laurie, this isn't, oh shiiiit!" he moaned as she started sucking hard-on his prick again.
She was expert at giving head. She used every trick she'd learned to make sure he didn't tell her to stop.
Tongue flashing out, she looped it around the very tip of his prick. The way his cockhead throbbed with vitality told her he wasn't going to have her stop.
He needed her mouth on his prick. Her sucking, probing mouth was turning him into an animal, a beast ruled solely by instinct.
She sucked in a couple inches of his prick. Curling her tongue allowed his cock to rest in a wet, rough cradle. Moving her head back and forth, she face-fucked herself. The way she pursed her lips into an "0" provided a perfect vacuum seal.
The harder she sucked, the louder were his moans of joy. He wanted her to stop; this wasn't right.
He also wanted her to continue.
She felt his urgent hands pushing her into the knee-well under his desk. She wondered what was happening. Then she heard Mr. Raybin's voice.
"Hey, Mike, you want to go down to the Golden Mermaid and put away a few beers?"
"Uh, yeah, sounds good, Hank, but ummmmm…" He could barely control his voice.
The girl Silently thrilled to this unexpected intrusion by Mike's best friend.
What would he think if he came around the desk and saw one of his students sucking Mike off?. Would he be shocked? Would he report them to the principal?
The possibility of discovery added fuel to the girl's lust. She sucked even harder on her teacher's cock. Her tongue became a relentless scourge whipping wildly against his prick. She couldn't get enough of his manmeat in her mouth.
Sucking harder, she buried his cock all the way down her throat. Her nose nuzzled in the man's bush. It tickled and rubbed against the very tip of her nose. She felt like sneezing, but held it back. With a mouthful of tasty cock, that would hardly do.
She felt her crotch getting wetter and wetter while Hank Raybin was in the room. He didn't know what was happening under the desk. He might see at any instant. So far, this was a shared secret between her and the man whose cock she so avidly sucked.
He wouldn't-couldn't give them away. He'd have to alibi out of going out and having a couple beers. And she'd make it so damned hard for him to talk, he'd have to prove to her that he had iron control.
Her tongue circled around the very end of his prick. She stroked gently over the tiny flap of skin dangling under the head of his cock, the most sensitive portion of his prick. Then she increased the suction so much her cheeks went hollow under the exertion.
"I, uh, I'll have to… to take a r-rain check on it, H-Hank," the teacher managed to stutter.
"Anything wrong, Mike? You look all flushed. Running a temperature or something?"
"Yeah, s-something like that. B-better go home and r-rest a little, you know.
See you t-tomorrow, Hank."
"S'all right, old man. Take it easy… or any way you can get it!" With that, the other teacher left.
Mike wasted no time in pulling the girl from under his desk. "What the hell do you mean doing that to me! You could have gotten us both in a shitload of trouble!"
"Why, Mr. Kress, such language. And from a man with such a biiiig cock, too. I wouldn't have expected it."
"You little bitch!"
He raised his hand as if to strike her, but she was faster. She gripped his wrist and pulled the powerful hand to her crotch. She pressed it firmly down and moaned lightly. It felt good having his hand so near her snatch.
"God! You're wet!"
"For you, Mike, for you!"
Her hand snaked out and wrapped itself around his still jerking cock. It was slick with her saliva. She had no trouble running her hand up and down the long length. In a few seconds •the last of the teacher's resistance had faded away.
He wanted to fuck her. She could tell by the way his cock was gradually expanding with excited blood.
"Go on, Mike, fuck me! Take me right here on your desk!"
The thought they might be seen gave her added excitement. She hadn't realized how thrilling it was, the fear of discovery while engaged in a sexual act.
Society seemed to think, there was something dirty about sex. She loved sex in any form. But there were still hang-ups she had had engraved on her. Sex had to be done in bed in a dark room and with only one person.
She thought what all those people were missing out on! The spice added by possible discovery while actually fucking was almost as much fun as actually having a hard spike of cock slammed up her cunt.
The teenager plopped her well-padded ass on the man's desk, hiked up her skirt and lifted her hips off the desk. In a low voice, she told him, "Go on. Take my panties off. They're in both of your ways."
The teacher licked his lips and then, hands trembling, slipped his fingers under the elastic band of the white cotton panties. The material was already damp with her love juices. Her pussy was leaking out its message to him in the most graphic manner possible.
She kicked the useless panties off her foot and rocked back, supporting herself on her elbows. Her knees were raised and slightly parted. The man looked down the erotic gunsight straight at her pussy.
"There it is, Mike. All yours. Take me! Ram your cock into my poor little pussy and fuck me!"
"Damn, I never thought…"
Those were the only words he wasted. In a flash, he was between the marble-white pillars of her thighs, his cock ramming forward seeking out her well-greased twat.
They both gasped in unison when the huge purpled head of his cock penetrated her. She sank back to the desk, looking up at the acoustic tiled ceiling. Her vision blurred as she thought how great this was, having a mighty cock drilling hard into her hungry pussy.
When he finally sank his prick all the way up her quim, she knew he had the biggest cock she'd ever taken. Wrapping her slender legs around his waist assured her he wouldn't escape. She needed that prick more than anything else in the world. She had to have it. Feeling it fucking her hard and fast was all that mattered to her in the entire universe.
As his hips began a slow, rhythmic motion, she knew she'd done the right thing.
No novice cocksman, her teacher! He knew exactly how to get her hot right away.
His -prick lightly touched every single square inch of her cunt as it sank into her belly.
Twisting his hips, bucking up and down, corkscrewing to and fro, he reduced her to a shivering blob of pure desire. His cunt-juice-soaked pubic hair dragged over her clit. Each touch was electric. If her nerves had been soaked in acid, the effect couldn't have been more intense.
No matter what he did, she shuddered long and deep. Her chest felt as if a huge weight had been dropped on it. Sandpaper covered her throat. Her breath came in harsh pants.