A Bad Teacher For A Bad Boy (Closed)

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Ms. Jones tapped her ruler impatiently on her desk. Her student was late for detention. It was unsurprising, of course, but it still irritated her just as much even though it was expected. Martin was such an obnoxious boy - always slacking off in class and making sarcastic remarks. He was always playing on his handheld game too - some new game called Tetris. Surely Anatomy and Physiology should be more interesting than this video game, especially because she was teaching it. It was about time someone taught that naughty boy a lesson, and it might as well be her.

Most the young men in her classes were smitten with her. She was one of the few younger teachers at their school, after all, and did everything she could to accentuate that fact. She wore low-cut tops and tight skirts that clung to her ass. She was still technically following the dress code because she wore blazers and her skirts weren’t short enough to show anything but her long, tan legs. She’d caught many a student staring from time to time. When she’d taken the position here 5 years ago, she hadn’t expected her fantasies of seducing a younger man to grow so strong. But it was amplified whenever she caught one of them staring at her tits or strategically holding a book over their crotch as she helped them with their work. It was getting so bad she’d decided to leave and start teaching science at an elementary school a few states over next year. But before she made the switch, she wanted to get a taste of what she’d been fantasizing about these past 5 years.

Martin seemed like the perfect candidate for this - as he more than deserved a punishment. He seemed to be a bit of a player around school as well. That, or he talked big. Either way she was going to give him a punishment he’d never forget.

She knew he was 18 now - she’d heard him talking about his birthday plans with a few friends. That meant he was fair game, and with just a month left of school her window to strike was growing smaller by the day. Nancy Jones knew she had to make a move soon or she’d miss her chance.

She tucked a stray strand of wavy dark hair behind her ear then adjusted her top, making sure her cleavage showed even more than usual. She was wearing a satiny magenta top and hip-hugging business skirt that stopped just at her knees. She had her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Nancy wasn’t a model by any means but she was pretty and had great curves. She certainly had more meat on her bones than the high school girls, and bigger tits. She pressed her glasses up her nose. Now, how was her plan going to work if Martin never showed up?

 

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I was looking down at the Gameboy I borrowed from Charlie -- maybe I'd even give it back -- and was almost near putting my name at every high score, when I glanced at the clock and noticed I was ten minutes late for detention. Ten minutes later, I finally made the top score, and it was only a matter of time before I would push MCS nine spots lower off the high score and return his Gameboy. Awesome! That Tetris was, like, totally, wicked. Of course, that made taking detention even more lame, and I wondered if I'd become mental from an entire hour with that harsh Ms. Jones. I was going to be outta here next year, although I heard rumors she was going to herd some rug rats in another town.

Anyway, I got an F on account of... skulls, or something, and that meant detention. Totally bogus! I mean, I was getting all F's on the other the other heinous things that she taught, and didn't have to come in at all! Anyway, I came in the classroom all, like, sullen and mega-bummed out that I had to spend the entire afternoon, or at least how long detention was, with her.

Although, yeah, she totally looked hot. I mean, I sure didn't come to class to learn Physiolology or Astronautomy. I mean, I didn't want to become astronaut. I loved looking at her tight ass, and her big ol' breasts, even if it cost me my high score in Tetris. That fine body had nice long legs. Too bad that mental personality of her was attached to them.

Too bad she wasn't blowing out my candle. I mean, it was my birthday! What a totally heinous way to spend an afternoon! At least me and my crew were going to see if there were any bodacious babes to look at after school. Oh, sure, like, half the mallrats there were airheads, but weren't hitting on them for their heads -- unless they gave head.

Anyway, I was kinda psyched that I beat ol' Charlie at his Tetris game, and was entering my initials into the high score, when I entered the room and plopped myself on his desk. I was going to put his Gameboy back in his desk, after checking out what else was in it. Of course, I took a quick peek to look at Ms Jone's fine anatomy...

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Martin didn't even look at me as he strode in over twenty minutes late and sat on top of a desk, eyes glued to that irritating handheld gaming device. I had half a mind to rip it out of his hands and stomp on it with my heel, but I didn't want to risk losing out on the boytoy before I'd even started. I had a feeling if I broke his game he would not be very amenable to my education, no matter how unorthodox. Well, I would simply hold it for ransom then. That seemed like a fine idea. I snatched the Gameboy out of his hands and spun it dangerously in my hand.

"You're awfully interested in this little thing, aren't you?" I said. "If you want it back you'll have to be a good boy. Can you do that, Martin? Can you be a good boy for me?"

I let my eyes linger on his, then they slowly swooped down his body, overtly checking him out. When I had my fill I turned away from him and sat down on my desk, crossed my legs, flashing him some titillating flesh in the process. I placed the Gameboy on my desk behind me and picked up my ruler instead, lightly tapping it against my thigh. "You better have a good explanation for showing up to detention 20 minutes late, and it better not involve that game."

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"Late? I have a good explanation why I'm late," I said, standing up from the desk. I walk towards you, slowly. Undressing you with my eyes. "See, yesterday was my birthday, and Cara Long said she'd give me a surprise today. A nice, wet surprise. She wore her sexy tight crop top and skirt, just for me. It's that top that exposes her nice round breasts, you know? The one you get all mad about? Well, we went to the back of the school, and she told me she was wearing no panties. Absolutely no panties. She grabbed the chainlink fence and presented her ass to me. I lifted up her dress and, you know what, she really wasn't wearing panties. It was just her bare bottom underneath that tight little skirt. I spanked her pretty little ass and freed out my big hard stiffness so I could put it deep in her tight little wetness. And you know what we were doing? We made that chain link fence shake and rattle. I made her scream my name. I fucked her behind the school, Ms. Jones. I fucked her hard with my big stiff cock. You ever did something like that, Ms. Jones? You ever had a guy pounding you from behind, Ms. Jones? Maybe on this desk where you're sitting now. Maybe you've had someone spread your legs on this very table and had his big hard dick inside of you, shoving it right in, back and forth, filling you up with stiff hard cock. I was pounding her, Ms. Jones. Pounding her with my hard long dick, sliding into her." I'm up close to you, my lips near your ear, my chest nearly touching your breasts. "And then that damn school intercom calls out my name and I have to go to damn detentionn." You feel my warmth breath against your skin more than the words out of my mouth. "That's my explanation. Fuck the gameboy. And I can be anything you want, Ms. Jones."

 

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I was used to Martin's prickly attitude, but he'd never been so outright vulgar before. I was a little surprised but didn't let it show. Instead, I slapped the ruler down on the desk beside us threateningly. It made a loud snapping sound. Whether it was true or not the explanation for his tardiness had gotten me wet. His questions aroused me. Of course, I'd been fucked, but not on this desk. He was trying to get a rise out of me, but he had to remember who was in control here. He was leaning into me - I could feel the hotness of his breath against my ear. It made her shiver, my large, full breasts brushed his chest breathly. I tapped the ruler on the desk in a steady, threatening beat.

"I wanted to give you a gift for your birthday too, Martin," I explained as my lips moved to his ear as he'd done to me. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him firmly against me. Then I spanked his behind with the ruler with surprising strength. "I'm sorry to punish you the day after your birthday, Martin, but I just can't hold myself back any longer. You've been a terrible student. An irritating troublemaker, incredibly distracting to the other students... not to mention distracting to me." I spanked him again, then I released his collar and reached down, dragging my hand down his chest, down to the belt buckle of his jeans.

I move my lips down to his, hovering them a breath apart from his. I stared into his smoldering dark eyes, then kiss him with incredible passion, my lips forcing his apart. I pressed the ruler hard against his ass as I held his body captive against my own and kissed him deeply.

 

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As you rap that ruler on the desk, I smirk. "Ooo... that ruler is so long and stiff and hard. Do you like having a ruler in your hand? Do you like how it feels, all rigid like that? Do you have a ruler at home, Ms. Jones? Is it made out of plastic? Do you like measuring it, every night, in bed after work seeing all those hot boys staring at you all day in class? Do you think of measuring their hard stiff rulers when you're in bed, Ms. Jones? Do you want to find out how long they are, Ms. Jones? Why, I bet you can find out how long my ruler is right now," I smile. "It's not gonna be an entire foot long, but I'm sure it'll be long enough," smile, pressing my chest into yours.

"I wanted to give you a gift for your birthday too, Martin," I hear, as you grip by collar and pull me into chest. I feel your firm soft breasts against my chest as your words breath against my ear. I get a little bit stiffer. Suddenly, I feel your ruler against my butt. I compose myself as I hear you say you're punishing me. I'm distracting you. I'm distracting you with my eighteen-year old student body. Your hand is on my belt buckle, and I'm not stopping you. I feel your kiss and moan into you. You press that ruler against my ass, and I respond by spreading your legs and pushing myself against you, siiding up your skirt, my crotch against your exposed, defenseless panties. I reach for your bound hair and release it, pulling off the tie to your ponytail. I nuzzle against your ear, your hair flowing against my breath, then grope your breasts through your magenta top. I have half a mind to rip it off, but instead, undo the side, allowing me to see the rest of your cleavage, and squeeze your breasts more firmly. I kiss you again, fumbling for the hook of your bra strap, freeing your breasts. I then take one of them and suck, sucking as hard as this arouse eighteen-year old male can.

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Martin's attempt at dirty talk was laughable. It was just so over the top with innuendo, but somehow it was still getting her wet. Ms. Jones could feel her silk panties dampening with arousal as her student commented on her fantasying about the boys in her class. How had he known? At the suggestion she could find out how long his ruler was right now, Ms. Jones spanked him hard with her real ruler and thrust her hips into his. She felt his hard, stiff erection against her and moaned in need.

He undid her hair and starting grabbing at her tits, eager, so, so eager to discover her body. "I see your...mmm...much more interested in anatomy now," she purred approvingly as he undid her shirt and took one of her pointed nipples in his mouth, sucking her breast enthusiastically. She pawed at his back, urging him on. She put the ruler down and grabbed his ass, squeezing the firm, muscular flesh.

 

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"I see your...mmm...much more interested in anatomy now," I hear.

"Mmm... uh, yeah. Anatomy," I mumble, groping your firm breasts, taking one into my mouth. I suck and I suck, your nipple inside of my mouth, as I flick and slide my tongue againt the nub. My ass twitches at your spank, and I involuntarily react when I press my hardeness against your sopping wetness through your panties. My buckle undone, my hardness is not yet released from my boxers, just the unzipping will release my pants to the floor. I take your hand and place it on my cock as I look into your eyes. "Unzip me, Ms. Jones. You're grabbing my ass and you want me, right?" I breathe groping and suckling at your breast. "Your moans tell me that you want me," I say, almost incoherent as I push your skirt up and slide my hand into your panties. I feel your wet slickness and begin to finger you, my cock rubbing against your fingertips. Still grasping (and fumbling) at your breasts, I kiss you, my tongue against yours as I moan as well...

 

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Martin was bold, reaching for her hand and placing it on his cock, asking her to unzip his jeans. Miss Jones almost did it but resisted the urge. This was his punishment, not his reward. He licked and caressed her breasts, sucking and teasing her hard nipples. She moaned softly and squeezed his ass tight. He reached his hand under her skirt, pushing her panties aside, and rubbed his fingers against her, gently slipping them inside. Ms. Jones moaned into her student's mouth as he kissed and fingered her. His cock was hard against her hand as she found the opening in his boxers and started rubbing his cock as well.

"I think you're forgetting who's in charge here," she panted, breaking their kiss. "Now, I want you to get down on your knees, take my panties off, and clean up my pussy, Martin. Lick my pussy clean from how wet you've made it," Miss Jones ordered. In one quick motion, she leaped onto her desk, pulling his fingers out of her wet depths and releasing his cock. She spread her legs invitingly "If you an A+ job I'll let you be the first to bend me over this desk and fuck me."

 

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Martin's cock was thick. Swollen aching. Aching to be felt inside of Miss Jone's pussy. Miss Jone's pussy that Martin was feeling nice and wet. He unconsciously began to hump her hand, sliding it against her through his now restricting boxers. He was still grabbing, with one hand, fondling those lovely tits that he oh-so-wanted to suckle and lick throughout class. He bit and pinched her stiffening nipples with his teeth. With his other, he busily fingered her juicy hot snatch. He kissed her deeply, his tongue seeking her wetness.

"Now, I want you to get down on your knees, take my panties off, and clean up my pussy, Martin. Lick my pussy clean from how wet you've made it," he heard. Smiling, he backed off, licking his lips.

"Yes, Miss Jones," he said, with piercing look and a low voice. Who's in charge? Martin's response was, indeed, to get on his knees, but he roughly parted her legs on the table, pulling, if not tearing, off her wet, soaked, panties. He was given permission to eat her out, and, of course, took the invitation. Burying his head eagerly between her inner thighs, he licked, slobbering his wet tongue against her wet outer lips, before oh-so-eagerly diving in to her precious inner ones. He savored the steamy taste of her slit, his inexperienced, eager tongue sliding against her inner lips. His anxious yet wanton mouth was accompanied by two fingers, inserting, sliding in frantically, like any boy would. His tongue frantically raced along the slit of Miss Jones.

 

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Martin was finally acting obedient. It was amazing how quickly the promise of a warm, juicy pussy had turned him into a model student. He parted her knees forcefully and knelt between them. He ripped off her panties with urgency then dived between her legs like diving into a warm, inviting pool.

"Mmm good boy, Martin," Miss Jones praised. She placed her hand on the back of his head, not pushing, just encouraging. He was doing a good job. She could tell he was inexperienced in this endeavor, but his eager enthusiasm almost made up for it. He got deep inside her pussy lips with his tongue, teasing her, and then he slipped in two fingers. He fingered her frantically, his tongue sliding alongside his fingers.

Miss Jones let go of his head to pick up the ruler on her desk. She tapped it teasingly, threateningly on the desk.

"Use your tongue on my clit as you finger fuck me," she ordered.

 

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Martin knelt between those delicious thighs, his ardent wanting tongue madly sliding and slurping against that slit. His own hard-on, released when his pants were unbuckled, was throbbing maddingly, twitching as much as he was licking.

"Mmm good boy, Martin," Miss Jones praised. Martin felt Miss Jones' hand on the back of his head, and looked up, his tongue still salivating, inserted into her wet folds. Encouraged, he spread her legs further apart, this time scraping his upper teeth against her folds, held between his teeth and his tongue. As they locked eyes, he moaned into her pussy, as he devoured her wet juices.

"Use your tongue on my clit as you finger fuck me," she ordered. Martin replies by moving upwards, his wet chin and face, covered with Miss Jones' pussy juices. He marvels at her swollen clit, then licks it, just as enthusiastically and energetically as when he was licking her pussy. Her pussy is occupied by his fingers, frantically exploring, turning every which way in her slick tight tunnel, fervently exploring her wetness. He eventually thrust forward and back, rapidly, his two fingers slightly curled as he pressed them against the walls of her tunnel.

 

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Miss Jones had to give her student some credit, he knew how to finger a pussy. Those curled fingers were making her so wet. Her juices leaked from her opening and slid down his hand. Miss Jones reveled in the pleasure and the power she held as her fingers tangled in his soft brown hair, encouraging him. His lips were so eager, so soft, so young. Inexperienced with his mouth but very talented with his fingers. Dumb high school girls had probably been too naive to ask for it and he'd been too stupid to offer it, but he was learning quickly. His tongue flicked against her clit frantically, desperate to please her. Miss Jones got off on the power as much as she did the pleasure he brought.

She enjoyed the journey to orgasm, felt her pleasure build and build, moaning wantonly. She was basically riding his face by this point, but he was keeping up fairly well. "Good boy, Martin!" she praised when she finally reached her pick, several long minutes later. She came hard, her cunt squeezed around his fingers over and over. She held his head against her sex as she came, locking him in place. When she finally let him emerge his face was glistening with her essence. When he stood up fully, she saw just how large his cock had become.

"Hot for teacher?" she asked with a pointed look down at his erection. She hopped off the desk and spun around, leaned over it, swaying her backside sensually. "That may have been more than an A+ job. May even get some extra credit..." she smirked, but quickly continued, lest he get a big head. "But don't get too cocky yet... Let's see how long you can last inside my warm, wet, tight pussy," Miss Jones taunted seductively.

 

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Martin licked his lips, his cock aching to penetrate Miss Jones. Miss Jones, that hot teacher he wanted ever since he laid eyes on her at class. Miss Jones, whose hot body plagued his dreams. Miss Jones, whose beautiful breasts and hot pussy were ready for him. He had been fingering her, his curved finger exploring her hot tight wet womb. He had been licking her, his stiff tongue sliding as deeply as it could into her steaming hot sex. His mouth was coated with her sticky delicious juices. He wiped off his mouth, but not before tasting her pussy on his own lips. He looked at her, his hair tussled from her wanton hands holding him as he licked her out. Only a few girls he fucked had ever done this, the others merely arching, grasping the bed, as he licked them out.

Eventually, he heard her come. He *felt* her come. The moans from her breath, moans just like girls he fucked before. The tightening of her pussy over his juice-soaked fingers. "Good boy, Martin," he heard. Well, let her have her little power trip, so long as I get to fuck her, he thought. He couldn't wait to stick his big hard cock into her, feel that wet silken tunnel he just licked and fingered. He stood up and kicked off his pants, his thick hardness leaking a drop of glistening precome just for her.

"Yeah. Definitely 'hot' for teacher. Hot and hard," Martin said, a serious and devouring look on his face. He drank in her body as she spun around, finally showing off her backside, her bottom ready to be fucked, and fucked hard. "Extra credit.. yeah..." he said, holding his big thick monster for her tight wet pussy. "I can last hard..." he said placing the tip of her cock against the slit of her wet pussy. He groaned, not believing he was entering her, feeling his cock consumed by the wet slick tunnel, Martin pumping Miss Jone's body for all that he was worth. He could feel his cock melting into her, her hot wetness devouring him, as he began to fuck his very own teacher...