Crossed Lines

"Fuck, stop looking at him Debh, yes he's only 5 years younger than you and yes he is technically legal, but no, no, just fucking no, he's a final year High School student and you're his fucking teacher..."

It had been like this all year, Debh had this growing obsession with one of her final year, students, Kyle Cupar. 18 a couple of months ago and at 6'5 and a regular in the school's first XV Rugby squad.

She glanced up at him watching him work, scanning the class quickly to make sure no one was watching her, her eyes moving from his hair to his face, his stern look of concentration adding a few years to his soft fresh face. If he walked up to her in a pub and offered to buy her a drink, she'd not have thought twice about him possibly being a bit young.

He was at that age where his build was rapidly catching up with his height, lean muscle building onto a long, strong, V shaped torso, hair a bit of the long side and pleasantly chaotic, not one of those stupid mullets so many of the young rugby boys were sporting these days. Eyes that sparkled when he spoke, a strong jawline which he'd clearly been shaving for some time already. In all essence a man already... with that thought her eyes drifted down below his desk, between his parted thighs... "Get a fucking grip Debh" she told shouted at herself internally and put her head down to focus on prepping for tonight's parents evening.

A last glance up, and she felt and saw Kyles eyes on her chest, quickly averting his gaze as she looked up. "fuck, tell me I'm not getting wet at that." a definite warm tingling sensation between her thighs, looking back down, her eyes caught her cleavage, "I have to say my tits do look good in this top", she likes to look good, to feel womanly, "Appropriately inappropriate, she thought with a smirk, or should that be inappropriately appropriate?" They caught Kyle's eye anyway she thought with a naughty smile. her mind screaming at her to look up and see if he was still watching but resisting the urge.

The parent's night rolled around and she had the regular stream of proud or embarrassed parents accompanied by their kids who were invariably all embarrassed to be told how well they were or weren't doing in front of their mums and dads. She hated doing these, they were tedious as hell, required a lot of work and rarely made any difference whatsoever to any child's performance, but this is the system they were stuck with, she thought with a sigh.

To make matters worse she'd got an email from Kyles dad asking if he could have a late appointment at 9pm. they were supposed to be finished by 8pm so shed to hang about for another hour having been in since 8am anyway. She wasn't compelled to, but since it was Kyle's dad, she had made an exception. An officer with police Scotland, head messaged to say that a case had run over and he couldn't get away any earlier, and his wife worked overseas so couldn't be there.

She waited in the reception office for the door to buzz, the caretaker and everyone else long gone, 9pm came and went and by 8 mons past she was getting pretty pissed off until her mind wandered back to Kyle, and her hand slid lightly up her inner thigh, gently stroking herself through the thin fabric of her little black thong, jumping with an embarrassed start when the buzzer sounded at 11 minutes past 9. Composing herself she pressed the intercom to the entrance door "Hi this is Marcus Cupar, Kyle dad, sorry I'm running late for an appointment with Miss Joiner", "In you come" she replied pressing the door release and heading out to the entrance to meet them.

She was surprised to find Kyle wasn't there, and disappointed if she was honest, "Is Kyle not joining us this evening she asked?"

"Sorry it's just me, he's got trials for Currie Rugby club tonight and my wife works in Dubai for 3-month blocks so is only home about 4 weeks a year." he explained as she led him into her class and sat him down by coincidence where Kyle normally sits.

it was then, looking at him properly for the first time she was taken aback by how similar they were, while Kyle looked older than his age, his dad definitely looked younger for his. he could easily pass for late 30's when he must be 10'years older than that. he had the same jostled dark hair, with just a hint of grey and very much the same tall, lean, muscular build. she felt a flutter in her groin as she pulled up a seat at the side of the desk and opened Kyles file.

Debh explained how Kyles grades last year were top of the class and how he was a great student to teach and a pleasure in class, (with a naughty internal smirk - well she hoped she kept it internal) his work had slipped a bit this last year.

She looked in his eyes and could see emotion there, struggle, and suddenly his calm strong demeanour broke. he started trying to explain how hard it had been, his wife moving to Dubai, and with the pressures of his job, feeling like he was failing Kyle, her hand touched his on the desk in a comforting gesture, and his fingers closed around it, his wet blinking eyes meeting hers apologetically, embarrassed for breaking down, but as she looked into them something broke in her, it was like looking into the eyes of Kyle, a sad and upset Kyle, and before she knew what she was doing she raised her other hand to his cheek, holding it tenderly, her eyes moving from his to his lips and back, and she started to move if to kiss him..

"WHAT THE FUCK DEBH! her brain screamed at her and she stopped herself at the last second, but her intention had been clear, and Marcus, full of raw emotion had felt it too, he bent forward, sliding his hand up the back of her neck into her long hair moved inward while pulling her back inward too, his mouth hungrily meeting hers, Debh immediately caught up in the million fantasies she'd had of Kyle, kissed back deeply on the mouth of this near carbon copy of him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... he's unbuttoning my shirt" she thought in a panic before realising her fingers were half way down his chest unfastening buttons too., her fingers sliding inside his shirt onto his bare chest, a little hairier than she'd ever imagined Kyle's but she liked that, a little pinch on his hardening nipple as she felt her bra strap unclasp, not even aware his hand had slid up her back, his hands sliding around her ribcage and slipping her ample soft breasts from the bra cups, big warm hands pressing up inside the cups, feeling the weight of them, softly massaging them, fingers digging in a little, her nipples harder and harder against the palms of his hands, his lips kissing over her chin and down her throat, over her chest to her soft cleavage, until frustrated by her clothing he paused to slide the shirt then bra from her shoulders, then standing, guiding her to the wall, (well the interactive whiteboard - but she was sure this wasn't the 'Interactive' they'd meant).

The plastic surface cold on her back as she slid his shirt from his shoulders too, then he slowly, yet hungrily kissed his way down her chest, kissing, sucking, gently biting her large soft breasts, her small firm nipples as hard as she could remember them being, all the while lost in the thought between this being Kyle or his father.

"FUUUUUCK...." she thought to herself as he dropped to his knees and his hands slid up her thighs, almost feeling the beat of a pulse in her warm, and now very wet pussy... his hands cupped her ass and slid down the back of his thighs as he brushed his face against her groin through the fabric of her skirt and thong, then she surprised herself by pressing her hips forward and sliding her skirt down over her hips letting it fall to the floor, standing there naked except for her little thong in front of this totally familiar, total stranger, she felt his hands slide around her knees from behind and apply a little pressure to the insides, encouraging her to widen her stance as she watched the lower half of his face disappear between her thighs, felt his nose and mouth and chin press into the thin, narrowing gusset of her thong, watching his eyes looking up at her, over her lace covered pubic bone, and between her parted tits.. one of her hands grasping her own breast, the other sliding into, kyle... no Marcus', og, god... Whoever's hair, feeling his tongue push against the fabric as she now rocked her hips into his face, hand over the top of his head, putting pressure on the back of it, grinding his face into her soaking wet knickers, which he hungrily lapped at and pressed his face into.

I'm so fucking wet, she thought to herself, just as she felt his fingers hook over the waistband of her little knickers, and slide them over her hips, letting them drop to the floor, before she felt his tongue press deeply inside her, his 9 pm shadow slightly rough on the smooth skin of her crease, but she loved the feel of him pushing his mouth right into her, deeper and deeper, hungrily devouring her essence as it flowed from her...

Then his lips moving, closing around her swollen clitoris, feeling the pulse of him gently sucking her, his tongue ever so lightly flickering over and around it, she loved the feeling and was rocking her hips lightly in time with his tongue, but was just was starting to crave some internal stimulation, when she felt first one, then a second, long thick finger press inside her hot, wet pussy, felt them curling pulsing in her opening at first. Moving deeper, over her front wall internally, seeking out her g spot.

"Oh god, just there" she heard herself say, apparently not afraid to let him know that was lighting her fire, then his fingers started to flutter, right there on her g spot, as he gently sucked and flickered his tongue over and around her clit...

Almost instantly her legs were quivering. shuddering, harder and harder... Cumming soon, feeling it build through her body, like every muscle and sinew in her was contacting erotically, tightening more and more, her pussy gripping so tightly around his thick fingers, building, building, approaching her peak but feeling him ease back just a fraction, knowing she was almost there, he was holding her there... right on the cusp, gasping out hard and loudly, (fuck, fuck, fuck, he needs sto... stop or I'm going to gush over his face)... but he didn't stop he just held her there for another few moments, on the edge of heavenly oblivion.

Then without warning, he started licking harder and more hungrily, fingers fluttering intensely inside her, seeming to fuck her with them, and they simultaneously flickered, all control of her body lost, she felt a hot gush of her essence start to stream from her, in an instant his fingers sliding from her, his face pressed up into her, pushing upward, licking, devouring, his hungry tongue seeking out every drop of her sweet salty essence.

Her legs barely able to hold her as finally he slowly stood, his face soaking from her, but she had to grasp it and she hungrily kissed him deeply on his mouth, tasting herself on him, over his face, until he pressed her backward a little, flipped her around, her sideways face and chest pressing into the interactive whiteboard, he placed her hands on it, and unfastened his trousers, dropping them and his boxers to the floor.

Taking a wider stance than hers to allow for his height, he guided his thick swollen cock between where the base of her arse cheeks met and touched it against her burning hot, soaking wet pussy, feeling him pressing his weight forward, she felt her lips willingly part around his head, (oh god, he's nice and thick) feeling herself still convulsing in waves from her orgasm, clenching involuntarily around his thick head, as he pulsed deeper and deeper into her, (fuck he's hard..) pushing backward, each time expecting to meet the resistance of his body against her ass but no, not yet (fuck, he's long too) feeling his hands grasp her hips as he pulled her into his thrusts, finally driving all the way into her...

Grinding there, long and thick and meaty, stretching her nicely, she slid a hand between her own thighs, and further back between his, her fingers grasping his full ball-sack, while his entire shaft was buried and grinding in her, then releasing his engorged balls as she felt him start to retract, her fingers sliding along the full length of his soaking wet underside as he glided all the way back out, half cupping the underside of it again to fully appreciate his size and girth, then as his head left her parted lips, he suddenly plunged his full length deeply back inside her. All the way, in one firm stroke this time then another, and another, his big hands sliding from her hips to grasp her full tits.

His strokes getting harder and deeper, not rough, but not gentle either, this was urgent, need and want, his hands slid around her and up her back, gripping her shoulders as his body collided again and again with her ass. his swollen cock driving up her front wall, over her g spot, his breathing, deep and rasping... his precum mixed with her essence running down both of their thighs...

His breath changing, his strokes too, slower but firmer, almost lifting her off her feet, pressing her further forward, her hands spread against the whiteboard, chest and tits pressed into it too, a deep guttural cry out as he pressed upward into her with everything he had, literally lifting her heels off the floor, she felt his cock throb inside her, she felt the burst of heat deep in her, and another deep throb, more heat, she could literally feel the cum surging down his shaft and into her. Wave followed wave, 4,5,6, deep gushes filling her before his gasping mouth collapsed against her shoulder, his rapid breaths hot on her skin, his fingers stoking over her naked skin, raising goosebumps on it, as he held there buried deep inside her, the last of his cum trickling from him deep inside her.. Kyle's dad... (FUCK... Debh...!!! )