The class was nearly over. It would soon be home time. Billy Smith sat at the back of the room with Sam, watching the shapely form of the Head of the English department.
"I want Billy to stay after class, please. We have to discuss your essay," announced Mrs Pokton, the object of their desire. The previous homework had been to write about a personal experience.
"I told you you'd get in trouble for writing that, Billy," whispered Sam to his best friend. The eighteen year old Billy had submitted an essay based on a porn film he seen last weekend. He told Sam what he was doing and Sam had been against it. He didn't like trouble. Billy had done it anyway.
"What do think of it then Miss?" asked Billy when everyone else had left.
"Well the grammar was awful and some of the descriptive terms would make an army sergeant blush. That is not what we need to talk about though. The assignment was to write about a personal experience. I don't believe you could have performed the acts you describe."
"Well, maybe not all, but I have seen them in porn films," he replied defensively.
"So why did you write about sexual acts you haven't taken part in? I can't mark this work unless it is a personal experience."
"So I get no mark!" Billy was shocked. Usually he got a high mark in English even though he had a problem with his grammar.
"I didn't say that. You just need to make it a personal experience, and I have the perfect way. We can act it out now."
Billy looked quizzically at his teacher. He wasn't the brightest boy and it took a while for him to realise what Mrs Pokton was suggesting.
"Lets go to the staff room Billy, it's more private," she suggested.
They almost ran up the stairs to the staff room, Mrs. Pokton leading the way. All the other teachers had left, Billy pushed a sofa across the door and turned to find his teacher with her hair down and her ass in the air as she rummaged in her bag for something.
"Ah, here it is," She held aloft the essay he had written. "The first act you describe is licking a pussy till the woman has an orgasm. Although you use much cruder language."
"Actually Mrs. Pokton, the first thing is that we both get naked." Billy was already pulling off his clothes, his teacher looked at him for a second then stripped off too.
Billy was on the swimming team so his body was quite lean and well toned. He was obviously excited at the prospect of acting out his story, his penis stood straight out from his body. It was only about seven inches long, but it was about two inches across at the base.
Jane Pokton, 32, blonde and divorced. She liked to keep her body in shape by jogging, her tummy was flat and her tits firm, as was her ass. When she had read Billy's essay she had felt suddenly horny. It had taken her biggest dildo several minutes to relieve the feeling. She was still aroused after a day at school. Now she would see if his body could live up to his imagination. Her clothing was piled on the floor next to a large comfy chair, she looked at Billy and saw his erection. It was exactly as he had described it.
"Well that answers that question," he heard her mutter. "I want you to call me Jane, it sounds odd for you to be fucking me and calling me Mrs. Pokton."
"OK Mrs... err Jane." Billy couldn't believe his luck. He was about to lick the pussy of his English teacher!
She sat in the chair, still holding the pages of his story in one hand, "I hope this chair is OK, I can part my legs quite wide." She lifted one leg onto the arm of the chair. As she looked back at the story to find out what he was supposed to do, Billy approached her, knelt down and stuck his tongue into her pussy.
"Ooh!" she exclaimed. Billy inhaled the smell of her sex, his nose almost touching her small tuft of pubic hair. Jane had shaven her pussy the night before, so it was still smooth as his tongue lapped up and down from the small pucker of her ass, to the hooded clitoris. He noticed that her labia were swelling with the warmth of the increased blood flow as she responded to his licking. Soon his face was damp, she must have been wet before he started. He changed the course of his tongue, first licking the left lip, then the right. He was careful not to touch her clitoris, not wanting to bring her off too soon.
"Ah, that is so good baby, but I want you to concentrate on my clit. Please," she pleaded. "It is itching to be sucked." He didn't need to be told she was horny, he could taste it. Billy stopped his licking action and brought his lips to her engorged clit. At first he just used his tongue to circle it but then he felt a hand on the back of his head.
"Just put your lips over it and suck!" Growled the teacher.
He did. She came.
Her orgasm was sudden and violent. She still held his head against her groin as she bucked her hips off the chair. If he had not been kneeling between her legs, she would have slid onto the floor in her ecstasy. Billy tried to keep sucking her, but soon ran out of breath, her legs had locked around his chest and she still him with his nose buried in her slippery pussy. Fortunately she relaxed her hold before he passed out.
"Wow, I needed that, but I seem to have ruined your essay," she held up her other hand to show several pages of crumpled paper, that she had crushed in her passionate release.
"It don't matter, I remember what's next."
"Me too. I get to suck your beautiful cock." She stood up a little unsteadily, "why don't we swap places?"
Billy sat in the big chair and parted his legs. "I like to feel my balls jerking up and down when masturbate. It'd be great if you could do that too. Do you mind?"