Amy Carter was the new English teacher at Piedmont High. She was very young and very attractive. She was the hottest teacher in school. All of the guys would drool after her. Rumors swirled around the school that she was screwing every guy there from the principal to all of the football team. Eve though those rumors were untrue, Amy loved the attention. Valentineâs Day started an eventful experience for Ms. Carter.
Amy walked into her room that morning, and saw two dozen roses sitting on her desk. There were no cards indicating who they were from. The roses looked and smelled wonderful. She asked around all day, but no one knew about the mystery roses.
Amy thought and thought all weekend, âWho sent me those roses?â
Monday morning, she walked into her room, and a giant white teddy bear, with a red stomach and nose was sitting on her desk. Once again, there was no indication to who it was from. Once again, no one knew who sent it.
This went on all week. Every morning, flowers, candy, expensive perfumes, and such would all be waiting on her in her room. Friday, there was a heart shaped box of chocolates on her desk. She spent the whole weekend devouring them. When she finished them, there was an envelope in the bottom of the box. She opened them, there were several pictures in them. The first picture was fuzzy to make out, but it looked like a womanâs pussy! She looked at the next one, it was a little bit more clear, it was womanâs pussy! Was her secret admirer a woman? The next picture was of a pair of legs, the next was of the upper body. âWho ever this person was, she has big breasts,â Amy noted. The next few pictures were of the hair and face. It wasnât until the last picture, that she knew who this person was. She was lying on her back nude, using a vibrator on herself. It was Harley, The girl in her Senior English Lit. class! She was in shock! At the same time she was something else, but she was to shocked to admit it to herself. She didnât know why, but she kept looking through all the pictures several times. She stopped when she felt âdirty.â
Amy took a shower and wet to bed. That night she dreamed of Harley. She woke up the next morning like she hadnât slept at all, she felt like shit. She went to school. There were the roses, three dozen this time. These had cards from Harley expressing her love for her teacher. All through her first class, Amy tried not to make eye contact with Harley. She wasnât a lesbian, and even if she was, she couldnât carry on an affair with her student. The day as restless, but Amy was glad it was over at two oâclock. She was sitting at her desk reading a magazine. She heard a knock on the door. She told them to come in. It was Harley.
âHi Ms. Carter.â
âHi. What can I do for you?â
Amy noticed how Harley was dressed. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a see through blouse, and if she wasnât mistaken, she wasnât wearing a bra.
âItâs not what you can do for me, itâs what I can do for you.â
âHarley I-â
âYou look so tense, let me help you.â
Harley walked behind her teacher and began to give her a massage on her shoulders. Amy melted. The massage felt so good. Harley had a very good touch. Amy woke up when she felt her kissing her neck.
âHarley stop. We canât-â
âCanât what? I canât make you feel good again? I canât worship your body?â
Harleyâs hands traveled down Amyâs blouse. She rubbed her breasts. Amy was melting even more. Harley spun her around in her chair.
âYou want me to strip for you Amy?â
Harley took off her blouse, freeing her breasts. Amy couldnât take her eyes of her big fat nipples. Harley rubbed herself asking:
âI bet you want to wrap your lips around these, donât you?â
Amy couldnât explain it, but she did want to suck those tits. Amy was swaying her hips when she lifted her skirt to indicate that she wasnât wearing panties. Her pussy was shaven and wet.
âYou will in due time.â
Harley got on her knees, and stuck her hands under Amyâs skirt, and removed her panties. She stuck her head under her skirt, and began to eat out her pussy. Harley was going to town on her teacherâs pussy. Amy was enjoying the tongue lashing her pussy was getting. She was moaning louder and louder, on the brink of an orgasm, when she heard the intercom, it was the Principal.
âMs. Carter? Your two thirty parent teacher meeting is here.â
âOh! What? Uh okay.â
Amy had forgotten all about the meeting she was going to have with Roger Stewartâs parents. She was caught in a trap. Harley motioned that she would get under her desk. She took their clothes with her. The parents came in the room, and Amy tried to have an intelligent conversation with them about their sonâs grade. It was tough because Harley didnât have enough of her pussy the first time. She started eating her pussy again. Harley stifled her moans as best she could. When she couldnât, she would claim she was feeling sick. If only that boyâs parents would have known that Amy came twice while she was talking with her.
Just as soon as they left, Harley got out of her hiding place fully clothed, or as clothed as she was when she first came in. She kissed her teacher on the lips. Amy tasted her cum on her studentâs lips. Harley walked out of the classroom, and left her teacher in a sexual mess.
Amy collected herself, and tried to find her panties. She couldnât. She left for her apartment. She got to her apartment, and was shocked to find her door was unlocked. She opened the door and nearly fainted when she saw Harley sitting on her couch in her panties that she couldnât find in her room.
âHow did you get in here?â