Parent-Teacher Conference - Instructing the Teacher
Jean Banks was waiting for her student Mark's mother to arrive for their scheduled Parent-Teacher Conference.
Susan Jones was 10 minutes late. Jean was starting to get worried that she might not make it.
Susan walked in the door to the classroom. She looked like who did it and ran. Her hair was wild, and her clothes looked like she had put them on in the dark. It wasn't the impression she wanted to give her son's teacher, but feeling like she was, she didn't care too much about her appearance.
"Hello Ms. Jones., I was afraid you wouldn't make it today,"
Susan looked over at the teacher. She was wearing a simple sundress over her lean figure. Her brown, shoulder-length hair had wavy curls in it. Cute, in an innocent, young adult way.
"Ms. Banks, sorry I'm late. I had to...take care of someone." She smirked as she said it.
"Oh, that's okay, these things happen."
Susan looked at the teacher with a smile. The teacher seemed to want to not make waves. She'd be in her rights to be annoyed by a parent being late for their scheduled appointment. Susan decided to see how far she could get with Ms. Jean Banks, grade school teacher. She'd enjoy toying with her.
"Ms. Banks, wouldn't you like to know why I'm late?
"Oh no, that's okay, it's not important." Jean tried to start the conference. She turned to the desk and was reviewing her student's file.
"Oh, I have to tell you, it's juicy..."
Susan leaned close to Jean, whispering in her ear, "I had the most delectable man give me a hard pounding last night. This morning, he insisted on a going away present. I couldn't turn down such a thoughtful gift."
Susan had a grin on her face as she told the timid teacher of her exploits.
Jean stepped back in shock, "that's not appropriate to share with me. That's personal!"
"I don't mind. I like sharing with people. I'm a people person."
Jean walked around the desk to put some distance between herself and this parent who was being wildly inappropriate in her classroom. This was bar talk, not fit for a classroom. Parents and teachers shouldn't be discussing their sexual activities.
Susan walked around the desk to get closer to Jean. Her son's teacher was like a fawn, shy and delicate. Her eyes were wide, and flitting around, trying not to make eye contact with this parent, this woman bragging of her exploits.
Jean panicked and froze. She'd never had a parent pursue her like this. Anyone could walk in at any time. In all the classrooms, parents and teachers were discussing academic performance.
Looking at Susan, Jean felt like she was on the menu; the next prey for a hungry tigress. Jean was panicky, but she hadn't been with anyone in months. It was hard for her to find the time to seek out a lover, and her fingers only went so far.
Susan again leaned close and whispered in her ear. "His cum is leaking out of me, soaking my panties. I feel it squishing every time I move. It's such a turn-on knowing that I have a secret like that. I don't know what turns me on more: the cum in my pussy, or that no one knows unless I tell them.
Jean shook her head and said, "this is wrong, we can't be doing this here."
"Oh, I think this is the perfect place for you to see his cum leaking out of me. His gooey sperm filling me up."
Jean moaned in frustration. She didn't want to admit to herself that the thought of it was enticing to her. Thinking of semen seeping out of this parent's pussy, she felt heat on her cheeks. She felt her own pussy getting wet. She'd never have come on to a parent, especially in her own classroom where anyone could walk in, but she felt delightfully out of control. The fear made it more intense.
Susan watched the emotions flitting across the young teacher's face. She thought she could see her coming to accept the idea. It was time to take her to the next level.
"Jean, kneel down before me. I'm going to let you have what you want.
Jean slowly knelt. Her face was level with Susan's crotch now. She wanted to resist this parent, but didn't feel she could now, she'd lost control of the situation and Susan was pressing her advantage.
Susan put Jean's hand on her waist. "Pull my sweats down, little teacher."
Jean complied and slid them down as Susan stepped out of them.
"I've never been with a woman before."
"I have, I'll instruct you. Sniff my panties. Smell the musk of his cum."