I'm My Teacher's Fantasy Wife
The new teacher, Mr. Wyatt was very studly and (as I found out) very nasty. Walking home with my cousin Buck when Mr. Wyatt stopped and offered us a ride in his old pickup. Sure.
On the seat I got squished in the middle, with the stick shifter between my thighs. When Mr. Wyatt shifted, his hand pushed my shirt up, showing my cotton panties.
"Oops, sorry Lacey."
A mile later Buck got out at his job. Then it was just the teacher and me sitting next to each other in awkward silence. Every time he shifted, his hand moved dangerously close to my pussy.
Mr. Wyatt asked if Buck was my boyfriend and if we were "doing it."
"Hell no, I wouldn't fuck Buck--he's my cousin! Besides I'm waiting for a real man." I giggled. "Why did you ask? You wanna be my beau?"
Mr. Wyatt chuckled but I saw him checking out my hot, 18-year-old body. His eyes moved to the dark crease in my panties, and I felt something I'd never felt before...the power of pussy.
Wow, suddenly I knew I could hook Mr. Wyatt with a little piece of pink meat...
I'd never fucked before, just lots of finger fucking. Even let Buck feel my tits and finger me a few times. And I knew how crazy guys got, feeling inside my tight hole.
I kissed Mr. Wyatt goodbye. His jaw dropped. Priceless.
After that, I got a ride home daily. I'd sit really close, so he'd have to shift between my horny thighs. And I wore sheer panties so he could see a bit of pussy fuzz every time the shifter pushed up my skirt.
Of course I always kissed him goodbye, wiggling my plump tits against his arm.
Then came Mr. Wyatt's birthday. I didn't know about it until he stopped and walked me to my front door. He never did that.
"Lacey, today's my b-day. And I want your special gift."
"Hunh?" I was so naive. "What gift?"