The day had droned on and finally the last group of students had exited and I was finally able to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet until students began filtering in for tutoring. I teach history and while not as complicated as some other subjects, some students really struggle with the amount of material in college-preparatory classes.
I sat at my desk and Janice, the teacher who works in the room next to me, poked her head in and asked how the day went. I sighed heavily and said I was glad the weekend was here and looking forward to a couple of days of sleeping late and doing little in the way of work. Janice nodded in agreement and came fully into the classroom.
I perked up because she looked good and because there had always seemed to be an undercurrent of sexual tension between us. She was dressed in a pantsuit with the jacket and the shirt underneath providing plenty of vantage points. She was about 34 and had short, blond hair. Her most impressive assets were her breasts. She had large ones - she recently had a child - and while she tried to downplay them at work, they were difficult to totally conceal.
She seemed overly concern about my day - "overly" used only because she did not know me that well but she was easy to talk to and probably just trying to show she was interested in my day. She sat across me from, crossed her legs and leaned forward as she told me about her day and listened to mine.
I absently rubbed the back of my neck, telling her that it was not good to feel this wired at the beginning of the school year. "Hey, would you like me to give you a shoulder massage? I'm not that bad. Did a bit in college as part of our kineseology classes."
I shrugged, "Sure." Who would turn down a shoulder massage from a beautiful woman? I was not going to be the first and motioned her to come behind my desk.
"Wow! You're so tight back here. What are you doing throughout the day? These kids are not worth this much tension." She laughed as she said it and her laugh was something to hear - clear and warm. "You gotta learn to relax. This massage should do the trick."
As she continued, it seemed she moved closer, leaning into my back and I felt her body close to mine. The massage was doing its job - I slowly began breathing slower and deeper, risking falling asleep in my chair. Meanwhile, I picked up on her breathing and it grew shallower and a little raspy.
I was now completely alert and aware of not only her body but also the way it was pressing against me. Why would she be interested in me? She was married, apparently happy enough to have a kid but she was pushing into me. Her breath grew even shallower as I reached around to stroke the back of her legs. I'm not sure what made me do it but it felt right. I was hard as a rock and a bit shy about turning around but I fought off the embarrassment.
I twisted around in my seat and look her in the eye. Her face displayed lust as I stood up and undid first her suit jacket and then the button down white shirt. Her breasts, wrapped in a white lace bra, came into view and my breath was taken away. Her hands wrapped around my head as I released the hooks between her breasts. They came free with a gasp from both of us. Her breasts were large, swollen, milky white and her nipples were set inside large areolas and stood erect. The nipples were some of the largest I had ever seen as I bent down and began licking them. As I sucked, milk came out. I was first surprised but soon, was turned on by the fact that we were both getting hornier but an act that was suppose to be natural and asexual.
She muttered "Baby" as her hands ran through my hair and I sucked harder, intermittently and lightly using my teeth on her. She gasped and shook from the attentions I was paying to her nipples. I moved her around so that she was sitting on my desk in front of me. I sat back down and slowly unbuttoned her loose-fitting suit pants. As soon as I opened up her pants, the smell of her sex filled my nostrils and I quickly yanked them off, as well as her panties. Below the desk, I took out my cock - it was hard as a rock and desperate to be inside of her. Her pussy was bare and soaking wet, opened wide in anticipation for what was to come. I buried my tongue as her legs wrapped around my head and her hands pushed me deeper into her. I licked up the folds within her and occasionally drifted my tongue down to her asshole, which drove her crazier, her pussy leaking over my face. Her hips moved, as if she was silently directing my tongue to her favorite spot.
That is when I heard the click of my door being opened. I had just enough time to bring my head up when I saw one of my seniors, Maria, walk in without knocking. Janice and I were both too shocked to do anything right away, as was Maria. Maria looked gorgeous. She was a little shorter than the 5'8" Janice with dark hair, dark complexion and large breasts that were common among many of my Mexican-American students. She wore tight jeans and a fitted white shirt that showed her off-white bra and nipples erect from the cold outside.
"Oh my God...I'm so sorry." With that expression, she bolted from the room. Janice quickly got up, put on her pants (sans panties) and her blouse and ran out to find Maria. Meanwhile, I sat in my room that reeked of sex and memories of something I thought I would never get back again. I also thought about the consequences.
I was sure to lose my job. "Yes, Mr. Principal. I was engaged in a bit of flagrante dilecto with another teacher and was about to slam it home when Maria popped in. Sorry." I was sure to be suspended and how easy would it be to find another job with this type of incident in my background.
Just as I was mentally redoing my resume, Janice popped back in with a bit of a smirk on her face.
"What's so funny? That was not funny! What if she says something?"
Janice giggled. "Dave, she was right outside the portable trying to figure out what she just saw. I had her in class last year and we have a pretty good relationship. She's next door in my room now."
"What? How is she?"
Janice said, "Oh, she's fine but I have to tell you something. Last year,
she told me that she had a crush on you and had dreams about you. When I saw her outside, she just looked at me and said, 'Remember what I told you last year about him? God that was something what I just saw.' I just took her to my room and told her to wait."
Ok, my fear had turned my brain to mush. I thought I just heard that Maria had a thing for me and was turned on by what she saw. I looked at Janice and asked, "Are you for real? I'm 45 years old. She's 18."
Janice walked towards me and replied, "Yes, dear and I'm 34. Now that we have all of our ages down, do you remember where I live?" I nodded yes. "Meet me there in about twenty minutes."
Twenty minutes never lasted as long as the time I waited to get to Janice's house. She did not live too far from the school and after packing my things and closing down my room, I had time to drive to her house.
When I knocked on the door, she answered in her athletic shorts and a t-shirt. God, she was hot. She stepped aside, planted a lazy, sensual kiss on my lips and took me by the hand towards the back of her house. We walked into her bedroom and on the bed was Maria in the same outfit as Janice. I looked at Janice with hesitation as she pulled me closer to the bed to join our student.
Janice looked at Maria and said, "Maria, I think it is time you tell Mr. Walker what you told me."
You might as well have told Maria to walk naked in front of her priest and parents. She seemed shocked and looked at Janice with a pleading look but Janice held her hand and said it was ok. "Mr. Walker understands. Just tell him."
After several false starts, Maria, in a weak voice that gradually grew stronger, said, "Remember when I seemed to be out of it last year in your class? Well, I was having intense dreams that I could not understand. They dealt with you and me and I had difficulty being in your classroom."
"What kind of dreams?" Oh please, let them be what I think they are.
With a pause, she continued, "My dreams were about you and I together, like a couple. I would get so excited being in your class and watching you that I could not concentrate." As she was telling her story, Janice was slowly stroking Maria's hair in a way that seemed unusually intimate.
I was shaken out of my thoughts and asked Maria to repeat herself. "I want you. We both do." I looked at Janice and then Maria. Janice slowly leaned forward and kissed me. Right behind her, Maria leaned forward too with hesitation. I asked her if she was sure and she responded by kissing me, her lips lingering and sticking to mine in a beautiful and sexy moment.
Janice took off her shirt to show no bra but those incredible breasts. Maria, taking her cue from Janice, did the same. She too wore no bra and her breasts were accentuated with puffy nipples. I could not help myself but leaned forward to those dark skin breasts and gently sucked on her puffy nipples. I smelled sex everywhere as a motion to my side showed Janice taking off her shorts that showed she had no panties on. She gently separated her pussy lips as juice poured out of her, down her leg onto the bed.
I laid Maria down on the bed and continued to suck on those incredible nipples as she worked her shorts down and grabbed by cock through my pants. Janice came behind me and took off my shirt and pulled my pants down. She dove between my legs and beginning sucking my balls and rimming my asshole while I worked on Maria's nipples.
Janice got up and moved to kiss Maria while I worked my way down my student's body towards a beautiful pussy with a small strip of hair leading to her sex. It glistened and was swollen. As Janice began kissing Maria and sucking her puffy nipples, I worked my tongue between the folds and tasted the sweetest nectar I have ever devoured.
