Ms. Brown squealed quietly as I pushed a pencil up her cunt.
We were standing outside the closed doorway of the staffroom door in a normally busy corridor. She had protested but hadn't dare to refuse me as I'd spontaneously taken the pencil I happened to have in my pocket and slowly inch by inch thrust it, under her skirt, into her bare wet pussy.
"Oh, please Jake. Someone might see. Oh, please stop," she begged.
Now perhaps I was being gratuitously cruel but I couldn't help humiliating my lovely sex slave at almost every opportunity. It had been two weeks now since I had shown my gorgeous English teacher a set of photographs showing the excesses of her career management strategy, i.e. pictures of her sucking the headmaster's cock.
It had just been luck that I'd been passing at the opportune moment but the threat of leaving the photos in the boys' changing rooms at school had certainly focused her mind on earning them back.
Since that first evening when she had gradually performed more and more intimate sexual acts with me to win back the photos, she'd come to realise that she was never going to gain her freedom from my erotic needs. I mean who could possibly blame me, a lusty young eighteen year old boy, for wanting my very own sex goddess on tap? She was in her early twenties and had blond hair, green eyes and a slender full-breasted leggy figure after which every boy at school, and I'm sure every male teacher, lusted.
I had lost my virginity to her that first evening and since then we had fucked almost every day. She had sucked me off in the school stationery room and ridden me in her car after school. I had been to her flat where I'd used her in every way imaginable; I'd even twice stayed with her overnight when her boyfriend had been away and had the pleasure of being sucked awake in the morning.
And although she was generally initially reluctant, she always seemed to enjoy the sex, usually coming more than once when we fucked. She even seemed really keen to give me head as well as having her pussy licked but she did everything she could to avoid anal because she said my cock was too big for her bum. Not that this stopped the occasional vigorous buggering, when I was feeling particularly mischievous.
And maybe that was why I like to push the boundaries somewhat at school. I'd insisted pretty soon after our relationship started that she stop wearing knickers or tights at school -- only stockings, although I was generous on the point of hold-ups versus a suspender belt. I didn't mind either.
I also made sure she gave me a flash of her pussy in her lessons. Luckily for her I sat in the back corner of her classroom so no-one had noticed my running my hand up her skirt and fingering her while she bent over my desk ostensibly to discuss an essay.
And that was I why I was pushing a wooden pencil in and out of her cunt with the distinct possibility of someone chancing upon us.
"Jake, please. I'll be so good for you tonight. Please stop," she gasped as I pushed the pencil all the way in and flicked her clit under her skirt.
"Why what are you going to do for me, Ms. Brown?" I asked, giving her substantial breasts a robust squeeze with my other hand.
"Oh Jake! I'll suck you off so well and swallow all your come," she promised.
"Go on," I urged, continuing to play with her clit.
"And you said you wanted to try something new. I've got some whipped cream. We can lick it off each other. Please Jake, stop before someone sees."
I saw the handle of the staffroom door turn a split second before it opened so I was able to remove my hand from under her skirt and step back before Ms. Taylor, the PE teacher came out clutching a pile of reports and a netball.
"Oh, sorry Sally," she said as she almost bumped into Ms. Brown in the doorway.
Ms. Taylor was the other main object of fantasy for the school's male population. She was tall, black and extremely fit, having represented the nation on several occasions at hockey. Her legs were endless yet she still had enough curves to make me dizzy with desire.
"Oh, hi Jake," she said seeing me and giving me a characteristically warm and sunny smile. Her hair was straight, shoulder length and pulled back in a pony tail.
"Hello, Ms. Taylor. How are you?" I asked her, slightly flustered by her big brown eyes and the fresh lemony scent that seemed to follow her everywhere.
"Fine thanks," she said.
There was an awkward silence as the three of us looked at each other.
Finally I broke it. "Er, sorry, I need to go now, Ms. Brown, can I have my pencil back?"
Ms. Brown's eyes widened in warning. Ms. Taylor looked at her quizzically.
"Jake, I haven't got it right now," eventually she said in a patronising tone. "I'll give it back to you in class later this afternoon," she dismissed.
As I walked away I decided that I'd take her up her arse after school, just to remind her who was in charge. I looked back over my shoulder as I turned the corner to see the two of them in a hushed and seemingly somewhat intimate conversation. My cock gave a twitch.
At the end of the day, Ms. Brown picked me up in a supermarket car park five minutes walk from school. She insisted that no-one see the two us together and I was more than happy to comply -- losing access to that fabulous body was not an option I wanted to contemplate, despite my earlier risky jape.
With a self-conscious smirk, she handed me back my pencil, infused with her delectable pussy juices. I smelt it headily and slipped it into my bag, thanking my luck that the opportunity she represented had fallen into my lap so easily.
Luckily for me her boyfriend's job involved staying away once or twice a week and tonight I was going to spend the night with her once more.
However just to start things off on the right foot for the evening, I decided I wanted her to satisfy me there and then.
"Ms. Brown, I feel so horny. Here you are. Suck me off," I ordered unzipping my stiffening cock.
"Jake! Not here. Someone might see." The late summer evening was bright and beautiful but there were only a few cars in the car park.
"Sorry, Ms. Brown. Ever since Ms. Taylor smiled at me this afternoon, I've been turned on. I can't wait until we get back to your flat. Just suck it. I won't take long to come."
"Jake, at least let me drive somewhere a little quieter," she begged deliciously, although even before she'd finished her sentence she had unclipped her belt, resigned to pleasuring me.
I held my cock out with my left hand and gently pulled her head down with the other. As her moist red lips slipped over the head of my cock, I let out a long sigh of pleasure. I'd never had sex with anyone else but I couldn't imagine that anything could be better than Ms. Brown's hot mouth as she swirled her tongue around me and made wet slurping sounds sucking hard on my dick.
"Oh, yes, Ms. Brown. You are such a good cocksucker," I complimented her. "I wonder if Ms. Taylor gives head as well as you."
She moaned indignantly around my cock but I held her head down to stop her complaining.
As predicted, it didn't take long to fill her mouth with my cum. She swallowed without any hesitation although I noticed a certain huffiness in her manner as she drove me back.
"Sorry, Ms. Brown," I said somewhat insincerely after we'd parked outside her flat. "I didn't mean to make you jealous," I teased.
Her eyes flashed in anger. "I'm not jealous! Anyway you really aren't Ms. Taylor's type," she added.
"What do you mean?" I asked intrigued.
She was blushing now. "Oh, nothing. I didn't mean anything. Let's get inside and get the whipped cream out," she replied trying to change the subject. But I could tell that she had meant something.
"Are you saying that Ms. Taylor is gay?" I asked. "And, Ms. Brown, please don't insult my intelligence by lying."
