Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
"Come ON! Give it to me Mr. E!"
Adam Everett sat at his desk. Sixth period had just ended. Standing there, arms crossed over her massive chest, was maybe the hottest teenager he'd ever seen in his life: Sierra.
The girl could have easily passed for 25. She probably did at the local bars, Adam mused. Not that she would need a fake ID. Busty, with curly brown hair, she had the body of a porn star. Teenagers weren't supposed to look like this. But then, that was the problem, wasn't it?
She was still a teenager. Chewing gum and folding her arms so petulantly. The look on her face all impatience and impertinence. No subtlety or grace. Sierra was a smart girl. She could have figured out a way to solve the problem. Hell, she could have done the schoolwork and been finished with it. Instead, she stood there, demanding. Completely unable to comprehend how she wasn't getting what she wanted.
"It doesn't have to be an A," Sierra said, "Even a C-minus would probably be OK. Come on, Mr. E. Just enough so my stepdad doesn't stab me when he sees my final grade."
"You didn't do the work, Sierra," Adam said, "I can't give you a grade for nothing."
When Adam had taken the job, fresh out of grad school, he'd been so certain about his career. So confident about everything he was going to do. These first few years had been a rude awakening.
He knew teenagers had attitude, he wasn't stupid. But this next generation was so different than what he'd known. So unexpected and strange. The fact that he was on the younger side didn't help. They all thought he was either someone to pal around with or an easy pushover.
No one listened. Fewer cared. Adam found himself regretting his career choice. All he wanted to do was help kids learn. Why was this so hard?
And yet he hadn't been able to anticipate this new challenge. High school girls were so baby-faced. So young looking. He was instinctually not attracted to them in any way. Except this year, when Sierra showed up and...
She leaned forward on his desk. She had to know she was showing him her massive tits. She was certainly aware of how absolutely stunningly gorgeous her face was, with her thick blowjob lips and dark brown eyes. Sierra looked like something out of a movie. Or a comic book. Impossible and inevitable all at once.
"Please, Mr. E," Sierra said, "I promise I'll make it worth your while."
Even that.
Mr. E
. As if she couldn't pronounce the name
Everett
. It was a play to taunt and tease. Sierra was a natural flirt. Like a precocious pitcher already hitting 100 on the radar gun, Sierra had instinctive talent to be a seductress. Wise beyond her years. Adam's own burgeoning erection under his desk was plenty proof of that.
God, if anyone ever saw that reaction? He wouldn't have to worry about his career. It'd already be over.
Adam sat back in his chair. He steepled his fingers, trying to look as stern as his old teachers had, back when he was in high school. He wasn't going to do it. He wouldn't give in. Not because he wanted to be cruel. But because he truly believed, in his heart, that he was doing what was best for the girl and her future.
*
"Come ON! Give it to me Mr. E!"
Sierra. Fucking Sierra. Of course, of all the people to be paired with, that's who Adam Everett had been paired with. She was bent over, that bowl-of-Jello ass jiggling like mad in front of him. Her huge tits hanging low. Brown curly hair waving back and forth like a matador's cape as she tossed her head from side to side. And Adam was more than well aware of who the bull was supposed to be.
All around him was a horror show. Half the senior class, all of them over 18 thank God, was completely naked and fucking each other like mad. He'd searched for his teaching counterpart, Natalie, and found she was already getting plowed by one of the jock boys, Evan. Like a slut.
All of them were. Humping and howling like animals in cages. But that's what they were, really.
And Adam was no different. They'd pumped his body full of something that made him incredibly horny. Then they'd stuffed him, naked, in a metal booth. And, as if it wasn't bad enough, they'd dropped fucking Sierra, bare as well, right in there with him. This wasn't torture. It was absolute insanity.
"Give it to me," Sierra demanded, "I need it so bad!"
Adam did his best to fold his arms. His muscles were stiff, making every movement feel like a tremendous effort. He was shivering like crazy; the room was perfectly warm.
He didn't want to look at Sierra, that forbidden teen body. He couldn't not look at her. Fucking hell. She'd already been impossible to ignore when she was fully clothed. Well, Sierra had never been fully clothed in a way that most people would approve of. But still. Even the shreds she usually wore were at least something. Now, well, there was only everything.
"Please, Mr. E," Sierra said, "Stick that awesome cock in me. My pussy wants it so bad. Fuck me. Fill me. Slap my ass. Pull my titties. Give me that hot, huge load."
"Um, Sierra."
Adam rested his head in his hands. Not because of the words the horny girl kept saying. Nor because of the ripe, forbidden fruit before him. But because he knew he was going to do it. He couldn't control himself. Whatever little boundaries that had held him back on Earth -- already straining from the pressure -- were now completely torn away. There was nothing left but his own self-control. And that was rapidly dwindling, like a bucket with a hole blown through the bottom.
"Sierra," Adam said. Even he was surprised at how stern and deep his voice was when it finally came out. "That's enough."
"S-sorry Mr. E," Sierra said. And, to his shock, she really did sound chastened. "Whatever stuff they put in us is fuck... I mean, messing with my mind."
"My name is Mr. Everett," Adam said, "Not Mr. E or sweetie or hon, or any of the other things you've been calling me."
"Yes, Mr. Everett," Sierra said. He let her head hang low. Her curvy body stopped undulating, as well. She let herself go limp.
"And we both know that it's not
only
the drugs making you this way," Adam said.
Sierra stared back at him as best she could from being forced on all fours. Her usually wanton expression shifted into shock. Then she let her head fall back down again in surrender.
"Yes Mr. Everett."
"Say it."
"I'm a slut," Sierra said, "A dirty, disgusting slut who's desperate for teacher-cock."
Well, that wasn't exactly what Adam had in mind. But he wasn't going to argue with what she'd come up with. Some dark part of him screamed at him to go ahead. That this was right. It's what the girl wanted, and he was going to give it to her.
Adam sauntered over and stood behind his teenaged charge. He'd never thought the view of her could get any better. But here it was. Her ass was like a monument to sex. Full and rounded in all the right ways. Her pussy was inherently lewd with thick, near-to-bursting labia and a prominent clit. Yet it looked surprisingly tidy for all the times she must have gotten fucked in her life.
"Well?" Adam asked.
Again, Sierra tried to turn back and look at him. Instead, she hung her head and stared up through her own legs. It had to be a strange perspective, glancing around her gigantic tits and seeing him upside down -- his cock pointing right at her pussy. The blood rushing to her head.
"You said you were begging for my dick," Adam said, giving in to his most animal desires. There was nothing to hold him back. No girlfriend back at home or anything like that. Just the succulent, sexy Sierra, prepped and prone for him. "So get to it."
"Oh, Mr E... Uh. I mean. Mr. Everett. Please stick that dick in me. Shove it inside and fuck me hard. I need it so bad."
"Have you been a good girl?" Adam asked.
"No, I've been bad," Sierra said, "Very bad."
Adam slapped her ass cheek. FUCK. There was no way that should have been half as satisfying as it was. He could see the pink already blooming where he'd hit her. His palm itched desperately to do it again.
"I cheated on the midterm. Missy Gardner gave me all the answers beforehand. I haven't done any of the homework all year. I flirt with the nerd boys and they do it for me. I have three books overdue at the library..."
