This is part two to a series about teacher who succumbs to the seduction of a couple of his students. Please feel free to read part one for context and to get the complete story.
I categorized the first chapter in the Erotic Couplings section, but as the story progresses it is better suited in the taboo section where it now resides. That said, the taboo theme will be a slower burn so you will have to be patient with that aspect of it. All characters are over the age of 18. Please feel free to comment, reach out or provide feedback. I always love to hear from my readers! Enjoy!
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Ch. 02
Mike did not sleep. Not in the way of tossing and turning, dozing in and out, getting an unsatisfactory amount of rest. In the way of him laying in the bed he shared with his wife, eyes open, staring at the ceiling as the hours rolled past him, wide awake.
What have you done, he asked himself over and over. What the Hell have you done?
The answer to that was simple. He had fucked one of his students. After 25 years of being a perfect male teacher, never being inappropriate, fending off the odd school girl crush, he had finally crossed a line he had despised others for crossing.
Ella. Sweet, smart, reserved Ella. His star pupil in his advanced creative writing class. The girl with the natural talent for crafting stories. A natural talent also, it turned out, for sucking cock and seducing teachers.
He ran through what had led him to this place. Ella writing the play that he chose to put on with the Drama club, the meetings with her in the Drama room. The way she began to dress more provocatively around him, the touches on his arm, the sitting closer, the way she had seemed to welcome his eyes lingering on her longer and longer.
Building up to the night before. The sleepover. His daughter inviting her friends over, including Ella. Ella sneaking into his office. Offering her mouth to him. Offering her virginity to him. Offering herself completely to him.
And Mike being weak. Losing his struggle. Giving in. Fucking her mouth. Tossing her on the leather couch in his office, fucking her. Taking her.
What the hell had he done?!
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Ella was in a daze as she made her way out of Mr. Nicholson's office and into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and locked it, moving to stand in front of the mirror, regarding herself.
Did she look different, she wondered as she turned her face, trying to glimpse an outward manifestation of how she felt. Because she felt different. Oh so different.
After he had finished (taken her, used her, cum in her, claimed her) Ella had laid there on his couch, naked, feeling some of his cum leaking out of her, her head on his chest. She had closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of him on the side of her cheek, his arms around her, making her feel safe and special. It had been a moment of peace and heaven.
He had told her she had to go, and she knew he was correct. She could not stay there all night, or the girls downstairs would notice her absence, so she had pulled her panties back on, her nightshirt with the cartoon cat over her head. She had kissed him again, this time sweet and gentle, not lustful and needy like before and quietly slipped out.
Now she was looking in the mirror. Her auburn hair was mussed, which she ran her fingers through to bring back under control, remembering his fingers there, holding as she sucked his cock. Her cheeks were flushed, with maybe a bit of rawness from where his beard had rubbed on her skin.
She looked the same, she decided. She was not. Not by a mile. Everything had changed, but no one would know to look at her. So she quickly washed her face, and went back downstairs, to rejoin the group.
The movie was still playing. How was that possible, she wondered. It had felt like she had been gone for hours. Mia was still awake, as was June, but Lisa and Bridget had fallen asleep.
Ella grabbed her blanket and sat down beside her best friend, Mia, and leaned against her, as she so often did. As always, Mia wrapped her arms around Ella and they cuddled. Mia had washed off her goth makeup and looked so much like the girl Ella had known her entire life.
"Where were you," Mia whispered into Ella's ear, so quiet that only the two of them could hear.
"I'll tell you tomorrow," Ella whispered back.
Mia had been part of the plan to get Mr. Nicholson to fuck Ella from the start, with a side plan of getting Mia laid by him too. Ella looked up at her friend and Mia's eyes widened with sudden understanding.
"You didn't," she whispered. "Did you?"
Ella just shook her head and nodded meaningfully at June, Mr. Nicholson's daughter.
Mia grinned a wide, happy grin and squeezed her friend tight. Ella knew it was all her friend could do to hold in a happy squeal.
"Fuck," Mia said. "I can't wait to hear about it."
Ella let herself drift then, happy and content and watched the end of the movie. She could still feel him between her legs. Still feel his lips on her, his hands on her flesh. Her cunt was sore, it had been her first time, afterall, but a dull, not that unpleasant feeling. It felt empty too, as if it had been remade, perfect to fit his cock, and it was incomplete without him inside her.
She glanced over at June after a bit, realising that her slightly older friend was looking at her. Ella smiled at her, thinking, I just fucked your dad. How crazy is that? June's face was distant, somber. But she smiled eventually and announced that she was going to go to sleep.
Ella drifted off as well, happy. Spent.
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June got more sleep than her father but not by much. Her mind did not stop reeling since the moment she saw her father fucking her friend.
June had always been a daddy's girl. She loved her mother, of course, but it was her father who had always been her rock. Had always shown her complete acceptance and respect. When she faced a decision she always asked herself, what would dad want me to do? When she felt scared she imagined he was with her, his strong hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. Giving strength, support, but also allowing her to lead the way.
Seeing him with her friend... That made her suddenly view him differently. She knew she should be viewing him as a creep. A dirty old man. Some kind of predator, using a young girl, cheating on her mother.
But... instead she found herself remembering the sight of his bare back, the way his muscles moved under his skin as he thrust into the girl below him. The glimpse of his cock disappearing into Ella. The way his face changed to almost animalistic as he approached his climax.
June was far from a virgin, having lost that title in grade ten to a boy named Jyler. A stupid name for a stupid kid who had come seconds after he had clumsily entered her. She had had much better experiences since, and enjoyed sex, but nothing compared to what she had seen her father do to the girl.
To June's own shame, she rubbed herself to a quick climax under her blanket before Ella returned. She was quiet and the other girls in the room were either asleep or too engrossed in the movie to notice.
After Ella returned, clearly freshly fucked to June's knowing eyes, June found herself staring at her. She thought she should be feeling disgust. This girl fucked her Dad. Or anger. Ella had gotten her dad to cheat on her mother. Or pity. Her dad had taken advantage of her.
June felt none of these. Instead she felt... jealous? Half an hour before, if anyone had suggested to June that her father was in any way a sexual being, June would have scoffed. And been grossed out. But now... June wondered how Ella had done it? How had she convinced her dad to fuck her? And, if she was being honest, what it was like? What would it feel like if he had fucked her instead?
June was 20. Two years older than Ella. She was in college. She should be feeling superior. The worldly one with the wisdom to share with the younger girls. But suddenly she felt like she was the child and Ella had things to teach her.
June's mind wandered again to the scene. Her father grunting, Ella moaning. June's hand, hidden by the blanket pushed back between her thighs, under her panties and felt how wet she was. Slick.
She began to rub the tips of her fingers against her clit, then curling them into herself, filling herself. How much more full would she feel if it was her father's cock? How much more complete would she feel?
Her fingers sped, chasing a second climax, and within a minute she was biting her lip, squeezing her eyes shut, muffling another orgasm. Finally she drifted off, wondering where she went from here? What was she supposed to do.
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The dawn came and Mike was still not asleep. With his wife in New York that weekend, the bed was empty, and it felt even more so, knowing that Ella was downstairs. Finally, after he could see the light coming in the windows he gave up on sleep and got out of bed, wearing sweatpants, a white teeshirt, and threw on a robe.
He quietly descended the stairs, careful not to wake anyone at this early hour, and went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He thought maybe he would go for an early run. Burn off some of this energy. He always thought better on a run, anyway. Perhaps he would find a way out of the predicament he was in.
Mike knew that he had to stop this. Nip it in the bud... Well. He was probably past that point. The bud was probably some time before fucking one of his students in his own house. But to let it progress any further risked not only his career and reputation, but his marriage. His entire life.
He tried to forget how good it had felt to finally fuck Ella after weeks of lusting after her. If he remembered how perfect it felt to have her tight young cunt accepting his cock, how could he stop. His manhood twitched at the memory.
Mike poured himself a cup of coffee and added milk and sugar, picked up his ipad and sat on a stool at the kitchen island. He opened his news app, idly remembering how not that long ago he would be reading a physical newspaper, not just looking at a screen.
He had drank half his cup, and scanned the sports section when he sensed someone enter the kitchen with him. He turned, suddenly terrified that it was Ella. He was suddenly not ready to face her. He wondered if he would ever be ready for that again. But it was not her.
It was her 'Twin', Mia. It was laughable they were called twins, being so very different physically Ella had auburn hair, a trim body, and large, c-cup breasts. Mia's hair was dyed black, was shorter, but fuller figured. Large breasts, ample hips, and a rounder face. They were only called twins because they shared a birthday and were always together.
"Good morning, Mr. Nicholson," Mia said, smiling at him.
