The next day Kevin caught my eye after class. He was confident, non-confrontational. "Are you ready to become my lover?"
I hadn't expected him to be this direct. My cunt heated up. I did want it, but was I? I loved sex with him. I didn't say yes or no, which he couldn't help notice, but asked, "How would we explain it to my daughter?"
"Are you sure she'd object?" he quipped and instantly noted the stern look of disapproval on my face. This was not something I was willing to joke about.
"Sorry. We're working on it."
I wasn't sure what that meant, but took the opportunity to change the subject. When I asked him about the river clean up project he gave me a quick report, noting how hard Julie had worked.
* * * *
The next weeks were pleasant, if uneventful. Teaching was going well; I received praise from both the students and administration. I also had to acknowledge that Kevin was good for Julie. He treated her with respect, she was getting excellent grades, and her social life was intense and rewarding. Her friendship with Ivy paralleled mine with her mother, Diane. I came to accept the fact that I had a thing for a student who also happened to be my daughter's boyfriend. I incorporated my desire for him into my truncated sex life. When she came home from a date, glowing with sexual satisfaction, I headed for the shower, where I brought myself off while fantasizing about Kevin. Outside of my encounters with Kevin, this was, in fact, the most satisfactory sex I had in years. Sex with my husband, when it happened, was desultory.
* * * *
The school was holding a rally for our girl's soccer team, which was scheduled to leave for the state championship tournament. Julie was set to speak. I was in the office adjoining my classroom trying to finish grading some papers before I went to the presentation.
What I was really doing was gently touching my breasts and daydreaming about Kevin and I in bed together. I looked out my window; the main building was all but abandoned and, I thought, why the heck not. I pushed a finger past my panties into my vagina. I was slippery wet. It felt good. I had plenty of time, the rally was only just beginning. Then I saw Julie and Kevin sneak out of the gym's back door, holding hands. They must be headed for a quick liaison; the thought of it drove up the temperature between my legs.
I had two fingers buried in my cunt and one working my clit when my classroom door open. Startled and a bit frightened, I pulled my hand from my crotch, waddled to my office door, and cracked it open. Julie and Kevin were locked in a deep sensual kiss. Thoughts flashed through my mind: where had she gotten a key, what was the last time my husband kissed me like that (I think never), and damn, those two are sexy together. By the time I focused on what I should have been doing, getting the kids out of my classroom, several minutes had elapsed. It would be impossible to explain my delay.
So I watched. Kevin sat on the counter that ran along the back of the room. He was facing my direction; his pants were at his ankles. He and Julie, whose back was to me, were kissing, their lips and tongues frantically working against each other. She fisted his erection. Pre-cum dripped from its tip. Their stifled moans signaled the intensity of their arousal.
Julie finally broke the contact and checked the wall clock.
"We better hurry."
She took his erection in her mouth. She was a woman on a mission. She displayed no subtle technique designed to slowly bring her man along. One hand rolled his balls between her fingers, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft, twisting. Her mouth was awe-inspiring. She bobbed up and down, swallowing about four inches and then spitting out all but the head, where she paused, licked, sucked, before swallowing his cock. Her cheeks and tongue moved with passionate intensity.
My hand was buried between my legs, my fingers squeezing my love-bud.
Under this kind of assault Kevin couldn't last long. He placed his hands on her head, affirming but not guiding her motions, his body tightened, and he shot his cum into her mouth, accompanied by a single deep grunt, "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH." She continued sucking and swallowing until she ingested every drop. She let the shrinking thing fall from his mouth.
His face full of appreciation he said, "Babe, that was amazing."
I could only see the back of her head, but her voice was light, happy. "Thanks, anytime, but remember, you owe me one. Gotta go and practice my remarks." She kissed him on the lips, said, "See ya' soon," and disappeared out the door.
Kevin sat there, contentment evident on his face. I withdrew my hand from my cunt, thinking would you please hurry up and leave, I am so fucking horny and I need to finish.
Then he said, "Don't worry Mrs. Huff, she didn't see you." He jumped from the counter and ambled towards me, his face bearing the happy lazy look of a man who had just had his dick sucked.
I backed into my office. He looked over at the clock. "I was hoping we'd catch you in here. It was some turn-on, having you watch. Don't worry, we have enough time for you and Julie's speech. On your desk, panties off, please."
There was no resistance in me. I sat on my desk, took off my heels and panties, spread my legs, and trying to keep the plaintive tone out of my voice, said, "Please Kevin, I'm so horny."
He pulled up a chair and massaged and kissed each foot, sucked my toes into his mouth, running his teeth along their pads, and slid my heels back on. He lightly stroked my exposed beaver, bringing a groan from me that was a synthesis of need and pleasure. He sank a finger into me, coated it with my juice, and stood, pulling me forward. He held the finger between us; he licked up one side and I the other. We exchanged a soul-searching mind-bending kiss. I slumped back to the desk, holding myself up on my forearms. He sat down.
"Please Kevin, please."
Instead of attacking my vagina, which was wet, swollen, and desperate, he kissed my left knee and then moved up, nibbling and nipping the inside of my leg. By the time he got to the top of my thigh I was moaning; there was a direct connection between it and the quivering walls of my vagina. I was shaking, his mouth was millimeters from my snatch, and then he switched to my right knee, which he kissed and then nibbled his way north, closing in on my snatch. I laid back on my desk. Sexual satisfaction and frustration merged in my groans.
And then, with me laying spread eagled on my desk, my whimperings aching with need, he returned to my left knee, repeating the process. It felt like my vagina was growing, spreading down my thighs. I could not stand any more delay. When he reached the top I grabbed his head. "Please god, I need it now."
Kevin listened to his teacher. He hovered over my bush, enjoying the smell of my arousal, and blew a stream of air over it.
"Oooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
He licked it once.
"Oooooooooooooooooooo... nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"You taste good, pretty lady."
He spread the lips of my pussy and licked from perineum to fur, nice and slow. He purred, digging it as much as I. He repeated the process, maybe ten, maybe fifteen times. Each time he passed over my clittie my body convulsed. I pushed myself up to my elbows to watch, watch my student take me on my desk.
"I could eat your sweet cunt all day long, but we have a speech to get to."
His fingers moved to the skin around my clitoris, pulling it aside. He blew on it, one long continuous stream.
"Ohhhhhh goddddd," I exclaimed, flopping back on my desk.
He took my clit between his lips, gumming it, moving it back and forth. I was breathing in short heavy bursts. He sucked it into his mouth, continuing to work it with his lips. He stopped sucking, holding it in place, slapping it with his tongue. I grabbed the side of my desk; my knuckles turned white. He started flogging my clit with his tongue, then sucked on it in while continuing the flogging, and then stopped sucking and continued the flogging. I was on fire, I didn't know a cunt could be eaten this well.
When I thought it couldn't get any better he ran the flat of his tongue, top to bottom, over my clit. Every nerve in my body - my toes, my fingers, my chin - burned. I locked my legs around his head, my black high heels pressed against his back. When I realized the sound of growing crowd in the schoolyard would drown out any noise I might make, conventions cracked. I grunted and groaned unashamedly, broadcasting the base depraved animalistic savage nature of the ecstacy pulsating in me. I was a balloon, inflated beyond its capacity, unable to sustain any more pressure, and then he pushed a crooked finger inside me, a guided missile heading to my g-spot. When he touched it, I exploded.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, EEEEHHHHYYYYAHHHHHHH!!"
I see-sawed on the desk, my body thrashing about. Kevin stood between my legs, took my hands in his, yanked me to him, and kissed me. His tongue tasted like my pussy and when we broke the kiss - I was desperate to fill my lungs with air - I looked at his face. It shone with my juice. I cleaned it with my tongue.
"If we're going to see Julie, we better get out of here."
He helped me to my feet. I pulled my skirt back on, hastily combed my hair, and followed him to the classroom door. He stepped outside and said, "All clear." He went left. I went right.
When I got outside the air wafting up my skirt alerted me: my panties were still on my office floor. I didn't have time to retrieve them. I joined the principal and other teachers as Julie presented the soccer coach with a Happy Birthday card signed by the entire student body. I tried, but couldn't focus on what she was saying. My mind was scrambled by what Kevin had done to me. I was also wondering who'd find my underwear. Whatever she said, however, it was well received. When she was done Kevin and I congratulated her. I slipped him my keys with instructions to secure my panties.
