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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 – Lynette Blythe – South Hill, WA

“Good Morning, I am Miss Blythe,” I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. “And I will be your World History teacher this semester.”

It was the first day of the new school year at Rogers Community college, and as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term. I shivered at the naughty memory of my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walking into this very classroom. He had changed my outlook on life. I didn’t know he was a God then. And only later after the Miracle did my inexplicable actions—bending over my desk and letting all the virgin male students in my class fuck me—make sense.

It was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me.

I was those boys’ first fuck. It made me so happy to help them lose their virginities, to see the excited smiles that filled their boyish faces afterwards—I felt proud, honored even. I made those boys into men, and they made me feel so womanly.

This morning, as I made my way to teach this class, I bumped into one of them: Kev Spellecacy. He held hands with Maya Spooner. The smile he gave me sent my heart fluttering. And my cunt dripping.

He stopped to introduce me to Maya, his girlfriend. “It’s all because of you, Miss Blythe,” he had explained. “That day, you gave me confidence. Well, take care, Miss Blythe.”

His girlfriend gave him a questioning look as they walked off.

I was positively skipping when I headed to my class. I gave him confidence. I helped to bring him out of his shell. And it was so easy: all I had to do was let him fuck me. It got me thinking: wouldn’t the world be a better place if caring, experienced women guided these young men through their blossoming sexuality?

As I spoke to my first class of the day, I perched on the edge of my desk. I was dressed in a tight vest with a plunging neckline. My large breasts strained against my top and threatened to pop off a button if I breathed in too deeply. My skirt was short, exposing my long, tanned legs clad in dark, thigh-high stockings.

I could feel all the boys’, and a few of the girls’, hungry gazes upon me.

There was one boy in particular who had caught my eye with his lustful stare. Patrick Algar. He was slouched in the back, his deep, blue eyes—covered by large, silver-rimmed glasses—were glued to my heaving cleavage. His face was pimply, round, cute. He looked so young and innocent, just turned eighteen. When I leaned over slightly, his eyes widened, and he shifted in his seat.

My cunt let out a trickle of juices—I excited him.

He was all I could think about as I struggled to teach for the rest of the period. As my students filed out an hour later, I grabbed his arm. “I saw what you were doing in the back of the class,” I sternly told him. “Detention, after school. My classroom.”

He gaped and spluttered at me, “This is community college. How can there be—”

“Do I need to take this up with the Administration?” I said with such a stern voice. “You have to pay for what you were doing.”

His eyes were so wide, so cute. Gods, I wanted to eat him up. “But I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me, Patrick. I saw what you did. Now go.”

I watched his cute, little ass as he scurried out of my classroom and pressed my thighs together to try and relieve that wonderful ache between them. By the Living Gods, I was sopping wet. I wanted nothing more than to play with my naked cunt. I didn’t wear panties any longer—that was against the tenets of the Living Church. I breathed in and smelled my spicy arousal. I shivered as a trickle of passion ran down my thigh.

I was a ball of frustration, panting after every cute boy in my classes and struggling to teach my lessons. I just couldn’t think straight. By the time my lunch break had finally arrived, I had resorted to sticking a tampon inside my sopping pussy to try and control the flood of juices. I was about to settle in for a quiet fifty minutes in my classroom, and maybe lock the door and finger myself to an orgasm or three, when Kev walked in.

“Miss Blythe,” he greeted with a confident smile. He closed the door behind him. So strong. I gave him this bold attitude.

“Um, what can I do for you, Kev?” I asked, forcing myself to sound friendly while squashing down the irritation at the interruption. I needed to cum so badly.

“Well, Miss Blythe, I just can’t stop thinking about last June.” Despite his confidence, his cheeks were pink. I flicked my eyes down to his crotch, smiled. A nice bulge grew.

Well, he was one way to scratch my itch. I stood and walked past him to my door, locking it. “What about your girlfriend?”

“Maya’s getting together with a few friends in the bathroom,” Kev answered. “Um, for some, eh, lesbian fun. She knows why I’m here.”

I frowned. Students shouldn’t be having “lesbian fun” on school property. Of course, I wasn’t supposed to fuck my students either. So I bent over my desk and wiggled my ass at him. “What are you waiting for?”

“Fuck yeah, Miss Blythe! You are the best teacher ever!”

“Don’t swear,” I admonished.

“Sorry,” he muttered. His zipper rasped, then his hands were on my ass, pulling up my skirt. He froze “Um, there’s a string.”

“It’s a tampon. Just pull it out and fuck me!”

His hands clenched, shifting, unsure. “Are you on the rag?”

“No!” I cried in frustration. I needed to feel his cock inside me. “Just fuck me! Now!”

I gasped as he yanked the tampon out, a ripple of delight shooting through me. Then it landed in the metal trashcan with a soggy splat. I wiggled my ass, juices flooding out of my hungry hole again. My nipples ached as my tits pillowed against my desk through my blouse.

“Fuck me!” I hissed.

His cock nudged my pussy—he was so hard—as he searched for my hole. I groaned, loving the feel of him against me, sliding up and down my labia, teasing me. The tip of his dick rubbed about my slit, bumping my clit, before he slid back up and found my pussy hole.

He thrust.

“Yes,” I sighed in relief as he buried home inside me. My pussy clenched on his dick. God, having a young man’s cock in me was the best.

“Oh, fuck!” he grunted, his crotch smacking into my ass, balls thwacking my clit. “Your cunt feels as great as I remembered!”

“Don’t swear!” I again admonished even as his cock churned my pussy. Ripples of pleasure radiated out with every thrust of his cock. He fucked me hard, fast. With such stamina.

“Sorry, Miss Blythe,” he groaned. “Your pussy feels amazing!”

His hips pistoned quickly and pleasure rippled through me from our friction. I had been fucked plenty of times over the summer, mostly at the Church of the Living Gods, but a young men had a certain enthusiasm, a frantic need to spill his cum, that brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I focused on his dick sliding in and out of me. The friction burned hotter and hotter with every thrust. I groaned, my back arching, gripping my pussy down tight on his cock. I loved his passionate thrusts, driving his cock so deep into my cunts.

“Yes, yes, yes, pound me,” I moaned. “Pound your teacher.”

“Yes,” he groaned, balls thwacking so hard on my clit.

Every time his balls smacked my clit, pleasure shot through me. My pussy clenched down on his withdrawing cock. And then he rammed back in and… Slap! I shivered, moaning, gasping, bucking back into his thrusts.

My desk creaked as it slid an inch on the floor. Everything on my desk rattled from the force of his thrusts. A pencil cup fell over with a clatter, sending its contents skittering wildly across the linoleum. I didn’t care. His dick was amazing.

He fucked me with such passion. But I needed more.

“Oh, Miss Blythe!” Kev grunted. “Oh, yes! Geez, yes!”

“Harder!” I hissed, getting closer and closer to cumming. My hands gripped the edge of my desk, my nipples ached and throbbed. “Fuck me harder!”

“Yes,” he groaned and hammered me.

My head snapped back. My fingers held the desk’s edge with a death grip. I clung to it as the pressure in my depths swelled and swelled. I shivered, clenching down so tight on his dick, increasing the friction.

He rammed into my depths, balls thwacking my clit.

I came.

My orgasm swept through me. Powerful waves in inundated my mind. Kev pounded my cunt, slamming into my spasming pussy. Juices gushed out, trickling down my thighs. Rapture flooded my mind.

“Yes, yes, yes, you stud! Oh, fuck, yes! Pound me! Keep fucking me! Keep making me cum!”

“Yes, Ms. Blair,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips so tight, fingers digging into my flesh. He thrust in harder. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Language!” I howled, my mind boiling with bliss.

The slap of flesh echoed throughout my classroom, punctuated by grunts and moans from Kev and gasps and pants from me. His strokes grew more and more frenzied. His thrusting cock kept my pussy cumming and cumming.

“Oh fu…darn, Miss Blythe!” Kev moaned. “Your pussy just feels more better with every thrust!”

“Just better, Kev!” I panted, unable to shut off my teaching instincts despite the pleasure flooding my brain. “Not ‘more better’!”

“What?” he demanded. “Oh, shi…oot! Oh, shoot!”

My orgasm passed, but another built in my depths, stirred by his hard cock and balls slapping against my clit. I loved the wicked vibrations his balls sent through my body. I slammed back into him as he rutted so hard in me.

I was so close to cumming a second time when Kev buried his cock all the way inside me. He grunted. And then his cum fired into me. Thick, hot jizz basted my insides, splashing around my horny cunt. He panted, pulling back, a shiver racing through me. Then he thrust one last time—as if to savor the feel of my cunt—before he pulled out, leaving me empty, horny.

Dammit, I was so close to cumming again. Oh, I needed it.

“Thanks, Miss Blythe,” he said, zipping up his jeans. “I’ve been thinking of you all summer long.”

Gods, I still wasn’t satisfied at all. I needed more. I was almost there. Then an idea popped into my head. “Kev, which bathroom is your girlfriend at?”

If some students were having “lesbian fun” in a school bathroom, at the very least I should supervise them. All extra-curricular activities should have a teacher to monitor and advise the students—for their own safety.

“First floor by the science labs.” He hesitated. “You’re not going to get her in trouble?”

I grinned at him.

Cum trickled down my thighs as I hurried through the school, my clothes still disheveled, my face flushed. God, I was in such a horny need. I went as fast as my heels would permit me, my tits bouncing, nipples aching. I reached the bathroom.

Burst in.

A gaggle of girls lounged inside. They all jumped and looked guilty. I surveyed them as they squirmed, leaning against the counters, biting their lips. I didn’t see Maya Spooner among them, but I did hear a girl’s lusty moans coming from the first stall. All three were occupied, and I heard more soft sighs and gasps. In fact I heard quite a lot of them.

My pussy grew wet with delight. They were fooling around in all the stalls. The girls lounging in the restroom fled. They tried not to look me in the eye, cheeks flushed with guilt as they squeezing past me to escape. I ignored them and walked over to the first stall.

There was a trick to opening any of the stall doors from the outside, and I came prepared with a quarter. I figured if there was any hanky-panky going on it would be in a stall. I stuck the coin into the slot on the latch, twisted, and the door popped open. Melody Johnson, a pixie-faced girl with black hair and purple highlights, sat on the toilet while Maya Spooner was busy between her legs.

“Miss Blythe!” Melody gasped.

I smiled at her. I knew her from the Church. Melody liked to tell the story about the day of her eighteenth birthday when she met our Gods, Mark and Mary, in the South Hill Mall’s Navy Republic store. Melody and her mom had been shopping when they were honored to be our Gods’ lovers.

“This is,” Melody spluttered, her face red. “I mean.”

Maya tried to rise up, but Melody grabbed her short, black hair and held Maya’s mouth to her pussy. “Keep licking, pee-slut!” Melody groaned, too horny to care that she had been caught. “I’m almost there!”

“Pee-slut?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Mmm, Maya and a few other girls were taught the pleasures of watersports in this very bathroom by Him!”

I knew just whom “Him” was—our God. Mark had blessed a lot of girls that day last June when he visited the community college, and more than a few girls showed up pregnant at the start of this school year, Holy Mothers carrying demigods.

Lucky.

I smiled, watching Melody shiver and cum all over Maya’s hungry mouth. Her head snapped back, her hands squeezing her tits through her blouse. She gasped, eyes fluttering as she moaned out her pleasure before slumping against the toilet’s metal plumbing.

Smiling happily, Melody stood and squeezed past me, whispering, “Have fun!”

Maya looked a little uncertainly at me, her face sticky with Melody’s juices. “Relax,” I told her, sitting on the toilet; the seat warmed for me by Melody’s tight ass. “I’m not here to get you in trouble.”

“Did Kev come and see you?” Maya asked, biting her pussy-stained lower lip.

“In fact he did cum by and left you something inside me.”

I shivered as Maya pushed my legs apart. She groaned when she saw my messy cunt. Licking her lips, she buried her head underneath my skirt. I gasped, pressing against the uncomfortable metal plumbing as her mouth latching onto my pussy. I shivered, waiting for her tongue to lick, for her to nuzzle and devour her boyfriend’s jizz out of my pussy.

But she didn’t do anything. Just held her lips sealed over my pussy. No licking, no sucking, not even any fingering. I let out a frustrated moan. I was so fucking horny. I needed to cum so badly. What was she waiting for?

For me to pee.

I groaned, realizing what she was doing. I felt a little stupid. She was a pee-slut after all. A shiver ran through me. I had never pissed in anyone’s mouth, but I wasn’t one to shy away from pleasure. I had learned that all kinks were normal, natural, not to be judged. Just because you weren’t into something, didn’t make it abnormal.

The Living Church was amazing.

I bit my lip, realizing I did have to urinate. Feeling a little weird, I relaxed my bladder and flooded her mouth with piss. Maya moaned as my piss splashed into her mouth. Then she gulped it down, drinking it like cum. Her hips wiggled with obvious enjoyment. Shivers of delight ran through me as my urethra tingled.

Gods, there was something so intimate, so erotic, about having someone drink your pee. The way it sounded as your urine splashed into an eager mouth, the obscene sounds of swallowing, and the moans of delight issuing from your pee-slut’s hungry mouth. I strained my bladder, forcing out as much piss into her nasty mouth as I could. The pleasure of urinating tingled through me. My nipples ached.

“Oh, yes, you nasty pee-slut,” I moaned. “Drink it all down. That’s your teacher’s piss your drinking, you little whore.”

She moaned louder, sucking at my urethra, trying to get out every drop. I shivered, my stream dying down. I clenched harder on my bladder, straining, my hips wiggling. My back pressed into the metal plumbing, not caring as delight rippled out of my pussy.

And then it died. The last few drops dribbled out into her mouth. I sighed sadly, it was over.

Or so I thought.

I shivered as her tongue slid through my wet folds. Gasps burst from my lips. She searched for those drops of pee that always clung to your pussy lips afterwards. I gripped her black hair, humping, my orgasm building and building.

“You nasty pee-slut,” I moaned as I came.

I was so primed for an orgasm even before I sat down on the table, fucked to the brink of my climax by her boyfriend. And then the delicious, erotic thrill of pissing in her mouth had only inflamed me. So the first touch of her tongue, sliding through my folds, set me off.

I thrashed on the toilet, holding onto her black hair. I gasped, moaned, bucked. Stars danced before my eyes. My voice echoed through the bathroom. I bit my lip, shivering. My toes curled in my shoes as I savored this pleasure.

Peeing in her mouth had been so erotic. And now she licked me clean.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, my pussy spasming, juices and her boyfriend’s cum flooding out of my depth.

And she lapped that up, too. Maya moaned, reveling in my cunt. Her head wiggled back and forth as she rooted in me, searching for every drop of her boyfriend’s jizz. My head snapped back. Pleasure surged through me. She devoured the creampie her boyfriend created fin my cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes, he fucked me so hard. He left so much cum in my pussy. Lick it all out, whore.”

“Yes, Miss Blythe,” she moaned, rooting her tongue deeper and deeper into my snatch. “Oh, Gods, you taste sooooo good. Your pee! Your cream! Kev’s cum!”

Gods, she was good at pussy eating. Her tongue was agile, exploring every inch of my cunt as she searched for more of Kev’s spunk. Her fingers found my clit, massaging my little pearl and sending surges of electric pleasure through me.

The toilet seat creaked beneath me. The metal plumbing dug into my back. I didn’t care. This was so hot. I kept cumming. Pleasure kept surging through me. I ground on her face, eager for more and more orgasms.

“Gods yes!” I moaned. “Keep me cumming!”

This delicious slut drove me wild. I gripped her black hair, fucking my cunt against her mouth, desperate for every cum I could enjoy before I had to go back to teaching. She was so good. So eager to please.

Her tongue buried into my hole, wiggling about my sheath as she pinched my clit. Another orgasm built and built—a huge explosion about to be set off by this amazing girl and her even more amazing tongue.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I howled. “Make me explode!”

“Mmm, yes,” she purred between licks, her eyes staring up at me. She took such pleasure in pleasing a woman.

The look in her eye set me off.

My stomach contracted as the pleasure burst out of my pussy. Thrashing, I shoved her face so hard into my cunt I was afraid my hole would swallow the girl. I shuddered and bucked and moaned wordlessly, my passion echoing around the bathroom.

My vision fuzzed. Pleasure danced across it. I groaned through clenched teeth. My tits bouncing in my blouse as I ground on that hungry tongue. She lapped through my depths as she frigged my clit, gathering up the last of her boyfriend’s jizz out of me.

“Fuck!” burst out of me as my climax peaked.

And then I slumped back against the toilet’s plumbing, gasping for breath. The room spun around me. Such pleasure buzzed through my veins. My fingers went limp, slipping from her hair.

“You tasted great, Miss Blythe,” Maya smiled, standing up and brushing some dust off the front of her skirt. Her lips were smeared with pussy cream and cum.

I panted, “Wow, you are amazing!”

She winked at me. “The Living God showed me my role in life is to drink women’s piss and give them amazing orgasms.”

“I bet your boyfriend loves to watch that.”

She nodded her head, licking her lips. “Mmm, it’s even better when he’s cum in the girl first. Jizz, piss, and pussy all together.” She rubbed her stomach. “Yum.”

I laughed. Then I stood and smoothed my skirts down my hips. I glanced at the delicate watch on my wrist, groaned. “You better get to class. Hour’s almost up.”

She grinned and walked out of the bathroom, her face stained with pussy juices—the Living Church taught that a good girl shouldn’t feel ashamed to be covered in another person’s passion. I took a moment to dab my flushed face and touch up my makeup before leaving the restroom.

I buzzed with satiated delight as I walked down the hallways to my class.

On the way, I passed Addison Savidge kissing Daffodil Ethans in the middle of the hallway, Addison’s hands shoved up beneath Daffodil’s top to squeeze her large tits. Both girls attended the Living Church. Part of me wanted to join the pair—Gods, I was turning into one bad teacher.

But I had class to teach. My job.

Besides, it was Wednesday. The Church met every Wednesday to honor the Miracle that had revealed our Living Gods to the World. So I was sure both girls would be there. I could enjoy them then.

“Get to class, you two,” I said.

Addison broke the kiss, the redhead giving me a huge grin. “Guess we were about to get carried away.”

“Right in the middle of the hallway,” giggled Daffodil. “So wicked of us.”

“But we’re so horny, Miss Blythe.” Addison shivered.

“Kissing and groping and fucking is fine,” I said. “But you girls are here to get an education. Get to your classes and save it for the worship orgy tonight.”

“Yes,” Addison moaned then pulled her hands out from Daffodil’s blouse.

The pair scurried off. I shivered and headed to my classroom on the second floor. To reach it, I had to walk past the school’s main office. I bumped into Jerri Milojevic as she exited. I nodded at the girl, a smile on her flushed face. I knew that she was having an affair with Dean Havener. And I was pretty sure the God was responsible for their relationship. The scuttlebutt was that He had sent Jerri into Havener’s office so the dean could have sloppy seconds after He finished fucking her.

Maybe He would show up for the Worship Orgy. The Gods attended them on occasion. But there were so many Living Churches springing up, They tried to spread out which ones they showed up to. Plus, They were so busy trying to make the world a better and safer place.

I swayed my ass as I walked up the stairs, feeling all the boys’ eyes on my rear as it writhed beneath my skirt. My pussy itched.

Bad pussy.

Most of my class was already waiting for me when I arrived. I had just two more to teach and the day would be over. There were a few cute boys in this class, and my cunt’s itch intensified. Which made the last two periods just drag on and on. Both were civics classes, and today I just didn’t have the energy to teach them.

Besides, soon the world would change. Each day, the Living Gods became more and more powerful. So it seemed a little silly teaching civics when a new order would be established. Things had to change. People should be free to love whom they want, regardless of sex or familial relationship—so long as they were willing and adults, what was the harm? The world would be a lot happier if people weren’t so repressed and bottling up their passions, allowing them to fester. That could lead to all sorts of problems.

Finally, the hour ended for my last class. My students were eager to escape and go home, or participate in whatever after school activities they were involved in. I sat on my desk and waited, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

Ten minutes later, Patrick slinked in, looking resigned to his fate.

“I am really sorry, I just don’t know what I did,” he protested, pushing up his silver-rimmed glasses that had slipped down the bridge of his nose.

“Sit.” I pointed to a chair I placed next to my desk.

He obeyed with alacrity, the chair groaning as it slid an inch on the linoleum. I perched on my desk before him. I crossed my tanned legs right in front of his face. Then recrossed them. Back and forth as I studied him. He squirmed, his eyes bouncing between my tits straining at my blouse and the inviting shadow between my shifting legs. I let him stew, both of us growing hornier and hornier.

A bulge formed in his pants.

“Why did you do it?” I asked after five minutes of him growing more and more flushed.

“I honestly don’t know why I’m here, Miss Blythe.” God, he was so cute as he squirmed. So innocent. He may be eighteen, but he looked so much younger. A sexy youth needing his naughty teacher to educate him.

“Do you want me to tell you what you did?” I asked.

He nodded.

I spread my legs wide open. His face flushed when he saw my naked, shaved cunt wet with my juices. “You got me so hot and bothered today,” I purred. “My pussy’s been dripping all day long because of you.”

“I…” he stammered. “I’m not… I…um…”

“I need you to fix this.” I shivered, running my hands up my blouse to the bottoms of my breasts, teasing with the possibility of cupping them. “I can’t think straight unless I get your hard cock inside me.”

He just stared in disbelief at me.

I loved this. I kicked off my shoe from right stocking-clad foot and rubbed his crotch with it. He groaned, his hard cock throbbing through his jeans. I grinned like a hungry cougar about to pounce on my succulent prey. He sat frozen, not sure what to do.

Gods, he was so yummy.

“Miss Blythe, we shouldn’t…”

His voice trailed off as I unbuttoned my blouse. His eyes widened. His mouth opened. His dick throbbed. One-by-one, I worked off the buttons, starting at the top. The cloth fell away, revealing my large tits cupped in a lacy, black bra. His eyes were riveted to my straining bosom as I shrugged out of my blouse.

“You were saying?” I purred, my hands sliding up my smooth stomach to the bottoms of my breast. I found the clasp in the front, playing with it. “About what we shouldn’t do?”

He groaned as I released the clasp. My breasts spilled out, bouncing and jiggling before me. He let out a groan, hands gripping his jeans. His dick felt so hard beneath my rubbing foot. My hands found my breasts. I pinched my nipples then, smiling at him, lifted my right breast to my lips.

I engulfed my nipple. Sucked.

“Miss Blythe,” he groaned.

Pleasure tingled from my nub. I loved sucking my own nipples. And he loved it, too. He stared at me with such hungry, boyish lust while his dick twitched beneath my foot. I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing, my nipple aching and throbbing between my lips. I groaned, my body shivering. Such delicious pleasure burned inside of me.

He let out a strangled groan, my foot rubbing harder and harder at his dick. Gods, if I wasn’t careful. He would pop off prematurely. He squirmed, his face so red. His tongue licking his boyish lips. I was so wet for him.

My nipple popped out of my mouth. “Mmm, is this something we shouldn’t do? Or this?”

He didn’t answer as I slid off the desk and straddled his lap. My pillowy breasts brushed his smooth cheeks. He had just the hint of stubble, more peach fuzz then proper whiskers really, and they tickled the inner slopes of my tits.

“Huh?” I asked him as I stroked his face.

He tried to speak, couldn’t.

Purring, I bent down and gently kissed him on the lips.

He just sat there as I kissed him, stiff as a statue. I broke the kiss and stared down at him. “You have to move your lips,” I instructed. “Maybe nibble on mine. And don’t be afraid to use your tongue.”

He groaned.

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Yes, Miss Blythe,” he said, voice cracking. Gods, he was so deliciously cute.

He did better kissing the second time. I captured his mouth with my hungry lips. He moved his mouth this time, if awkwardly, and his tongue was hesitant as he brushed my lips. But I was patient. I was his teacher, and I was eager for this lesson. I moved my tongue, showing him how it should be used, probing his mouth, exploring almost to his tonsils while I wiggled my ass on his lap.

He groaned, relaxing beneath me as his lips moved with more and more confidence. He brushed my tongue with his. His dick throbbed beneath me. I moaned into the kiss when his hands, trembling, grasped my hips.

I wiggled more, kissing him harder, encouraging him. His hands moved on my body, sliding up my sides and back. He caressed my naked skin. I shivered as he slid down my back, reaching for my ass. But he stopped at the hem of my skirt. He slid back up then back down, but stopped again. Hesitating.

He lacked the nerve to grab me in a more intimate spot.

Still kissing him, still savoring the thrill of devouring his boyish lips, I reached behind me and grabbed his hand. I pushed it down my ass. He squeezed, not hard, but it was a start. A shiver raced down to my pussy.

He groaned into my mouth.

His other hand just rested on my back. That wouldn’t do. I brought that hand up and around to my heavy breast. He stiffened when he felt my naked tit. He didn’t squeeze, but trembled. So I kept kissing him. In moments, the tension relax from his body as his hand squeezed my flesh.

His first taste of a woman’s bounty. It sent a wild shudder through me. His fingers dug into my flesh, moving, teasing. His other hand groped my ass harder through my skirt. My pussy ached. I ground on his bulging mound, aching.

“See, it’s not so hard,” I purred, breaking out kiss.

“Miss Blythe,” he panted, breathless. He squeezed my tit even harder.

I winced. “Not so hard. Go slow. Learn what a girl’s limits are. Don’t just maul her tit like that unless you know that’s what she likes.”

“Sorry.”

“Be gentle, but confident, and you’ll get into any girl’s panties.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

I captured his lips with a third kiss. His hand squeezed me, not painfully, but nice. He moved around my tit, exploring. I cooed into his mouth when his fingers found my nipple. He was gentle as he played with the hard nub, the pleasure tingling through my body right down to my hungry cunt.

And then he did something all on his own. I gasped in pure delight, my head arching. My nipple throbbed in his mouth. He sucked hard, eager, his confidence building and building. My pussy clenched.

“Mmm, very good,” I purred. “You’re learning quickly!”

His lips popped off my nipple. “You’re a great teacher, Miss Blythe!”

“Mmm, I am,” I groaned. “And so naughty.” I ground on his lap, feeling that big dick. “And you have me so wet. That’s the point of kissing a girl and playing with her tits. To get her pussy so hot she’ll be begging for that dick to fuck her.

“Just like I am.”

“Fuck you?” he groaned. “Really?”

“Really,” I purred, the itch in my cunt needed to be scratched as I drank in his eager, boyish smile.

I slid off Patrick’s lap and pulled him to his feet. I kissed him hard while maneuvering him to my desk. I pushed him down onto the wooden surface, my cup of pens and pencils clattering to the floor again.

I did not care.

I crawled on top of him. My hands slid up his body followed by my heavy breasts. They dragged across his shirt. The cotton felt deliciously rough on my nipples. I shivered as I straddled him, peering down at his eager face.

“This isn’t a trick?” he asked, his eyes wide behind his glasses. “We’re really going to have sex?”

“We’re going to fuck,” I hissed, fumbling at his jeans’ fastener.

“You’re the best teacher ever,” he squeaked as I pulled out his cock.

He was short, but thick. I stroked his cock a few times, squeezing out a drop of precum. My thumb swirled the lubing liquid about his dick’s sensitive head. Patrick moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as the pleasure rippled through him.

“Mmm, this cock needs to be in my cunt right now.”

“Yes,” he groaned as I guided him to my eager cunt.

I shivered, rubbing his dick against my pussy lips. I swabbed him against me, watching him tremble. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled. I brought his dick to the entrance of my pussy and slammed down his length.

His cock erupted inside me.

“Oh wow!” Patrick moaned as his jizz spurted into my depths. “You feel so hot!”

“Oh, Gods,” I groaned in disappointment. I had teased him too much.

His cock spewed his jizz into my depths. He ached and throbbed in me. He groaned as he savored his first taste of pussy. I shivered, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. I was hot. Maybe I could get off by rubbing against his…

He stayed hard in me despite just cumming.

Living Gods, youths were wonderful.

“Mmm, ready to be fucked?” I asked him, rising up, my breasts thrusting above me, my skirt bunched around my waist.

“Yes,” he groaned as I shifted, stirring his dick through my pussy.

I slid up and down his thick girth. My pussy clung to him. I was so wet, his first load of cum and my juices made me so slippery. Friction burned in my depths, shooting rapture through me as I worked up and down on his girth, griding my cock into his pubic bone.

He groaned, twitching, staring up at my bouncing tits with such eager eyes. His hands seized my hips, squeezing them, then he slid down to my thighs. He stroked me across my bare flesh to the tops of my thigh-high stockings. There was such surprised joy in his eyes. He had never felt anything like this before.

Because it was his first time. I had taken his virginity.

I came.

The thrill of fucking my student and taking his virginity sent me tumbling over the edge into my first orgasm. My pussy spasmed about his dick. Pleasure raced through my body and crashed through my mind.

“Yes!” I moaned, bouncing faster on his cock, drinking in the friction as I spasmed on him. “You fucking stud! You made me cum!”

“Really? I did that?” The awe in his voice was so cute. “Is that why your pussy is…?”

“Spasming? Gods, yes! Your cock feels wonderful inside me!” I licked my lips. “Make me cum again, stud!”

“I will,” he groaned, his confidence surging. He became a man right before my eyes.

It was so sexy. I was molding him, educating him, on how to be a man. My pussy clenched on his dick as I fucked him. I was eager for another cum. I pumped my hips harder, impaling my pussy on his dick, taking him as deep into my cunt as I could.

His hands gripped my hips, sliding back to squeeze my ass. He groaned, his hips moving, bucking, thrusting into me. I loved it. My clit throbbed every time I slammed down into him. My tits bounced, slapped together.

“Yes, yes, yes, this cock! Oh, Gods, I love it!”

“You’re so hot and tight, Miss Blythe,” he groaned. “And your tits…”

I grinned, leaning over him. My big tits bounced and slapped together as I rode him. His blue eyes locked to them. I cupped them with my hands, squeezing them. Then I brought my right breast to my lips. I swirled my tongue around my fat nipple, pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

Then I sucked it, my cunt clenching on his dick.

He stared in awe as I sucked on my own nipple. The pleasure tingled from my nub. It raced down my body to my pussy. I fucked him harder and harder, my orgasm building in my depths. His hands squeezed my ass. My nipple throbbed in my mouth.

“Miss Blythe! Your pussy! Oh jeez!”

My nipple burst out of my mouth. “Are you about to cum?”

“Oh yes!”

“Good! Cum in me!” I screamed.

One of his hands shot up and grabbed a swaying tit. His fingers dug into my flesh, thumb swiping across my nipple. I groaned and ground my clit into his crotch. Every brush sparked pleasure like flint striking steel.

His face twisted with pleasure. He groaned, hips thrusting up, and I shivered. His spunk spurted into my pussy. Only a few small blasts, not as much as the first one, but enough that I could feel it. I shuddered in delight as a second orgasm surged through me. My head snapped back. My nipple throbbed beneath his massaging thumb. My pussy convulsed on his dick, milking out the last drops of his cum as I moaned and gasped.

“You stud! I’m cumming again! On, my Gods, yes!”

“Miss Blythe,” he panted

My pleasure peaked. I shivered, clutching onto it. Then, panting, I collapsed on top of him. My nipples throbbed against his shirt. My lips nuzzled at his smooth cheeks, kissing to his lips. He captured mine this time, kissing me with passion as we came down from our orgasmic high.

“That was the best thing in the world, Miss Blythe,” he said after a few minutes.

“It was,” I agreed. “You rocked my world, Patrick.”

His grin was full of self-satisfaction—full of confidence. “I did, didn’t I?”

I was so proud of him—now he was a man.

I climbed off of him and bent down to grab my bra. I shivered as his cum leaked out of my pussy. Thick and delicious. It dribbled down my thighs as I put my bra back on. I stared at him, still lying on my desk, watching me.

I shoved down my skirt over my hips and ass. “Well, I hope you learned your lesson, young man. If you do it again, it’ll be another detention.”

“Promise?” he asked, smile so eager.

A rich laugh escaped my lips. “I promise.”

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