Today is Tuesday. My classroom is quiet, the desks uncluttered, purposeless. I can hear the clock above the door, ticking softly to itself, no-one watching, no-one counting the seconds, counting the minutes until the bell conspires in their escape.
Teri walks past the classroom door. The door is open, wide open, and she walks slowly, looking in as she passes. I watch her as she passes, watch her looking at me. She is blonde, a dyed blonde but tastefully done, hair bobbed but unruly. She is round of face, a pretty, gentle face, complexion pale, smile sweet. She wears glasses of a nerdy style, perched on a small, sweet upturned nose. Her lips are a little wide, a little thin, but the top protrudes just the right amount over the bottom to make her mouth both super-cute and fuck-sexy. She is wearing regular uniform, as she usually does: sensible black slacks, a long cardigan in school blue hanging loose over her slightly bulging blouse. Her tie is neat, no defiance in its conventional knotting.
She curves. Teri curves in lovely, soft ways, beautifully proportioned, beautifully chubby. Quite tall for her teens, she is big all over – boobs, belly, butt, thick soft thighs. Her slacks cling tightly to her ass; her buttons strain just the right side of indecency down the front of her school blouse, concealed by her tie.
Teri is a good student: a decent worker, solid grades, no trouble, friendly, a little shy maybe in a chicly geeky way. She is also naughty. I know she’s naughty from the way she looks into my classroom, from the way she passes slowly, rolling her ass, a lock of her unruly hair twisted around one finger. Naughty Teri, making her desires so plain. Naughty Teri, to tease a poor teacher so. Naughty, naughty Teri.
I let her pass, then: “Teri!”
She reappears in the doorway, hovering on the threshold, her head cocked to one side.
“Mr Strong?”
“I didn’t see you yesterday, Teri. Where were you?” My tone is formal, our relationship clear – teacher to student.
She looks down, her toes pointed inwards. She clasps her hands together just below the soft, luscious bulge of her belly.
“Yes Mr Strong. Sorry Mr Strong. I had to…”
She tails off, looking up through her tumble of hair.
“Come in. Close the door.”
She’s standing in front of me now, her schoolbag lying unheeded on the floor. I can see her quivering gently as I walk around my desk and circle behind her. Her eyes follow mine, but my gaze is cold. I stand behind her. Her ass is broad, hugged tightly by the smooth black cotton of her slacks. Her thighs meet in soft intimacy a little way above her knees. I step closer, listening to her breathing, its sudden quickening.
Without a word I take her big, soft buttocks in both hands, squeezing gently with my palms, rubbing her butt slowly, kneading, caressing. The cotton is like silk, the voluptuous flesh beneath soft and yielding. I let my fingers drift to the lower valleys of her buttocks, softly squeezing, then inwards to where the deep curves meet. Her valleys are warm where they come together, warm and welcoming. She gives a little squeak of a sound as my fingers follow her lines of her ass in towards their junction. I smile.
I feel her shiver as I kneel now, my hands firm on her wide hips. Her black-sheathed butt fills my vision, and I notice the loose thread on her seam, and the smudge of mud low down on her left buttock as I nuzzle my face slowly into the soft, fat warmth of her ass. I inhale deeply as I press my face in between her big ass cheeks, right where they meet her thighs, right at the crossroads of her deep, soft valleys. She smells of hot, fat girl, the mingled scents of her butt and crotch fabulous in my nostrils. I take deep, deep breaths, smothering myself, pulling her hips into me, her rich, damp warmth almost edible. Her breath comes in pants now; she moans, her voice a low, animal quaver.
Her ass is wonderfully soft, like a big, black pillow with a deep, warm groove that perfectly fits my face. I burrow in, my nose tunnelling between her rolling, shuddering buttocks, my mouth open, lips pressed into the smooth cotton. Her scents are stronger now – I can almost taste the rich banquet of her warm, damp asshole and the drooling honey of her cunt. Her thighs shake uncontrollably and her moaning is one long, continuous wail of animal lust now as I bury my face between Teri’s buttocks.
After a time I stand, smoothly, her smells still in my nostrils. She sags, her eyes glazed, sweat on her brow, legs twitching.
“Come and see me tomorrow, Teri. Wear a skirt.”
Today is Wednesday. I’m at my desk in class, marking Teri’s homework. Her writing is big and round, very like her, with little circles instead of dots above the ‘i’s. Little circles, like little holes, neat little round holes in the large, rounded confidence of her writing. Just like Teri herself – big, bold and bulging, with neat little round
holes, all hot and damp and reeking of teenage hormones and sexual want.
There is a tap at the door. “Come!”
“Mr Strong?”
“Teri. Nicely timed. Come in. Good, I like your skirt, although it could be shorter.”
Her skirt is dark grey, neatly pleated, coming to just above her pale, fat knees, the waistband covered by the fall of her shirt. A shirt today, not a blouse, but a feminine cut, and bulging still with the voluptuous girl inside. White socks, just below knee-length. Excellent.
I stand, walk over, circle her slowly, appraising her. She watches me, her grey eyes filled with thrilling apprehension. Her hands twist together in front of her.
“Good, well done, Teri. Loosen you tie, please. A little more. Yes, good. And unfasten your top two buttons. Yes, that’s right.
“Good.”
I stop behind her. Her breathing quickens as I stand there, waiting. Then: “Lift up your skirt at the back.”
I see her hands trembling as she reaches down and back. She tugs her skirt up, raising it in little jerks, slowly baring her thick, pale thighs. I watch it rise, watch the acres of smooth, pale flesh appear, topped at once by a flash of pink. Her knickers are a deep pink, a fine choice of colour, cupping her massive buttocks – big, sensible pants for a big, sensible girl.
“Bend over. Lean on my desk.”
A long, low sigh escapes her as she leans forward until she’s bent double, big pink ass exposed and on display. I tuck the hem of her skirt up by her waistband and run my hands down below, cupping the soft folds of her belly through her tight shirt. I stand close, pressed against her so she can feel the hard urgency of my cock lying against her ass like a promise. My hands explore her curves and folds, caressing, cupping, squeezing. I revel once more in her big, fat ass, tracing the elastic of her knickers, running a stiff finger down between her buttocks, moulding the pink cotton into her ass crack. She gasps, her head twitching as my fingers travel up and down her ass crack, pressing her knickers in deep.
Her gusset is damp. Naughty, naughty Teri, damp and hot between those massive thighs. I kneel and, slowly once again, bury my face in her ass. She shivers as I kiss her up between her thighs, low beneath her buttocks, kiss the wet gusset of her knickers and taste the sweet musk of her cunt through the tight-stretched cotton. I work my face deeper in between her buttocks, my nose burrowing towards her asshole, my tongue rasping now across the pink-sheathed mound of her pussy. Drink her in, warm, wet girl; pull her hips toward me and smother my face with her ass.
Her thighs are cool and smooth. I run my hand in between them, nudging them apart. Panting, she steps apart a little, then a little more, then more still as I insist. Craning my neck, I reach under and lick the insides of her thighs, then work my way up across her knickers again: pussy, perineum, asshole. She fills my nostrils with gorgeous scents, my mouth with wonderful tastes, and she moans like a whore as I eat her through her pants.
By the time I rise, her pants are soaked, a dark stain from her gusset to the top of her ass crack. Her face is buried between her arms, hair tumbled across my desk. Her muffled voice is thick with emotion; her legs, her whole body is shaking. Tracks of saliva run down her thighs. I untuck her skirt from her waistband and lower it over her wet and quivering ass.
“Tomorrow,” I say “wear a shorter skirt. And makeup. And a thong.”
It’s Thursday, and Teri is standing at the front of my classroom, facing me, her hands on her head. Her beautiful lips are picked out in pink, a subtle shade, nothing too racy, and a hint of eyeshadow adds depth to her eyes. There is the faintest hint of blusher on her cheeks, artfully applied. Her hair has been carefully brushed and styled. She looks delicious.
I peruse her, my eyes travelling up and down, scanning her outfit, her body, closely. Her skirt is tight, black Lycra-cotton hugging her big ass magnificently, and coming down to mid-thigh, no more. Her legs are bare and fleshily pale; neat white ankle socks and strappy shoes adorn her pudgy feet. Her blouse is surely a size too small; her bounteous young tits almost ooze from the front, the white lace of her bra blatantly on display
beneath the short, wide-knotted school tie. She endures my gaze, chewing her lower lip, her eyes wide, pupils distended. She knows what I’m doing to her and she wants me to do it.
I stand up. “OK, very good, Teri. Now, lift your skirt. Come on, girl, get it up! Up around your waist. Good. Yes, very good. Hands back on your head!”
Her skirt hitches up to little more than a wide belt around the rolling softness of her waist. My eyes travel across the expanse of pale flesh, from the lower bulge of her belly to her rounded calves, and back across her thighs to the Y of her crotch, punctuated by the small black-and-pink triangle of her thong. That tiny patch of material amidst so much soft white flesh makes my mouth water.
I walk around to stand behind her, her eyes following me as far as she can. I can hear her breath panting again, short little gasps – such a lovely sound.
“Legs apart, Teri. Little bit more. OK, bend over. You can lower your hands, lean on the desk.”
Her ass is a pale, round ball of softly dimpled flesh. The string of her thong disappears quickly from its source at her waist, vanishing between the enormous white half-moons of her butt. I grab her ass in both hands, kneading firmly, squashing her flesh between my fingers. She is smooth and cool and gorgeously soft. I kneel, still kneading, and plant a soft kiss on her left buttock, drawing a low groan from her. A scattering of small, pink spots cluster towards the deep crevice in the middle of her butt; I lick them, then, my fingers firm in her flesh, I pull her ass cheeks apart and lick slowly up the tight, black string of her thong.
Mouth open wide, tongue flat and drooling, I slowly plough the deep furrow of her ass. The thin band of black guides me as I feast on her rich warmth, drinking deep of the head-spinning scents and tastes of her fat teenage butt. The second time I start from the bulging lips of her pussy, barely covered by the small wet scrap of her thong. I can smell, taste the raw sexuality of youth oozing from her cunt. Naughty, naughty Teri, such a wanton, such a beautiful, dirty girl.
Very soon I pull the wet string of her thong to one side. I bury my face once again in my favourite place – right up Teri’s hot, wet ass. Her cunt juice is delicious; it oozes freely from between her pinkly pudgy lips with their scattering of soft teenage hair and I lap it greedily, smearing it up into her ass crack. My chin, my whole face is wet with her and me as I burrow in between her cheeks, my tongue delving into her asshole, searching, pushing, penetrating. I feel her anus working under my tongue, pulsing with life, alternately clamping and flowering, keeping me out, yearning for me to enter. Soon both her holes are pink and swollen, dripping, and my tongue has free access. I French kiss Teri’s butt, my lips tight against her pale flesh, my tongue deep between her succulent pussy lips, or far, far up her asshole.
She cums, shivering all over, a rising series of muffled groans culminating in one trembling shout. Her knees sag, thighs quivering, and a surge of thick, sweet nectar oozes from her cunt into my waiting mouth. I spend a while cleaning her up, licking the smears of juice and saliva from her pussy and butt as she sprawls forward on my desk, panting loudly, fat thighs still shaking. I lick her clean and neatly replace the string of her thong.
“Well done, Teri,” I say, rising and returning to the teacher’s side of my desk. My teenage student watches me with glazed eyes, pupils wide, pale, fat face flushed with youthful orgasm. “But more makeup tomorrow, Teri, OK? And don’t wear any knickers. Oh, and shave yourself.”
It’s Friday morning, and I’ve just caught Teri in the hallway. We’re at a corner, the rooms around filled with the burbles of school classes, though the corridor is quiet.
She’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday, tight skirt and tighter blouse pushing the boundaries of acceptable school uniform. Her tie is barely a tie, just a short, thick stub around her unbuttoned collar. Her lipstick is blood red, a far brighter shade than yesterday, far brighter than school rules allow, and her eyeshadow is clearly visible. Mascara is plain on her lashes. Her fingernails are painted scarlet to match her lips, as are her toenails inside the heeled black sandals. She doesn’t look like a geeky, sensible schoolgirl any more; she looks like a teenage slut out on a nightclub crawl. Or a cheap, dirty whore.
I gaze into her wide grey eyes, eyes bright with fever. “Show me,” I say.
She knows what I mean.
Her fingers tremble as she drops her schoolbag and takes hold of the hem of her skirt. Slowly she raises it, hesitating just a little, then lifting it clear up to her belly. She is wonderfully naked, no unnecessary material hiding the soft folds of her pussy, smooth as a little girl again, a faint pinkness showing the aftermath of the razor.
I stand close, really close, looking straight into her eyes as I push my fingers
down between her thighs. Her pussy is smooth and already damp. I hold her gaze as I penetrate her directly, my index finger pushing its way between her pudgy lips. It disappears to the hilt. Teri gasps, and chews her lips as I work it back and forth, finger-fucking her right there in the corridor. In less than a minute she’s hot and slippery and I have two fingers inside her. Her eyelids flutter and she pants softly.
“Good girl, Teri,” I whisper softly. “Now, taste yourself.”
Withdrawing my fingers I hold them at her lips, glistening in the harsh fluorescence of the corridor lights. She hesitates a second, then opens her mouth and I push my fingers inside.
Still looking into my eyes, she sucks her own cunt juices from my fingers. She sucks slowly, her tongue working my fingers, her red lips puckered tight.
After a little while I penetrate her again, delving deep up her cunt. She is very wet now, colour rising in her big round face as I plunder her, invade her, fuck her. Again I get her to suck my fingers; this time she accepts greedily.
“Put your hands on the wall, Teri,” I murmur as I slip my fingers from her mouth this time. I spread her against the wall, feet back and wide like a perp in an American cop show. I stand at her right side, and as I push my right-hand fingers into the wet warmth of her cunt, I give her my left-hand fingers to suck. I tell her to get them wet, and pull them dripping from her mouth, trailing strings of saliva down across her shoulder as I reach behind her. I find her asshole, and push my slippery finger straight up.
Her gasp is loud. She looks at me with wide, wild eyes as I fuck her sopping cunt with my right hand and penetrate her anus with my left. After a few seconds I have two fingers deep up both her holes, the pink heat of her fat body wonderful to feel.
I pull my left-hand back and raise it to her mouth. She moans, perhaps with distaste, perhaps not. Her reluctance is fleeting. She opens her mouth and sucks in my fingers, straight from her asshole.
The life of the school hums around us as I finger her cunt and ass and she sucks my fingers clean betweentimes. She cums as she’s sucking my left hand; I feel the hot wash of juice across my right, soaking my fingers and dripping onto the corridor floor. As she sags against the wall I step around her and plunge the fingers of my right hand up her asshole, the hot slippery wetness of her cunt juice lubricating their passage. I finger-fuck her asshole hard for a minute more, my palm slapping her butt, my fingers stiff and relentless, then I release her. She sags slowly to her knees, body heaving, face flushed, and in that position, her eyes gazing up into mine like a supplicant, she sucks my fingers clean one last time.
“Come and see me this afternoon, Teri,” I say, and walk away.
My classroom is hot in the late afternoon, sunlight filling the long, south-facing windows. Teri is on time. Of course she is.
She stands in front of my desk. She is a vision of every man’s sexual fantasy, a willing, slutty schoolgirl in tight clothes and too much makeup. Her eyes are bright with a fever of submission, a yearning to please.
“One last thing for this week, Teri,” I say, standing. I stay on my side of the desk, teacher to student. “Take your clothes off.”
She blinks, then drops her bag. Her tie follows it, then one by one she unbuttons her blouse. Her bra is pretty – white, lacy, and a size too small for her. She frees her boobs, shrugging her bra onto the floor. Her tits are fat but pert still. Another few years and they will droop, but right now they are luscious globes of white flesh topped with bright pink cherries. Her nipples are small, but hard already, erect.
She tugs down her skirt last and steps out of it. She bends to remove her shoes but I shake my head. She straightens again and I admire her bulging, curving young body, glowing in the afternoon sunlight.
I indicate she should come around my desk, and as she does I unzip myself. I pull out my cock, achingly hard and glisteningly wet, and free my balls as well to hang outside my trousers. Teri’s eyes are as big as saucers; she chews her lip as I arrange my erection just so. Just for her.
“Kneel down, Teri. Now, look at me, and suck my cock.”
She does.
Big round eyes firmly on mine, she leans forward and her hot, wet mouth closes around the tingling head of my cock. The warmth of her mouth is unbelievable! Her lips tight, she sucks, drawing a stream of precum from deep inside my body. All week I’ve abstained, kept myself full for this moment. Juice flows steadily from my cock into the girl’s eager mouth and my balls hang like bombs waiting to explode. She sucks my cock firmly, slowly, her beautifully bowed lips encircling me, her eyes, hypnotised, locked on mine.
I tangle my fingers in her blonde-brown hair and draw her closer, pulling her head down just a little, then a little more, watching my cock slide deeper into her mouth. Her eyes widen, but she is an obedient student. The head of my cock nestles fabulously at the entrance to her throat; I feel her muscles wriggling, fighting the gag reflex. I hold her there for a while, my cock throbbing with the sensation, then relax my hold, letting her draw back. She gasps a little as, slimed with her saliva, my cock slips from her mouth trailing a thick rope of goo back to her blood-red lips.
I let her catch her breath, then feed her my iron-hard cock once more. Again I fuck her mouth deeply, forcing her that little bit farther than she’s comfortable with, showing her who is the teacher, and who the pupil. Again I release her, and again I take her. My cock aches. My balls throb. My precum oozes into her quivering throat.
The afternoon sun slants through the wide windows, the shadows of the serried ranks of chairs and desks moving slowly across the floor as Teri learns to suck my cock down to its very root. She is red and flushed and wet with saliva and male secretions where I have smeared my cock head lovingly across her face. Everything has been slow, intense and achingly beautiful, my soft, fat beauty using every trick of lips and tongue and throat to please me. My cock head is as red as her lips, bursting with blood, the veins of my shaft rigid with pressure. My balls tingle continuously.
It’s time. I slip my hard, slimy cock one last time from her mouth, then reach down to help her stand. Her knees are red, so long has she been down there. I turn her around, swapping places with her as I position her against my desk. She is dazed, glazed, almost an automaton, her eyes febrile. I spread her legs and press my hand to her pussy. She is hot, and soaking wet. My fingers enter her easily, her juice running out across my palm. I finger-fuck her for a little while while she sprawls across the desk then, my fingers dripping, I pull them out and slide them at once up her asshole.
She moans like a whore as I lubricate her asshole with her own cunt juices. She knows what I’m going to do, because I tell her.
“Teri, I’m going to cum up your ass. Shall I? You want that?”
“Uhhhh, yes.” Her voice is a mumble, dripping with sex.
Spreading the soft white half-globes of her butt to expose the wet, pink slit of her asshole I nudge the hard red tip of my cock against it – and push.
Smooth, tight, wet, hot; my cock slides into her, up into her, slips steadily into that luscious fat ass. Her voice is a muffled wail as I penetrate her anus, my cock unyielding, thick with blood and boiling with semen. I take her deep, deep, my cock burrowing right into her body, into the soft, warm folds deep inside her. I feel the wet heat of her pussy lips against my swollen balls and I tense, holding myself deep in her butt until…
I explode, my rigid cock gouting a pent-up week’s semen again and again and again up Teri’s ass, again and again, filling her with my cum, emptying my aching balls up her big, fat, glorious ass.
I stay inside her for many minutes, stroking her butt, fingering her slippery cunt, bringing her to her own orgasm, until my cock has softened a little and I finally release her. Wiping myself on her dimpled butt, I put my cock away and zip back up.
“Very good, Teri, very good. Now, get packed up and off you go. Have a good weekend. And Teri? Make sure you come to see me first thing on Monday, yes?
“Good. Good girl.”