Teacher Locked the Door & Used Me

I sat at my desk in the front row of Miss Ross’s creative writing class, the afternoon sun slanting through the high windows and painting golden stripes across the scuffed linoleum floor. Friday dress-down day. The one day of the week I lived for. Miss Ross stood at the whiteboard, marker in hand, her long black hair cascading down her back in a shiny waterfall. She wore a tight black mini-skirt that barely covered the lower curves of her ass and a low-cut red blouse that strained against the heavy weight of her full tits. Every time she reached up to write, the skirt rode higher, flashing the creamy backs of her thighs and the barest hint of black lace at the edge of her thong.

My cock was already half-hard just from watching her. Eighteen years old, two weeks from graduation, and still I spent every class period fighting the urge to shove my hand down my jeans and stroke one out right there in front of everyone. I wasn’t the only one. Half the guys in the room were shifting in their seats, adjusting themselves under their desks. Miss Ross knew. She always knew. That little smirk when she caught me staring told me everything. She loved it. The hot teacher, the walking fantasy, the mature cougar who dressed like she wanted every hard young cock in the room throbbing for her.

Billy passed me a crumpled note. “She’s fucking killing me today. You still writing those dirty stories about her?”

I scribbled back without looking away from the way her hips swayed when she turned. “Fuck yes. Last night I wrote one where she makes me rim her ass after class then fucks me on the desk until I cream her pussy. You should see the load I blew.”

I flipped the note onto his desk. Miss Ross’s heels clicked closer. She plucked the paper up before Billy could grab it, unfolded it slowly, and read. The class went quiet. Her big brown eyes lifted to mine. The playful smile was gone.

“Todd,” she said, voice low and dangerous. “Stay after the bell. We need to talk.”

My stomach dropped. The note was still in her hand when the bell rang. Everyone filed out, Billy mouthing “good luck, dude” as he bolted. The door clicked shut. Miss Ross locked it. The sound of the bolt sliding home made my heart slam against my ribs.

“Come here,” she said.

I stood on shaky legs and walked to the front of the room. She sat on the edge of her desk, legs crossed, the mini-skirt riding high enough that I could see the smooth inner thighs all the way up to the shadow between them. She held the note out.

“Read it out loud.”

I took it. My voice cracked. “Damn straight I’d kiss her ass and lick it. Hell I’d spread it open and give her a fucking rimjob. I’d even suck her damn toes if she wanted me to. Fucking cocktease.”

Silence. Then she laughed, soft and throaty.

“Cocktease,” she repeated. “Is that what you think I am, Todd?”

“I… I’m sorry, Miss Ross. It was just—”

“Just a fantasy.” She slid off the desk and stood so close I could smell her perfume mixed with the faint scent of her skin. “Looking is fine. Fantasizing is fine. Writing filthy stories about your teacher and circulating them in class is where you crossed the line.”

She turned around, planted her hands on the desk, and looked over her shoulder. “You want to kiss my ass so badly? Get on your knees and do it. Right now. Prove you’re serious about making this right and maybe I don’t march this note straight to the principal.”

I dropped so fast my knees cracked against the floor. She reached back, flipped the mini-skirt up over her hips, and the sight of her perfect round ass in a thin black thong almost made me come in my jeans. The string disappeared between her cheeks. Her skin was smooth, pale, begging to be touched.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to the left cheek. Soft. Warm. I kissed the other side. Then again. She pushed back into my face.

“Harder. Use your tongue. You wrote about rimjobs, didn’t you? Show me.”

I pulled the thong to the side. Her tight pink asshole winked at me. I licked a long wet stripe up the crack, then circled the wrinkled hole with the tip of my tongue. She moaned. Actually moaned. The sound went straight to my cock. I pushed harder, spearing the tip inside, tasting the clean musky flavor of her. My hands gripped her hips. I ate her ass like a starving man, tongue fucking the tight ring while she rocked back against my face.

“That’s it, you dirty boy. Tongue that teacher ass. You’ve been staring at it all year. Now get your fill.”

I licked and sucked and pushed deeper until my jaw ached. Spit ran down my chin. She reached back, grabbed a handful of my hair, and held me there while she ground her ass against my mouth. When she finally pulled away, my face was shiny and my cock was leaking a wet spot through my jeans.

Miss Ross turned, sat on the edge of the desk again, and spread her legs. The thong was still pulled aside. Her pussy was shaved smooth, the outer lips plump and already glistening. She hooked a finger in the crotch and tugged it further.

“You wrote about licking this too. Get up here and put that tongue to better use.”

I scrambled up and buried my face between her thighs. The first taste of her cunt made me groan. Sweet and salty and hot. I licked from her dripping hole up to the swollen clit, then sucked it between my lips. She gasped and locked her thighs around my head.

“Fuck yes. Eat that pussy, Todd. Two years of staring and now you finally get to taste it.”

I licked faster, sliding two fingers inside her tight channel. She was soaked. The wet sounds of my fingers pumping filled the quiet classroom. Her hips rolled against my face. I curled my fingers and found the rough spot inside that made her thighs tremble. I sucked her clit hard while I rubbed it and she came with a sharp cry, flooding my mouth with warm juice. I kept licking through the pulses until she pushed my head away, breathing hard.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

I rose. She reached for my belt, yanked it open, shoved my jeans and boxers down in one hard tug. My cock sprang free, thick and red and dripping. Her eyes widened.

“Jesus. You weren’t exaggerating in those stories.” She wrapped her red-nailed fingers around the shaft and squeezed. Pre-cum oozed over her knuckles. “Sit on the desk.”

I hopped up. She dropped to her knees between my legs, still fully dressed except for the skirt flipped up and the thong pulled aside. She stroked me slowly, watching the head flare and leak.

“I’m going to suck this cock the way you wrote it. Slow at first. Then messy. Then I’m going to make you fuck my throat until you can’t breathe without thinking about my mouth.”

She leaned in and licked the head clean, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge. Then she opened wide and took me in. Warm wet heat slid down my shaft. She kept going until her lips kissed the base and her throat fluttered around the tip. I groaned loud enough that anyone in the hallway might have heard. She held me there, eyes watering, then pulled back with a thick string of spit connecting her lips to my cock.

“Look at that,” she whispered. “Teacher spit all over your student cock.”

She dove back down, bobbing faster, one hand cupping my balls while the other stroked whatever her mouth wasn’t covering. Spit ran down my shaft and dripped onto the desk. She pulled off long enough to spit directly on the head, then swallowed me again, making filthy wet sounds. I grabbed her hair and started thrusting up into her mouth. She let me. Encouraged me. When I felt the first warning tingle she pulled off and stood.

“Not yet. I want that load inside me.”

She shoved the skirt higher, kicked the thong off completely, and climbed onto the desk, straddling me. Her bare pussy hovered over my glistening cock. She reached down, lined me up, and sank down in one smooth slide. Tight heat swallowed every inch. We both moaned.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she breathed. “Fill that teacher cunt. Feel how wet you made me.”

She started riding, rising until just the head remained inside, then dropping hard. Her heavy tits bounced under the red blouse. I yanked the buttons open, shoved the cups of her bra down, and buried my face between them. I sucked one stiff nipple while she fucked me, rolling her hips so her clit dragged against my pubic bone. The desk creaked under us. Her juices ran down my balls and soaked the wood.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me like the dirty stories. Pound this pussy.”

I grabbed her ass, stood up with her still impaled, and spun her around so her back hit the whiteboard. Markers clattered to the floor. I drove into her hard and fast, the slap of skin echoing. Her legs locked around my waist. Every thrust made her tits bounce and her mouth fall open in a silent scream. I fucked her through one orgasm, then another, until her cunt clamped down so tight I almost lost it.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” she gasped. “I want more.”

I carried her to the nearest student desk, bent her over it, and slammed back in from behind. The position let me go deeper. I watched my thick cock disappear into her stretched pink hole over and over. Her ass jiggled with every impact. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I pounded her. She came again, squirting around my shaft, the wetness spraying my thighs.

I pulled out, dropped to my knees, and licked her clean, tongue delving into the open hole and then up to her throbbing clit. She pushed back into my face, grinding until another smaller orgasm made her thighs shake.

“Get back inside me,” she ordered.

I stood and thrust home again. This time I slowed down, grinding deep, circling my hips so the head rubbed every sensitive spot inside her. She reached back and spread her own cheeks, giving me a perfect view of my cock stretching her and the tight little asshole just above.

“Finger it,” she whispered. “I know you want to.”

I spat on my thumb and pressed it against the wrinkled ring. It opened slowly. I worked the tip inside while I kept fucking her pussy. She moaned long and low.

“Deeper. Stretch that ass for later.”

I pushed until my thumb was buried to the knuckle. The dual sensation made her cunt ripple around my cock. I fucked her like that until she came again, harder than before, her whole body locking up.

When she recovered she pulled off, turned, and pushed me into a chair. She straddled me reverse-cowgirl style, reaching back to guide my cock into her dripping cunt. She rode me hard, slamming down so her ass slapped my stomach. I watched my shaft appear and disappear between her cheeks. I spread them wider and spat on her hole again, then worked two fingers inside while she bounced. The stretch made her cry out.

“Yes—fuck—fill both holes—”

I scissored my fingers, opening her. She reached down and rubbed her clit furiously. Another orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy milked me so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from exploding.

She climbed off, dropped to her knees, and sucked me clean, tasting her own juices mixed with my pre-cum. Then she stood, turned the chair around, and bent over the back of it.

“Ass,” she said simply. “You wrote about it. Now do it.”

I stood behind her, spat on her hole, and pressed the head of my cock against it. She pushed back. The tight ring stretched around the flared tip and then, with a slow burn, I sank inside. Inch by inch until my balls rested against her dripping cunt. She was impossibly tight. Hot. Clenching.