Bad Teacher (Erotic Collection) (Erotic Lessons) (2 page)

“Your research is missing an entire demographic, Miss
Bennett. Specifically, mine.” He smiles again. He’s just cracking himself up.

“Danny, you’re too young and
..
.
inexperienced
...”

His thumb brushes over my nipple, and it rises to meet him.
I can’t hide how turned on I am any longer. My pussy is pounding, and my
panties are wet. I’m pretty sure he can smell me. I know I can.

He leans in to whisper into my ear again. “I’m going to
teach you just how wrong you are, Miss Bennett.”

 
And he squeezes
my breast, hard. Just the way I like it.

Oh, fuck me.

He shifts his weight, and moves his leg between mine, kneading
my breast the whole time. I can’t bring myself to tell him to stop. I know I
should, but my body won’t let me. He moves his hand from my wrist to my waist,
letting his thumb drift low for a moment, past the edge of my skirt, and then
he’s
untucking
my blouse.

“Danny...”

He ignores me. His hand trails down the front of belly, and
there’s no hiding the rolling muscle contractions that follow in his wake.
Suddenly both his hands are on my hips, and then beneath my ass, and with a
little movement he’s lifted me further onto the desk. He shifts his hip, moving
his leg between mine, and kicks my legs open, pushing my skirt up. For a moment
he lets his hands rest on my thighs, and looks directly into my eyes.

Then he grins.

“Danny...” I croak again.

“Shut up.”

And he kicks my legs apart, pushing my skirt up on my
thighs, and presses himself against me. I can feel his cock in his uniform
pants, and holy fuck, it’s hard and it’s big. My back arches a little and my
pussy reaches for more pressure from his cock of it’s own free will. I swallow,
hard, and his hand moves up to my face, grabbing my chin and tilting it up to
him. He wants me to see his face.

His eyes are dark and bright, his lips smiling slightly, his
skin young and smooth. He’s so goddamn sure of himself.

He should be. I want him so badly it’s all I can do to keep
still, to keep from jumping him. My whole body feels taut, pulled tight,
humming like a lightly vibrating string. He traces the line of my jaw with his
finger, and lets his hands drop to my throat, his fingers still doing that
light dance. He moves past my neck down to my collarbone, and further, down the
center of my chest until he reaches the first button of my blouse.

He gives me a brief smile, and then in one swift motion he’s
unbuttoned my blouse.
All of it.
Next he’s unhooked my
front-clasping bra and pushed it aside. Poof, just like that.

In two seconds flat my breasts are naked and exposed.

“Holy shit.” I say.

And he kisses me.

It’s funny, I hadn’t ever imagined kissing him. I’d wondered
what he looked like naked, and what his bedroom style was like, but I’d told
myself that was academic interest. Every once in a while I’d let myself
fantasize...but I’d never imagined kissing him.

His lips are soft, and his kiss starts off soft, too, but
quickly becomes harder, urgent. His hands are back on my breasts, his fingers
rolling and pinching my nipples, and he’s tipping me backward on the desk. This
has spiraled out of control so fast that my brain hasn’t caught up with what’s
happening, and it’s like my conscience has to fight through all the noise
coming from the rest of my body: my nipples screaming at my clit, my pussy
starting to growl, my skin on fire.

“Danny –” I manage to get out before he pinches my
nipple, and pushes me down on the desk.

“Wait.” I say, sitting up again, and his hand slides up
under what remains of my skirt, his fingers slipping under the thin lace of my
underwear. My abs flutter at his touch, and I can feel the heat building
between my legs. Pretty soon I won’t be able to stop myself.

“Why?” He says, and pulls my panties down to my knees.
Before I know it he has them off and on the floor, and he’s back between my
legs.

I don’t have a good answer for him.

He moves his hand back up my thigh, all the way up, until
his fingertips brush the crease of my leg. God he’s so close. I know I should
have an answer for him, but words won’t come right now. He looks at me
intently, wants me to know he’s waiting for an answer.

I open my mouth to speak, and he grins and slips a finger
inside me.

“What?” He asks innocently.

But I can’t speak. His finger slides deep inside of me, and
it’s like I can only fully feel my pussy
now
as it
exists against his skin, where it’s come alive. It burns hot and wet, and it
ripples against him, craving more, more, just more. I put my head on his
shoulder and groan.

“What was that?” He says lightly, and all the while his
finger is fucking me – he’s
fucking
me – in short, shallow strokes, working his way around, putting circular
pressure on the edge of my entrance.

I try to breathe, and I shudder against him, my bare nipples
brushing against his dress shirt. He takes the opportunity to kiss my neck, and
his finger starts to work a little harder, a little faster. I can’t take it
anymore.

“More,” I whisper, my voice choked.

“What?” He smiles.

“More!” I hiss, and I clamp down on his finger, grinding
against him.

Immediately he tips me back on the desk and lifts my legs,
cradling a knee on each shoulder, so now I’m lying on my back, on my own desk,
my pussy served up to him on a platter. I close my eyes and feel another finger
push slowly into me.

“
Yesss
.” I breathe, and I feel him
curl his fingers inside me, pressing on my g-spot. Holy hell, he knows exactly
where to find it and what to do with it, and now he’s fucking me with his
fingers again, flexing them back and forth, opening me wide while keeping the
pressure on my g-spot. I’ve never been fucked like this before, it’s like every
nerve in my body has woken up, has realized where the show is, and they’re all
rushing to my pussy, crowding in to get their fill. I don’t understand what’s
happening.

And he’s doing it all with just two fingers.

That’s when I feel his tongue.

He doesn’t go directly for my clit. Instead I feel his
tongue reach between my inner and outer folds on one side, than the other,
something else I’ve never felt before, and he starts to lick me there. At first
it’s just a distraction from what his magical fingers are doing, but he keeps
up the rhythm, putting pressure on one spot on either side as his tongue slides
over it, and soon I’m lost, spinning upwards into oblivion while I gush into
his mouth.

“What the hell are you doing?” I pant.

He doesn’t answer me. His fingers just fuck me harder,
twisting in and out of me now, and I’m so close to coming, and he hasn’t even
touched my clit.

Then I feel his tongue again, working in tight, pointed
little circles, spiraling towards my clit. He finally reaches it and takes the
whole hood in his lips, presses his tongue against my clit, and sucks.

I scream.

He jams another finger into
me and licks,
and my back bows and I feel hands on breasts, twisting my nipples, squeezing
the mounds, and finally I realize they’re my hands. It’s like I’m having an out
of body experience, completely separated from the world, subsisting on nothing
but sensation.

This is fucking insane.

I think this is as high as I’ve ever been, and then I feel
fingers on the muscle just above my pussy, right above the line where my pubic
hair would be if I kept it. I don’t understand, another thing I don’t
understand, and then the fingers start to knead, and it makes more sense than
anything else ever has. It’s like there’s a disorganized mass of fire inside of
me, some of it in my pussy, a big cloud of it around my clit, and some in the
muscles all around, and his fingers are kneading it together, making one,
tight, intense ball of fire. He’s sculpting an orgasm for me. I’m almost afraid
of it, of how intense it is, and I don’t have the words to tell him to slow
down. I wouldn’t even if I could. There’s no going back.

“Danny,” I whimper.

He keeps up the reverse pressure on my clit, and I feel his
tongue lapping at it, in short, hard little strokes, and his fingers fuck me in
circles while his other hand presses down right above my pubis, and he sets
that ball of fire loose. I come, and it’s like a stray bullet ricocheting
around my body, that little pinball of heat, setting fire to everything it
touches, before it’s finally called back to my center, where it settles and
grows until I’m engulfed in it. Suddenly I feel like I have to pee, I’m certain
I’m going to pee, and there’s nothing I can do, and my whole body convulses in
a giant contraction and hot liquid spurts out of my pussy.

And I just...disappear. Burned up into a million little bits
of floating ash.

I have no idea how long it takes me to come back to myself.
When I do I find that my eyes have watered, tears streaming down the sides of
my head to my ears, and my lips are tingling and a little numb, which makes it
hard to speak. I try anyway.

“Danny.” I mumble.

He rises, grinning, from between my legs, and his face and
collar are soaked through. I really did squirt. I’ve never done that before.

His hands roam over my body, up and down and around my
curves, and he’s still grinning. Finally he grabs my hands, and places them up
above my head.

“We’re not done.” He says.

“Huh?”

In response he grabs me by hips and pulls my ass over the
edge of the desk, and then flips me over so I’m on my belly. It hurts until I
can find my footing on the ground, and can stand on my own feet again.

I’m still a little groggy, and my legs can barely hold me
up. I squirm a bit to get a look back over my shoulder when I feel a hand on my
ass. He rubs it lightly,
like
he’s giving it a polish,
and then he gives me a hard smack.

He leans over me, close to my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you better than my father ever did.”

Oh, man, that shouldn’t do it, but it does. My pussy
clenches involuntarily, and I’m getting high again, wanting him inside me.

The thought of Danny filling me, fucking me...

Fuck.

“Fuck me.” I whisper.

He chuckles, and I hear his fly zip open. Oh God, he’s
really going to fuck me. My student is really going to fuck me.

Instead I feel a finger – a thumb? –
circling
around my cunt, dipping in and out, teasing me. I
can’t figure out what he’s doing, why he’s teasing me, the bastard, and I
almost complain when suddenly that finger snakes up to my asshole.

I gasp in surprise. I’m not sure I trust Danny with my
asshole, he’s so young,
he
can’t have had much
experience with that, can he? But I don’t have time to object. He’s pressing
his finger around the rim, wet with my own juice, and then he’s pushed his
thumb into my ass.

“Spread your legs.” He orders.

And I do.

He’s working his thumb around my asshole now, the way he did
with my cunt, stretching it, opening it. I should object, I should tell him he
can’t fuck me in the ass, I haven’t prepped, we’re on my desk, but I can’t tell
him to stop. I’m mewling like a kitten, and the truth is I want him to do
whatever he wants.

“I want your cunt,” he growls. “I want your cunt and your
ass at the same time.”

And I feel the tip of something at the entrance to my cunt.
It’s too big to be a finger, and I know it’s his cock. I wish I could turn
around and see it – I wish I could taste it – but I don’t want to
move; I don’t want to wait any longer until he’s inside me.

Instead he works that thumb, round and round, in and out,
and it feels so wrong and so good at the same time. Like fucking my student
should. It’s almost overwhelming; no one’s been in my ass in months. I’m not
sure how much more I can
take,
I need him to fuck me.

“Please,” I say.

He shoves his thumb in further, and I whimper.

“Please what, Miss Bennett?”

The head of his cock is poised against my cunt, just out of
reach. I can’t bear it any longer.

“Please fuck me, Danny! Please!”

I feel the head of his cock push against my cunt, and God,
he’s bigger than I thought. He keeps his thumb in my ass, and the head of his
cock drags against it, pressing through the thin flesh separating my ass and my
cunt, as he pushes into me. Even as wet as I am it takes a moment for him to
push all the way in, and when he does I am full, so full. It’s like there’s no
more room for anything but Danny’s thumb and cock, the intrusion is so
complete; there’s not even any room for thought.

I open my mouth to speak, but I only squeal.

He grips my hip with his free hand and works his own hips in
a wide circle, and I almost pass out. Then he’s pulling out, and in my blank
state I almost complain, until he slams back into me. He pulls out with his
dick and his thumb at the same time, and then rams me with both.

“Fuck!” I scream, and I have to grip the sides of the desk
for something to hold onto.

He fucks me wildly, the sounds of flesh slapping against
flesh, my cries, his grunts, filling the classroom. My pussy clenches to his
rhythm, not wanting to let him go every time he drives into me.

“Take it, Miss Bennett,” he growls. I can’t help but laugh,
it’s so ridiculous, the whole thing, I’m being fucked stupid by my own student,
but this only makes him fuck me harder.

Which I love.

His thrusts have pushed me back onto the desk and he’s using
his free hand to grip my hip and hold me up. He’s fucking me so hard that the
desk is scraping across the room, thrust by thrust, and if possible he’s going
in deeper, rougher. His thumb is keeping time, fucking my ass just as good, and
I know I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.