I was finally on track to the life I had been dreaming of. After several bad decisions and a few years of wasted time, I moved away from the bustling city and settled down in a quiet little village out in the countryside. And that’s where this story takes place.

I had only been teaching at the school for a few months but already I felt like I had developed an excellent rapport with my students and colleagues alike. I offered a friendly ear for my fellow teachers to rant to and let them get anything off their chest and I offered a clean slate to my students who had been having troubles with their previous teacher. In a few short months, I could already see a massive improvement in many pupils who had previously been well behind.

Many of the students were drawn to me because I was the youngest teacher at the school. I mean, I was thirty-one, but considering that all of the other teachers were fifty or older, I was the closest thing to that cool, young teacher most places have. Which I intentionally tried to be, anyway. People showed up a tad late to class? No sweat. You need an extra week on that homework? You got it! I made sure to not let any students walk over me but also to cut them some slack here and there and it seemed to really work. In no time, my class was opening up to me. It felt incredible to know I was making such a positive impact on these young people’s lives. I bonded well with most of my students but there was one in particular who I got close with. Too close.

Her name was Alyssa and I came to learn that she and her previous English teacher really didn’t get along. To put it bluntly, I wasn’t shocked in the slightest. Alyssa wasn’t a hugely troublesome kid but she really knew how to push people’s buttons and if she was in one of her sassy moods then she would push every button you have until they all fell off. Even after getting through to her and creating a rapport, she still had these moments where she’d make me want to pull out my hair.

However, that’s not the only thing that made Alyssa difficult to work with. Because, to put it bluntly again, she was drop dead gorgeous. I mean seriously, she was like those girls who look to good to exist. She had these really beautiful, long, slender legs that she loved showing off. Almost as much as she loved showing off her fat, bubble butt. Her ass was so round and squidgy-looking and I fantasized about it daily. And when you thought her ass was the most perfect thing, your eyes would wander up her tight, toned tummy. It was incredible that such a tight, little body could be sitting between such a fat ass and two massive melons. Alyssa refused to wear a bra and whatever she did wear was always so low-cut, that her big, beautiful breasts were always on display.

I tried to not oggle her but it was damn near impossible. Sometimes it felt like she wanted me to stare or that she even encouraged me because if any strands of her wavy, dirty-blonde hair were covering her chest, she’d casually brush them aside to keep her tits unobstructed. Even if I kept my gaze away from her anywhere inappropriate, it didn’t matter. She had these really pretty, hazel eyes that were easy to get lost in. But occasionally my gaze would trail off and instead I’d find myself fixated on her mouth, imagining how good it’d feel to cushion my dick between her soft, pouty lips.

To top it all off, she had the most perfect skin I had ever seen. Tanned, impossibly smooth, tenderly soft. Like caramelized marble or something. And in the summer, when she was wearing as little clothing as possible, and would still sweat under the extreme heat, I couldn’t think about anything other than dragging my tongue across her silky flesh and lapping up her beads of sweat. My point is that when you take somebody who’s so fuckable but completely off limits, and throw in the right amount of brattiness, it’s no surprise her last teacher couldn’t handle it. Apparently, neither could I.

I couldn’t fight my desire to glance at her and there were times when I was sure nobody was looking that I just straight up stared at her in class. One time, she was wearing this particularly short skirt and ended up flashing me her panties. I swear my boner didn’t go away until I went home and jerked off to the thought of tearing those panties off with my teeth and fucking her little, teenage pussy until I passed out. I ended up feeling pretty guilty after the post-nut clarity hit. After all, I was there to mentor and teach this girl and I didn’t want to encourage these thoughts so after that day, I decided I wouldn’t jerk off to her again. That didn’t stop me from eyeing her up though, despite my best efforts not to. And it didn’t stop those thoughts about pounding her every hole from creeping in either. But I was determined to not encourage my growing infatuation with this young beaut nonetheless. I figured that since she was eighteen, I’d make sure she passes and then she’d go on to graduate soon enough, anyway.

But there came the problem. During the summer, I started Ankara escort holding a class for students who were still struggling and wanted to catch up. Every day after school, Alyssa and a small group of others would visit my class for an hour and I’d help them with their work. But it didn’t take long for the other pupils to start feeling confident enough that they no longer needed additional support so soon enough, they stopped showing up. One by one, the other pupils vanished from our extra class until it was just her and I. That’s when the trouble really started. Remember how I said it seemed like she would encourage me to stare? Like how she’d brush her hair out of the way of her tits? Well when it was just the two of us, that kind of stuff happened more frequently. It was little things, like she’d yawn and stretch but it seemed like she was really pushing her chest out. And the amount of times she ‘accidentally’ flashed me a glimpse of her panties was making it hard to believe they were accidents. Of course that’s still what I told myself. I convinced myself it was all in my head, that my horny brain was sexualising everything Alyssa did. There was no way she was trying to entice me or anything.

Right?

Wrong.

It was one of those hot summer days I had told you about. Alyssa and I were stuck together in a stuffy classroom with nothing but a tall fan that gently swayed side to side, helping us keep cool. She was wearing a tight, black tank top which as usual did nothing to hide her voluptuous, teen tits. Her nipples were even visible as they poked against its thin fabric. It didn’t even reach her waist, it barely covered her bellybutton leaving glimpses of her tight body to be stolen, especially when she’d stretch her arms up, causing the top to climb a little higher and reveal more of her beautiful skin.

Her luscious legs were also on full display as she wore a tiny, denim skirt that day. It couldn’t contain her busty backside and when she first entered the classroom, my jaw literally hung open as I watched the exposed curves of her meaty tush sway as she walked over and took a seat at a desk at the front of the class. And for some reason, she had abandoned her usual hairstyle, which was just letting her stunning strands carelessly fall down to her chest and instead had her dirty-blonde locks up in twin tails which she’d idly twirl in her fingers ever now and then.

For the duration of the class, things proceeded as normal. Alyssa and I had a little chit-chat, I let her talk about how things are going with the rest of her classes and even let her rant about something one of her friends did that upset her and soon after, she got studying whilst I marked papers. Well, pretended to mark papers. I got little done that class. Like I said, her fucking nipples were visible through her tank top. I couldn’t not stare. Especially as the fan would occasionally blow by causing her hair sway just a little, its cooling affect not enough to deter the beads of sweat that were slowly trailing down her smooth, honey-like arms. And that ass, dear God that ass.

Fuck it. I decided I was going to break my rule when I got home that day. I was going to stroke my cock to Alyssa like my life depended on it because if I didn’t, I’d explode. I became engrossed in that thought. I was so excited about doing it that I was sitting there imagining the kind of things I’d jerk off to. Like showing her that hot little sluts like her don’t get to tease men and get away with it like she has been, so it’s her job to help get rid of my hard-on. My heart was racing at the thought. But what hole would I want? Her lips look like they came from heaven. Real dick-sucking lips. I can only imagine how tight and amazing that silky, barely-ripe windpipe must feel. But that ass was clearly made for fucking. It’d be wrong to not pound that cushiony ass into oblivion. It was surely designed for no purpose other than to squeeze every drop of jizz a man has from his cock. But then I thought about that fresh, tender young twat. I had never been inside of an eighteen year old pussy before. It must be so tight. These thoughts swirled around in my head.

“Siiiir, are you okay?”

Oh fuck. I had been so lost in thought that as I was daydreaming about which hole of hers deserved to get pounded most, I didn’t realize I was still staring at Alyssa the whole time. I almost jumped out of seat when I snapped out of my trance.

“Sorry. I uh, was just in deep thought there for a second.” I checked my watch. “Oh wow, would you believe the time? I’ve kept you fifteen minutes too long.”

“Yeah,” Alyssa smiled. “I noticed. But it’s okay, I like spending time with you.”

I ran my hand through my hair. I had never been so entranced by a fantasy like that before.

“That’s sweet. I enjoy teaching you. But now, I think it’s time we clear out of here.” I pushed the papers together and stuffed them in my bag before standing up and giving Alyssa a polite grin as I waited for her to leave. She too picked up her Ankara escort bayan backpack.

“Well maybe I could come back to your place and study some more?” She asked, gently chewing the outside of her lip.

I crinkled my brow. “Uh, I-I don’t think that’d be appropriate.”

I cleared my throat, my brain still adamant that anything and everything Alyssa did and said was completely innocent and if it seemed otherwise, it was my sexed up mind misconstruing it. “Besides you’re doing really good now, you probably don’t need any more catch up.”

“I know,” she replied as she walked over to me. “I just want to say thank you for helping me so much.”

I smiled politely again. “Well uh, seeing you do well is all the thanks I need.”

Alyssa chuckled. “See? This is why I like you so much Mr Morgan. You’re just so sweet and caring.”

I like to think she’s right.

“And innocent.”

Oh, she dead wrong.

“And you gave me a chance when nobody else would.” Alyssa pressed forward towards me then sensually slid her fingers up my tie and gently pulled me just a little closer to her. “Maybe it’s time someone gives you a chance.” She whispered.

‘Holy fuck, I’m still day-dreaming aren’t I?’ I thought.

“Uh, Alyssa what are you-“

Our lips touched, hers softer and more heavenly than what I imagined. It was impossible to pull away. She slipped her tongue inside my mouth and I let her. I wrestled it with my own, savoring the taste of her saliva as my cock instantly hardened. It was only the sudden shock of feeling her hand grasp the tent in my pants that caused me to pull away. I took a step back, my lips free from hers and my cock no longer in her hand’s grasp.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead. “Alyssa, we can’t do this.”

“Why not?” She snapped back, stepping toward me with excitement in her eyes.

I gulped, it took every last bit of willpower I had to not just agree with her. “W-well for one, I’m your teacher and if anybody found out-“

“They won’t.”

“We’re literally standing in my classroom.” I reminded her.

“Which is why I suggested we go back to your place.” She retorted sassily.

When you’re extremely horny, and the hottest girl you’ve ever seen in your life is throwing herself at you. It’s really hard to say no. Especially when she’s making excellent points like that. But still, I knew deep down that I shouldn’t do it so I continued searching for reasons to say no.

“It’s not just that.” I told her. “You’re way too young for me.”

Alyssa frowned as a confused smirk kept across her face. “What are you talking about?” She snickered. “I’m eighteen.”

“Exactly. You’re only eighteen.”

“Well, I’m an adult now.”

“But you’re also a teenager.”

Alyssa folder her arms. “I’m legal.”

“Barely.”

I managed to say that last word with conviction. I thought I was making my point quite well. “Besides, that doesn’t make it okay. You’re still in high school-“

With her arms still crossed, Alyssa tilted her head as she cut me off. “Awww, what’s the matter?” She asked in an intentionally mocking, whiny tone. “Never fucked a high-schooler before?”

Actually I hadn’t. Not even when I was one. I didn’t tell Alyssa this but my silence answered for me.

“Wait, really?” She giggled. “You’ve never fucked a student before? Weeeelll,” She dropped her bag and then walked over to her desk before bending over it and lifting her skirt, revealing her dreamy backside and the black thong that was buried into her tiny asshole. “Guess there’s a first time for everything.”

My mouth was watering. My dick felt like it was going to tear its way through my pants. I couldn’t help but walk over to her, it was like a magnet pulling me in. I pressed my hard tent against her ass which caused her to giggle profusely. She knew she got me. I took a deep breath.

“W-we can’t. I don’t have any condoms.” I told her, softly.

Alyssa stood up straight and turned to face me. She had this look in her eyes like she was done waiting.

“I didn’t ask you if you had condoms.” She now spoke with a stern, demanding tone.

She grabbed my belt. “I asked you-“

She unbuckled it. “-to-“

She yanked it. “FUCK.”

It zipped around my pants. “MY.”

She pulled it completely off. “BRAINS.”

She dangled it for a second.” “OUT.”

It hit the floor. I was now also done.

I lurched forward, hungrily pressing my face to hers, desperate for another hit of that saliva as I thrusted my tongue inside her mouth. She grabbed hold of my tie as I gripped her hips and lifted her up on to her desk. Our tongues wrestled for a moment as she unbuttoned my shirt. When she got to the last one, I broke the kiss and ripped my shirt and tie from my body as she gazed on with an ecstatic grin. She bit her lip as I disposed of my clothes. I couldn’t help but let out a growl as I held her by the hips and pressed my mouth to her neck, sucking on it like a starved animal.

Alyssa giggled wildly as Escort Ankara her hands ran up my neck and through my hair.

I slid my own hands from her waist, up her body until I found the thin fabric of her tank top which I zealously pulled up and over her head, freeing those juicy melons and finally feasting my eyes upon them in their natural glory. They were beautiful. Completely tanned. Her areolas a slightly darker shade than the small, light, pink nipples that resided on them. I leaned down and put one in my mouth, like I had fantasized about doing so many times. Alyssa continued to stroke my hair as I sucked on her tits before I removed myself and planted my lips to hers once more, this time thrusting my tongue in deeper and sliding down her throat. She groaned into our kiss as she held my face firmly to hers. She wrapped her legs around my waist and dry humped me as her panty-covered cunt grinded against my stiff pole.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled Alyssa from the desk and turned her around, bending her over so she was in the position she had just taken up herself. I held her phat and oh-so-soft ass in my hands, squeezing and squishing it before giving it a slap which caused Alyssa to let out a playful yelp. I marveled down at the sight of her fleshy booty as I watched it jiggle before grabbing her thong and yanking it down.

I ran my hand up her thighs until it met her slit. I traced my finger up until I found that tiny hole and thrusted it inside. Her little cunny was so wet that the smell of her musk was overwhelming. I inserted a second finger and began fucking them both into her sopping, little, cunt slowly. I continued doing so, building a rhythm and getting faster and faster. I put my free hand between her thighs and pressed against her tiny clit. I rubbed that little button and swirled my fingers around her pussy which caused her to moan loudly. She was soaking wet and I couldn’t hold off any longer. I pulled my zipper down and released my aching cock from its prison. It sprung free, hard as a rock and ready to be put to use. I lined up its purple head against my student’s soft, soaking slit and gently ran it up and down her cunt until it was too drenched in her juice. I positioned my hard, veiny prick at the entrance to paradise. With one hand around my shaft and the other holding Alyssa’s hip, I pressed forward and inserted my dick into her little, eighteen year old hole, causing the both of us to groan simultaneously.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Like nothing I had ever felt before. Her pussy was so soft and so tight. Too tight. Her little, teen, cunt sucked me in and milked my cock with an intense, vice grip. With each of my hands on her hips, I threw my head back and groaned even louder as I sank deeper into her young sleeve. I felt my balls ache and knew they were desperate to flood that barely legal, very fertile womb with every last drop of jizz they were holding. I pulled back, feeling the narrow, pink walls of an impossibly tight pussy milk and massage my throbbing cock as it slowly slid backwards, only to feel that same pleasure but increased by tenfold as I quickly thrusted it forward again. The joy was agonizing. I increased my pace until I found a rhythm Alyssa really seemed to like, which of course was a good, hard pounding because that’s what little, teasing, sluts like her crave.

The classroom was filled with the sound of the two of us breathing like crazy and the wet, slapping noises as I fucked her tight, wet box. Soon she began making requests which I did my best to comply with. She told me faster. Then harder. Then faster. Deeper. The sweat poured off me and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Pull my hair!” She moaned. I kept one hand on her hips and used the other to grab one of her twin tails. I gave it a soft tug.

“Pull it like you fucking mean it!”

I grabbed them both, one in each hand and yanked them back, forcing her head back and making her look up at the ceiling.

“OH. FUCK. YES!” She moaned, grabbing the desk and holding on for dear life as I pounded away.

I watched as her eyes glazed over and a look of ecstasy wash upon her face. It felt like her pussy was contracting and somehow squeezing me even harder than before. I looked down to see Alyssa biting her lip with a warm smile, her eyes half lidded.

“FUCK!” I growled through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna cum!”

“You know what’d be so hot?” Alyssa asked breathlessly. “If you came inside me.”

My cock twitched at the idea.

“What?” I groaned. “No, no. I can’t.”

I continued thrusting in and out, feeling my orgasm on its way.

“Please!” She begged. “It’d be so fucking hot.”

I couldn’t take it any more. That tiny, teenage pussy was so warm, wet and tight. I was about to bust, any moment.

“Alyssa I can’t.” I grunted.

My balls tingled like crazy. My cock started to throb. I thrusted myself in, balls deep for one final stroke, before I was going to pull out.

“If you knock me up, I won’t tell anyone it’s yours.”

That last line sent me over the edge.

I was going to pull out, I really was. But I couldn’t. Something about that line made me instantly unleash momentous waves of cum into that ripe, fertile pussy.