M Jacobs - Teacher with the hots

Carrie had vented bet frustration in tears and was beginning to feel a little better when she heard a tap on the door. She thought it was the principal checking to see if she had survived her first day at Washington. She straightened herself up a bit and went to the door, determined not to fall apart in Mr. Waterbury's arms the way she suspected so many teachers had in the past. Carrie was taken aback when she threw open the door and found one of her mine obnoxious students standing there before her.

Tony Romano was the one person she didn't want to see. He had been giving her a hard time nil day, making dirty remarks and trying his best to unnerve her. In fact, he had succeeded admirably, especially when he had spread his long legs and rubbed his crotch until he had raised a huge hard-on for her benefit.

Carrie had tried desperately to avoid looking between the boy's spread legs, but occasionally her glance had fallen there. Tony was a roguishly handsome young man, and his bold masculine charm was hard to resist, even for Carrie. She was at the same time repulsed by his obscene behavior and excited by his bold sexuality.

"What do you want?" Carrie asked as coldly as she could.

"I need a little help, teacher. I got a problem," the young man said, looking her in the eye.

"With your schoolwork?" she asked, watching him lean up against the door.

"Sure… yes… I got a problem with my fuckin' schoolwork!" he said with a wide grin.

"Tony Romano! Don't use that word in my presence! It's vulgar!" she said, her eyes flashing.

"What word? Fuckin'? That's vulgar? Shit, teacher, I thought it was fun!"

Carrie put her hands on her hips and glared at the brazen youth. She wanted to slap him, but somehow she managed to control herself.

"I have no intention of engaging in a discussion of that filthy word, young man!" she said, realizing as she spoke that she was overreacting to a word that wouldn't have been at all bothered by under any other circumstances.

"You don't wanna talk about fuckin?" the kid grinned.

"Certainly not!" she said, her face turning a bright red.

"I guess that's okay, teacher," Tony smiled wickedly. "I don't guess you know much about it anyway!"

"Tony Romano, if you want to ask a question about today's lesson, feel free to do so! If not, please leave!"

"Okay, okay! Don't get your ass up, lady!" Tony said in a throaty voice, fumbling through the school books he carried under his arm. "It's in this book right here! I think! Uh… can I come in?"

"I suppose so," she said, turning and walking to her desk.

Tony sauntered into the room after her and closed the door behind them. She sat down at her desk and waited for him to get to the question he was supposed to have had about the lesson. Carrie didn't ready believe that he had a question, but it was her duty as a teacher to be available to her students for a while after class, and she always did her duty.

Tony walked up behind her and laid an English book down on her desk. He moved closer to her warm delicate body. He leaned his shoulder up against her and looked into her clear blue eyes. She looked any quickly, but not before staring into his eyes for a second or two and seeing the unmistakable fire of lust burning within him.

"Well?" she asked, her voice slightly dry, tense and unsteady.

She tried to scoot her chair away from the darkly handsome young stud, but he moved with her. She felt the warmth of his strong young body making her feel strange all over. It was the same feeling she always felt when Mark was close to her, only this time she knew that it wasn't right for her to feel that way.

"Uh, right here!" Tony rasped, pointing down at a page in the book without even looking.

"That happens to be the table of contents, Tony! It shouldn't be too terribly difficult to understand!" she said.

"Oh yeah… how 'bout that! Uh… I guess it's right here! This sentence right here!" he said, flipping through the book and jabbing his finger down at the page.

"It's no wonder you don't understand that, Tony. We won't get that far in the book for another three months!" she said. "Now what exactly do you want?"

"You!" the handsome young man ginned, putting his hand on her breast.

"Tony! Now see here!" she gasped, drawing away from him when she felt his strong young hand closing over her breast.

"What's the matter, baby? Don't you like men?" the horny kid asked in a taunting voice.

"A man wouldn't do such a disgusting thing!" she snapped. "You're acting like a little boy!"

"There's a lot of chicks around here that don't think Tony Romano's a little boy, teacher!" Tony said in a thick voice. "You know what, baby? I think you've got the hots for me too!"

"Really!" she said, looking away from his glittering black eyes.

"I know I turn you on, teacher! I ain't blind, you know. I see you lookin' between my legs! Bet you were just droolin' for it!" he said, squeezing her tit through her blouse.

Curie's nipples hardened when she felt his fingers moving over her silken breasts. She felt a warmth spreading over her body from her tits all the way to her cunt. There we something about the brazen young stud that drove her wild. The more he touched her, the more her resistance melted in the heat of her desire. She felt his breath against her cheek, felt his lips brushing against her when he moved even closer.

She felt his hands on her face, felt him turning her face toward him, forcing her to look into his eyes. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her ho fly. She kept her lips closed for a while, but eventually the sensations he inspired in her were too much. She let him kiss her deeply. At first she let him slip his tongue into her mouth without responding in kind, but before long she was kissing him passionately. His warm strong hands were all over her body. She thrilled to his strength and mastery of her. She felt herself giving in. She knew somehow that she would give herself to him completely.

"There you go baby!" Tony said, hugging her against him. "Knew you'd like that! They all like Tony!"

"I think you should go… I really do… someone might… might come in," the woman said weakly.

"I locked the door from the inside, teacher," Tony said, running hot hand up her silken leg. "You're really a foxy lady!" he rasped. "You're gonna like gettin' it on with Tony!"

"I… I'm not sure… I'm not sure that it's right."

"Who gives a fuck?" Tony said. "Nobody's gonna find out! You like dicks?"

"Do I what?" she gasped.

"You like dicks? Big dicks?" the kid asked, his hand working closer and closer to her warm little cunt.

"I, I don't know what you mean…" she mumbled, her head swimming with excitement and confusion.

"You don't know, what I mean! Hell then! I guess I'll have to show ya." He stood up tall beside her. "I mean do you like dicks! Dicks!" he said, reaching down and rubbing the huge bulge that ran downthe leg of his tight pants.

Carrie stared wide-eyed at his cock-bulge. She knew that the boy was as horny as hell, and she knew that he would let nothing stand in the way of getting his satisfaction. He wanted her, and he was going to have her.

Carrie's mind flashed momentarily with images of the hired hand back on the farm standing before her much the way Tony did now. He had made her stare at his cock too, only this time she knew what to expect, and she knew what a good hard cock could do for her. She knew too that she could always scream for help if Tony hurt her and someone in the school would come running to her rescue.

The horny teacher felt herself reaching out and rubbing the bulge of Tony's cock as if her hand had been drawn there by some mysterious force. She felt the swollen thing jerking in his pants, throbbing with bold masculine power. She had to see what was kicking in his pants like a stallion. She had to touch it with her silken fingers. She had to rub it up and down and make his balls ache with excitement. She would show the boy and herself that she could conquer her fear of sex.