Nick Eastwood - She seduced her teachers

"Wait!" Shelly gasped.

She didn't want the nurse or anybody else to come into the room, but how could she prevent it? Suddenly a wicked idea came to her.

"Don't call yet, Mr. Miller," she said. "I think I hurt myself somewhere else, too. I better, check."

She pulled off her t-shirt and quickly unfastened her bra. She did it so fast, Miller didn't have time to react. His mouth dropped open as the petite blonde teenager shed her bra. He stared helplessly at her luscious round tits.

"Oh, yeah, I think I hurt myself here," Shelly cooed. "Do you see any bruises, Mr. Miller?"

He turned red as a beet.

"Uh, I don't think so, Shelly," he said, "but maybe I'd better take a look."

He came closer and knelt before her, staring at her firm and flawless tits. He was so close, Shelly could feel his breath on her sensitive breasts. She was almost squealing with excitement.

Mr. Miller was just getting redder and redder. When he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse. "I really don't see any bruises," he said.

"Oh, but it hurts," Shelly insisted. "Here, you feel."

She grabbed his hands and set them on her naked tits. She'd never seen anybody blush harder than Mr. Miller did as she pressed his big hands around the hot silky globes. She gave his hands a couple of squeezes, and suddenly her little nipples went rigid with excitement, pressing into his palms. She let go of his hands.

"Just feel," she whimpered.

Very gingerly, Miller felt her tits. He felt them all over. It was such an exciting sensation to Shelly that she creamed right through her shorts. She wanted the handsome teacher to go on and on playing with her sensitive tits.

"How does this feel?" he asked hoarsely.

"Great," Shelly gurgled. "I mean, they're a little sore, but it feels better when you touch them."

Miller swallowed hard. Shelly's ripe young tits were swelling in his hands, growing hot and taut. Her nipples pressed into his palms, pulsating with eagerness. He cupped her tits more firmly, and she gurgled with delight.

"Yeah," she breathed, "that feels a lot better."

Suddenly he snatched his hands away, as if coming to his senses.

"Well, I better have the nurse examine you there, too," he said, moving toward the phone on his desk.

"Wait!" Shelly cried.

She sure as hell wasn't about to have the nurse come and spoil her fun. She was just getting started! She'd loved it when Mr. Miller fondled her tits, and now she wanted him to touch some even more interesting places.

"I think I hurt myself somewhere else, too," she said.

She stood up and unzipped her shorts as fast as she could. Again Miller's mouth fell open. He watched pop-eyed as Shelly dropped her shorts and skinned out of her panties. Now she stood before him stark naked.

His eyes dropped helplessly to her tiny blond bush, a perfect golden triangle of delicate curls. His gaze traveled up and down her luscious teenaged body, and once more he turned red. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Shelly took advantage of his confusion.

"Oh, yes," she gurgled, "I think I must have bruised myself right here."

She parted her thighs a little more and slipped a hand between her legs. She rubbed back and forth over her pussy. She wasn't surprised to find it scorching hot, swollen, and dripping wet. Mr. Miller was blushing very hard now as he watched her caressing her cunt.

"You better take a look, Mr. Miller," she said, almost panting with lust.

"Shelly," be said, "I just noticed something. Your ankle doesn't seem to be bothering you at all."

Shelly gasped. She'd really goofed. But she wasn't about to give up, not when she'd come this far. This gorgeous man was alone with her, she was naked, and she'd never get another chance like this, not at St. Hilda's.

"Right, Mr. Miller," she said, "my ankle isn't bothering me. I just made that up. Here's what's really bothering me."

She spread her thighs even wider and gave him a glimpse of the moist pink flesh between them. She rubbed her swollen hungry slit and shivered with longing. Miller could see the thick pearly juice leaking from her famished virgin cunt.

"Please, Mr. Miller," Shelly cooed, "help me out. I feel like I'm gonna go crazy if I don't make it with a guy."

Miller's eyes were locked on her stroking hand, as if he were hypnotized. But he finally managed to pull himself together.

"Shelly, absolutely not," he said firmly. "I could lose my job, and you could be expelled. Now, you get your clothes on and get out of here, young lady."

Shelly made one last, desperate try.

"Mr. Miller," she said, "if you send me away now, I'll tell everybody what I was naked in your office."

It was blackmail, but she didn't care. She walked over to the blushing teacher, grabbed his hand, and slipped it between her legs. Miller shivered when he felt the sizzling-hot juicy flesh of her cream-soaked pussy.

"Feel how hot I am?" Shelly moaned. "Come on, Mr. Miller. We're alone. Nobody'll know."

The big handsome man seemed to be shivering. Shelly clung to his hand and moved it back and forth over the slippery hot flesh of her gash. Then she happened to glance at the fly of his shorts, and she gasped. There was a great big hard bulge that hadn't been there a second ago.

"Oh, wow!" she cried. "What's that?"

With her free hand she reached for his tented fly, but he stopped her, grabbing her wrist.

"Don't, Shelly," he said hoarsely. "I might not be able to control myself. Now, I'll tell you what. I'll get you off, and that'll calm you down. But you have to promise not to tell."

"Oh, I promise, Mr. Miller!" she cried eagerly.

"Okay," he said, leading her over to a couch. "I shouldn't be doing this. I must be crazy. But maybe you'll come to your senses afterwards."

Shelly hardly listened to him, she was so excited. All she knew was that her handsome teacher was going to make love to her. She hopped onto the touch, lay on her back, and spread her legs wide.

She waited for him to take off his clothes and fuck her, but it didn't happen. She wasn't prepared for what he did next, because it was a way of love-making that she'd never heard of. He got on the couch and lay face down between her legs, his hot breath tickling her pussy.

"This should take care of you, little Miss Hot Pants," he muttered.

Shelly stared at him. What in hell was he doing? This sure wasn't fucking. Instead he slipped his hands under her ass and raised it up off the couch. With his powerful shoulders he maneuvered her legs wide apart, completely opening her hot and steamy pussy to his hungry eyes. Then he stuck out his tongue, and Shelly felt a fantastic rush of pleasure.

"Ooooo, shit, yesss!" she screeched.

It was really kinky. Mr. Miller was licking her pussy. He ran his big hot tongue up and down the cream-soaked flesh, and he lapped up all her tangy juice and gobbled it like it was candy. Shelly had never heard of anything so weird, but she loved the way it felt.

"Oh, shit, that's great!" she gurgled. "Don't stop!"

Mr. Miller didn't say anything. He just went on lashing his greedy hot tongue up and down her slit, licking up every drop of her musky virgin cream. Shelly went limp and totally submissive. Her head lolled back, and she gurgled in ecstasy.

This was a thousand times better than playing with herself. She hadn't dreamed anything could feel this great. She wanted to wail with pleasure, but she wasn't sure the other girls had left the gym yet, and she couldn't risk being heard.

Instead she whimpered and gurgled and moaned as her handsome teacher lashed his tongue all over her supersensitive gash. She started creaming and couldn't stop. As fast as the hot tangy liquid squirted from her box, Miller lapped it up and swallowed it.

"Unnnhhhh, Mr. Miller, honey, I love it!" she moaned, "I just love it! Don't ever stop!"