Michael Scott - Sex teacher

In the hallway outside her office, she found one of her students lounging against the wall, obviously waiting for her. His name was Jeff; he was about twenty, a football player who'd come to her for such conferences once or twice before, asking her questions about the assigned reading material, or seeking her advice on term papers and the like.

He had a ruggedly handsome face, and tonight, as he slouched against the wall, Angela couldn't help noticing the massive bulge jutting out from the crotch of his tight faded jeans. Jeff wasn't terribly bright, she knew, but was a nice kid – and, judging from the lump in his pants, his cock would be immense once it was fully hard!

And what else mattered? Angela's lewd imagination leered at her as Jeff greeted her with clumsy macho shyness.

But… could a boy that age, one of her own students, be trusted to keep his mouth shut, if she let him fuck her? Angela had no way of knowing for sure. But the moment she laid eyes on the young jock, she realized that she was so hot to trot that she no longer gave a damn whether the stud could be trusted or not! She was so desperate for sex she believed she could screw a dog if one wandered in off the street!

"Oh, hi, Ms. Sutherland… do you have a minute?"

With his blond good looks and fine body, the football star undoubtedly had plenty of girls chasing after him, all but begging him to screw them, Angela thought… but tonight she would teach him the difference between a girl – and a woman!

"Of course I do, Jeff," she purred. "I always have time for a good student like you."

The shapely brunette felt her knees wobbling as she went over to unlock her office door. All she had to do if she wanted to play it safe would be to confine her erotic activities to Derek, in her own house. His hot, ever-ready young stud cock should be enough to satisfy the most passionate, abandoned woman's lusts.

But, after so many years of self-imposed frustration, Angela wasn't just passionate – she was ravenous, rapidly approaching the point of virtual insatiability. The risk was half the thrill, a kind of perverse challenge that drove her on to further excesses with a relentless, lustful power that obliterated her own will.

"Come inside, Jeff," she invited him in a gasp.

He followed her into her office, and she turned on her desk lamp. Nervously, Angela seated herself on the sofa instead of behind the desk, and lit a cigarette. Glancing at the student's massive crotch, she knew there was nothing that would stop her from enjoying his body now, no matter what the risk.

"Sit down here," she instructed him huskily, patting the cushions beside her. "I want to have a little talk with you, Jeff."

Puzzled by her behavior, the twenty-year-old stud eased himself down onto the cushions. He hoped she wasn't going to tell him that he was flunking her course! So far, the thought of sex was farthest from his mind – not with his aloof, respectable, prudish teacher!

Angela spoke as she took off her glasses and uncoiled her hair from its tight chignon: "I know that you've been worried about your grades, Jeff. But don't be. You'll pass my course, if you keep on working as hard as you have been for me up to now. You may even end up making out better than you imagine. But right now there's something more important than all that, that I want to discuss with you…"

Jeff felt a sharp prickle in his long, thick cock. She looked startlingly different now, with her glasses gone and her hair down – strikingly beautiful, and very sexy. Her eyes were large and luminous, burning into him with a strange intensity, transmitting an unmistakable if shockingly unexpected message. Jesus Christ – Ms. Sutherland had the hots for him!

"Intelligence isn't everything, Jeff," Angela whispered, putting a hand on his upper thigh and rubbing her fingertips slowly toward the swell made by his prick. "Being a man is even more important… we both know a lot of arrogant twerps with brains on this campus, but they're not all real men, are they? Not where it counts, anyway… I think you're a man already, though, Jeff. And I want you to prove it to me!"

The football player gulped nervously. "P-Prove it to you?" Ordinarily, he went about seducing a girl by simply taking her to a drive-in movie or to the woods outside of town, necking with her and then trying to get into her pants – and, if he was successful, just shoving it into her and balling away.

But this was no dumb chick; this was a lady – a tall, long-legged, sophisticated woman who made the giggling football-team groupies on campus look asinine by comparison. And she wanted him to prove he was a man?

"Yes, prove it to me," she repeated in a sultry voice, as though she'd read his thoughts. She leaned closer and rubbed her hand boldly over his crotch, making his massive young cock leap instantly in response to the pressure.

"Pull down your pants," Angela whispered lewdly, her face suddenly contorted with demanding lust. "Show me your big cock and I'll give you the best blow job you'll ever have in your life, Jeff!"

Jeff's mouth fell open in shock. Angela had already deftly unzipped his fly and was groping eagerly for his rod. Angela pulled it out into the open with a low hissing exhalation of pleasure and anticipation, and Jeff watched her in amazement as she wet her lips with lewd excitement and jerked his meat gently in her warm, grasping fist.

"Oh, God, it's a real beauty, Jeff!" she exclaimed. "You are a man, aren't you, darling? Be honest with me – when was the last time you got laid?"

If he hadn't been so startled by the whole situation, Jeff might well have shot off in her hand that very moment from sheer nervous excitement. Angela continued to play wantonly with his prick while she rolled up her skirt with her other hand and began to push her panties down to her knees. His eyes immediately went down to her creamy thighs and the pink, glistening slit of her exposed cunt, and he swallowed hard.

"I said," Angela feverishly murmured, "when was the last time you had sex? And who with? Who did you fuck? When? How? Tell me!"

The fiercely aroused woman unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down as she waited for him to reply. Angela had yearned to have sex in exactly this hasty, furtive way – a real "zipless fuck" – many times in her vivid imagination.

She was half-stripped, naked from the waist down, and already felt deliciously depraved and guilty, as if she were fucking some stranger on the spur of the moment, not a boy she knew, if indeed only casually. It was a lascivious scenario that aroused her incredibly, one that she simply had to follow through with now that she'd begun it.

She wanted all the details from her humpy young victim – the lurid highlights of his last sexual episode, as though she could make up for her years of sexual starvation by listening to this stud's lustful exploits with horny young girls.

"Last week," Jeff finally got out. "Last Tuesday night!"

"You fucked a girl then?" Angela demanded crudely.

"Yeah… I guess I fucked her good!"

"What was she like?" Angela urged wildly, dropping to her knees between Jeff's thighs. She had both her hands around his turgid penis, and her eyes fixed smolderingly on the single milky drop of semen oozing out the slit in his crimson cockhead… she watched the drop swell bigger and bigger, holding her breath in an agony of erotic suspense.

"She was okay, I guess," Jeff gasped, sounding infinitely more casual about it than he felt. He'd never been to a whorehouse, but he was sure that it couldn't possibly be any better than this!

Jesus, his cool, elegant teacher was acting like the hottest piece of slut ass he'd ever fantasized about while masturbating! Once she let her hair – and her panties! – down, she was dynamite! She was making soft, cooing sounds as she tenderly stroked his prick in her hands. Her wet, sensuous mouth, breathing hard, edged closer to the knob of his cock.