Michael Scott - Sex teacher

"Shit, yes! You were fantastic!" Jeff blurted out, still gasping for breath himself.

She was sated – for the moment! Once again she felt reassured – womanly, completely feminine: orgasmic and sexual.

Jeff had fucked Angela to orgasm like a rutting young bull. But, with a deep sigh, the trembling college teacher realized that her satisfaction couldn't last. She could already feel the tremors of passion ebbing away deep within her cunt.

Shocked, she also realized exactly what she'd just done, and that she was actually in her own office on campus, with a minor, not safe and secretive at home… she had just seduced, sucked, and fucked her second teenaged boy in less than twenty-four hours – in less than twelve hours, now that she thought about it! She wasn't just sensual, like normal women… she was driven by some irresistible compulsion!

"You'd better get dressed now," she told Jeff with an anxious tremolo in her voice. "And I want to talk to you before you leave."

She took her skirt and panties, left the office, and slipped into the ladies' room, which happened to be right down the hall. Still shaking uncontrollably, she closed her eyes for a moment and, reliving the lewd experience in every detail, scooped up the boy's warm come that she could feel dripping slowly down the insides of her thighs. She brought her sticky fingertips to her lips and licked the salty seminal fluids from them, groaning, with depraved eagerness and relish.

Then, calmly, she got dressed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. In less than two minutes, she had made the transformation from stunning, wild-eyed nympho back into cool, chaste teacher. She pinned up her hair rapidly and put her glasses back on.

"You really need to get a grip on yourself, Angela Sutherland," she lectured herself in the mirror, "or you're going to wind up in big trouble, you horny bitch!"

Back in her office, Jeff was dressed, looking excited and sheepish at the same time. He already had another hard-on straining at the crotch of his jeans.

Angela licked her lips at the sight of that genital lump, but successfully fought the temptation. Derek, after all, would be at home, waiting for her eagerly.

"Now, you listen to me, young man," she told Jeff in a firm voice. "If you ever so much as mention a word of this to anyone, I'm ruined in this town… you understand that, don't you, Jeff?"

"Hell, of course I do, Ms. Sutherland!" he exclaimed. "You don't have to worry about that. Really, you can trust me to keep my mouth shut! I'll never tell anybody, I swear to God!"

Huh, famous last words! Angela thought cynically to herself.

"Can I see you tomorrow night, too?" Jeff asked her eagerly.

"Well… only if you bring that hot-twatted young girlfriend of yours along and share her with me!" Angela had been about to blurt out lustfully. Now that would really be dangerous! "We'll see," she hedged. "You run along now, Jeff. And not a word, please, not a single word – not even to your best friends."

She locked the office door again behind him and then returned to her desk to light a cigarette and think for a few minutes before heading home herself – basking, despite her renewed anxieties, in the now-familiar glow of temporary contentment spreading outward from her tingling vagina.

But along with the soothing warmth, threatening to cut through it like a knife, came the cold stabs of fear… she simply couldn't go on like this indefinitely, she knew – a lust-crazed nymphomaniac who had to have sex on the spot whenever she saw an attractive male, fucking away with him mindlessly, fast and fierce.

But the long years of self-denial had left her libido explosively volatile and unpredictable, with an overpowering urge to make up for the lost time… all she had to do, she assured herself, was avoid the insane risks like tonight – play it safe by confining herself to Derek and milking every molten drop of come from his quivering young cock night after night!

Yes, from now on, she'd do just that and only that, Angela swore to herself. There would be no more lurid fantasies to get her overly excited and reckless; no more wild, urgent lapses in her office at night; no more furtive, shamefully exciting blow jobs and torrid screwing sessions with handsome, hung young studs in the classroom building after hours… she would definitely get a grip on this insane passion of hers, and at once.

But… she couldn't help it: just once, she'd like to have sex with a lovely young girl, a ripening female body with athletic limbs, budding tits, and a pert, cheeky ass. Just once, to satisfy her burning curiosity about lesbian lovemaking. And then, maybe, just one threesome or orgy, with cocks and cunts all grinding away hotly together at once…!

With a sigh, Angela locked up her office, left the now-deserted building, and went out to her car – her ripe, heated flesh feeling like so much plastic explosive packed away in a time bomb, ticking away along with her rapid pulse, waiting for the inevitable detonation… and it would come with shattering suddenness, much sooner than Angela expected.

Oh, God, what luck! Angela thought, fighting to contain her excitement, as she sat in her living room across from the young blonde girl. It's like manna falling from heaven – and what a honey!

The luscious teenager, who'd rung Angela's doorbell to inquire about the room she had for rent, tried her best to seem nonchalant as she smoked, but it was obvious to Angela that she'd just started, because she held the burning cigarette so awkwardly and only puffed at it.

After years of observing girls in the town and on campus, Angela quickly concluded that Cathy was sexually inexperienced, possibly even a virgin, but that she had definite lesbian tendencies. Cathy had a boyishly short haircut and a slim, athletic body; she wore no makeup, and, in her jeans and denim workshirt, she might have been mistaken from a distance for a boy. No more than eighteen, she was a lovely girl-child, just beginning to bud, already overflowing with sensuality although she didn't know it herself yet.

And from the girl's nervous, averted blue eyes and occasional stammer or look of anxiety as they talked, Angela knew that she had to be running away from something – perhaps from herself, from her own hidden sexual desires.

The teacher, however, took care to keep an expression of polite interest on her face as she listened to Cathy run on about herself – all the while trying to picture her tanned body nude and aroused. Her young cunt would probably be sheer, juicy ecstasy to touch and lick and tongue, Angela thought wickedly. Could the girl be made?

"It's just so noisy in the dormitory," Cathy faltered, puffing on her cigarette, when Angela casually asked her why she no longer wanted to live on campus. "Such a party atmosphere… all those silly girls ever seem to think about is boys. I could never get any school work done there. I thought I'd check out some of the rooms in town that were advertised in the paper… and, well, here I am, Ms. Sutherland. So – you said the rent is seventy-five a month?"

"Oh, that was a misprint, darling," Angela said with a suggestive smile. "The rent is really only fifty dollars a month. It's a rather small room. Come on, I'll show it to you."

She was so turned on by the sexy little coed that she would gladly have let her have the room for nothing, if she thought she had any chance of getting into her pants! But Angela knew she had to move very cautiously at first, so as not to scare Cathy away by being dykey and overeager.

She led the girl upstairs, watching her plump breasts and softly rounded behind move as Cathy walked, her eyes smoldering with desire.