Ken Preston: Willing teacher

Ann Carter shuffled the sheets of lecture notes together and stuffed them into her sexual hygiene notebook. She stacked her textbooks neatly on the corner of the desk and leaned back in the chair, watching her class copy the homework assignment from the blackboard. She noticed her hands were trembling slightly, and wondered what she should do about Billy Jackson. The boy had a way of staring at her tits that made her nipples stand up embarrassingly stiff.

The bell signaling the end of class sounded. She watched the students filing past her desk. Her stomach did a small flip, seeing how many of the boys had their hands stuffed in their pockets, trying to hide their erections. The color slides of female anatomy had made more than half the boys cross their legs and cover their crotches.

The sight of naked pussy is stimulating, even in a classroom atmosphere, she thought to herself. Tomorrow, when she showed the pictures she had taken of boys with big hard-ons, it would be the girls' turn to get flustered.

A dumpy, tousle-haired teacher stuck her head in Ann's doorway. "Mr. Swift wants to see you in his office, right away," she announced. Her grin seemed to say "now you're in for it". The bitch had been the loudest voice opposing the new experimental sex instruction class that the school board had finally, though reluctantly, decided to try.

Ann wondered why the principal wanted to talk to her. She nervously patted the long braids of golden hair pinned in a neat bun above the smooth ivory column of her neck and settled her full tits in her lacy bra. Her nipples still stood out, hard and brittle feeling.

The Jackson boy had a way of undressing Ann with his eyes that made her pussy itch and her mind wander from her lecturing.

"I was told you wanted to see me, Mr. Swift," she said to the handsome young principal, after his booming "Come in!" had brought her to his inner office.

"Oh, yes, Miss Carter. Please, sit down. How are things going with the new class?"

Ann gave him a quick progress report, crossing her knees and showing him a lot of shapely leg. It was difficult for her to keep her eyes from straying to the bulge in his slacks. In her mind, she was tugging his zipper down and pulling out a thick, sturdy cock. She'd had a bad case of the hots for the wavy-haired principal ever since the first day she'd met him.

He listened attentively, nodding and making a few notes. He paced behind his desk, chewing on the end of his pencil, and finally got around to why he'd asked her in.

"I've been requested by the Board to ask you about the source of the color slides of… of… naked males and females… ah… that you use in your lectures."

"I take them myself, Mr. Swift," she replied quietly. "You know how scarce proper sex instruction material proved to be when we put this course together. It's now fairly complete, material wise. I still need slides of an adult male and female having intercourse."

She took a deep breath, realizing she had just thought of a way to get him to fuck her. "Faces need not be shown, of course. Trouble is, males of my acquaintance have been reluctant to assist me, so far."

He looked at her as though he were seeing her for the first time. His eyes roamed over her trim figure, pausing on her full bust, then dropping to the smoothness of her flat belly. He colored slightly and dropped his hand to his cock. Ann looked him straight in the eye as he walked around his desk and leaned against it, their knees almost touching.

"The impact of the pictures would be even greater if the man were as handsome as you," she said as she smiled up at him.

He grinned like he'd been told a hot virgin student wanted to fuck him.

"Could I persuade you to help me prepare some educational slides for my class?" Ann asked softly. She leaned back and opened her jacket. She knew he could see her nipples swelling under her tight sweater.

"You wouldn't dare show my face…" he said, very seriously. Then he realized she was plainly asking him to fuck her. His face turned crimson.

"I…" His voice stuck in his throat when Ann stood up, her tits touching his chest.

The fragrance of her subtle perfume made his nostrils quiver and his cock begin to grow uncomfortably large in his tight shorts. He could feel himself getting hard as a rock when she leaned against him and stood looking into his eyes, her full red lips slightly parted. Her bind brushed the back of his neck.

"You're so tight and nervous. You shouldn't feel like that. A man needs to relax."

"Ummm… well, this is a busy office."

"Would you let me help you relax?" Her fingers traced over his wide smooth lips.

Ann felt hot as a fox. She had never set out to deliberately seduce a man before. Her fingers brushed over his swollen crotch. She moved closer. Her firm jugs burned into his shirtfront. He suddenly put his arms around her and pulled her closer. His kiss was hot and lingering. She returned it fiercely, feeling her nipples grow into flint-hard points.

Ann shivered. She could feel his heart pounding rapidly. Her hips ground her pussy-mound against the wonderful fullness in his pants.

"My God, what am I doing?" he muttered, pushing her away.

"Being a man. Just being a man," she whispered. Her knees felt so weak she slid down to the floor, pulling him with her. He began kissing her – savagely! His hard dick rubbed deliciously against her damp crotch.

"You're an exciting man! Such a strong, passionate exciting man," she whispered hotly, nipping his ear with her sharp white teeth. Her panties were sopping wet. She ground her snatch against his full, pulsating erection. Her cunt was so hot and itchy, she felt she couldn't wait another second to feel his cock inside her.

His hand slid under her sweater and cupped a full tit. He squeezed her firm mound as if he'd never felt a hot boob in all his life. Ann moaned and reached up to pull her bra cup away from her goose-bumpy flesh. Her stiff nipple burned into his palm.

"Pull my sweater up," she urged him. "Suck on me. Bite me!"

She arched her back. Her soft fingers encircled his neck, pulling his face to her aching tits. He bent his head eagerly. He took a stiff nipple into his mouth and nibbled.

Ann thought she was going to go out of her mind with the sudden flush of erotic pleasure that glowed through her body. She shivered and writhed under the weight of his body as he hungrily licked her creamy skin and sucked her yielding nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, God! You make me so hot. Do whatever you want to with me. Mmmmm. Your mouth feels heavenly," she gasped. Her fingers found his zipper and pulled. Her hand slipped inside his fly and fumbled through the opening of his shorts. He groaned when her hot fist closed around his rigid cock.

"I want to see it! Have to see it! Back away a bit," she panted.

Ann held his throbbing cock tightly in her hand. It was red-hot. It made her feel even hotter. She stared at it.

"You, have such a beautiful cock," she whispered. She leaned down and brushed her tongue lightly against the swollen pink head. She felt him stiffen even more, instantly.

"Jesus!" he groaned, "If anyone comes in here, we'll both be fired!"

Ann would not be stopped. She opened her mouth and sucked his hot cock between her lips. She kept the swollen head just inside her mouth, using her flicking tongue on his tiny slit. She knew he was too far gone to really care about anything except feeling her hot wet mouth sucking him off.

"I want to see you naked, Ann. All the way. Stark naked!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Let me help you, oh, shit! The damn catch on my skirt is stuck."