Heather Gets Penetrated

“An A it is.” Mr. Doe crawls out of their pants. “Take your clothes off and leave them by the door.”

Heather removes the Texas-flag T-Shirt over her shoulders, revealing A cup breasts and a small cream bra supporting them.

“All the girls tease me about them.” She cups her tits. “Says I’m not a real woman if I don’t have ‘em bigger. I thought about implants, but it’s either that or college.”

“Don’t worry about them.” Doe’s eyes linger over her assets. “They’re just jealous because you’re smarter than them.”

Heather glances toward her sneakers.

“No one’s ever…said that to me before.” She sighs. “Not even my friends.”

“Well consider me the first one.”

Heather unbuttons her jeans, pushing them down to reveal a pair of panties emblazoned with the words “SOUTHERN BY THE GRACE OF GOD”.

“Mama bought them for my birthday.” She mutters. “Said I ought to start dressin’ like a real woman. I think it makes me look like a whore. Everybody knows she just wants me to hurry up and make babies.”

Her teacher clasps her hand and guides her behind his desk.

“Take your panties off.”

“What’d you say?”

“Take your panties off and bend over.” His voice is clipped and professional.

Heather glances over her shoulder.

“Is this going to hurt?”

“A little bit.” Doe bites his lip. “Think of it as getting pricked by a needle in the doctor’s office.”

“Yeah, a prick up mah ass.”

The blonde slides out of her underwear and waits as a blast of cold air hits her skin. She grunts as Mr. Doe glides his cock over her butt, pressing against her bunghole as he tries to get a feel for her posterior anatomy.

“It hurts.” She whimpers.

“I haven’t even slid it in yet.”

“But it feels so…large. “

“I take it this is your first time doing this, right?”

Heather nods.

“Stay right there.” Doe grabs his coat and heads toward the door. “You might want to spread your legs while you’re at it. Makes it easier.”

The student waits while her instructor is off somewhere else, doing Heaven knows what. The blast of cold air hardens her nipples. A low moan escapes her lips at she ponders when exactly her teacher would be back. Could be several minutes, or could be an eternity.

“I’m back.” He parades through the door, gripping a round plastic jar in his hand.

“What’s that?” She nods toward the object.

“Crisco. I got it from Home Ec. It’s a little crude but hey, whatever works.”

He opens the jar and scoops out a finger full of the stuff, rubbing it around the perimeter Heather’s backdoor and inside her ass. Her eyes widen at the sensation of his fingers rubbing one of her most private areas takes. Even before he ever penetrates her in earnest, the thought of him teasing her this way makes her both confused and curious to know what comes next.

“Scared?” Doe whispers in her ear.

“I don’t know what to feel, to tell yer the truth.”

“Well, strap in your seat belt. This is going to be a wild ride.”

He slides his cock in slowly, careful not to cause any unnecessary pain. Heather grunts.

“It’s so…thiiiiick.”

“Well that’s a penis for you.”

He slides it in and out in a steady, rhythmic fashion. The Goldilocks approach. Not too fast, not too slow. Just right. His charge’s grunts become more frequent, morphing into a series of low groans. He stops momentarily, stroking her back and shoulders.

“Something wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“Please don’t stop.” She whimpers. “Pleaaase?”

“Okay then. Your wish is my command.”

He speeds up his tempo slightly, thrusting in and out at a faster rate in tune to Heather’s pleas for him to go harder. The synchronicity between the two reminds John of an orchestra, or a well rehearsed rock band. The pounding grows more intense.

Heather gradually becomes aware of another sensation. The slickness between her legs trickles down her thigh. She itches to take care of her problem, but the thing about being bent over a desk is her arms are the only support she has. Her knees buckle under her waves of pleasure, forcing Heather to steady herself even more.

Doe has his own issues to consider as well. The pressure in his tip growing with each minute, he knows it’s only a matter of time before something has to give. With the expertise of a practiced lover, he holds it in, willing himself not to come for at least the next several minutes.

The Texan feels the heat of his labored breaths on her neck. She breathes in, leaning against the table in preparation for her teacher’s liquid gush. A part of her wishes the session would never end. The practical side of her knows otherwise.

“I’m going to come.” Her teacher grunts.

As if on cue, what feels like a litre’s worth of sperm floods her ass. He spews some more as he pulls out, cover her back and messing up her hair.

“That was beautiful.” Heather sighs.

As he cleans himself off with a nearby rag on blackboard, he catches sight of splotches of her goo on the carpet, trailing them with his eyes all the way to her glistening sex.

“Looks like you had more fun than I imagined.”

“What?”

“Your girl come.” He points at the carpet. “It’s all over the floor.”

“Crap! How am I going to explain this to Ma and Pa? They’ll crucify me!”

Mr. Doe grins.

“I got an idea.”