Making the Grade

“Pardon me, Mr. Smith”, your re-packaged eye-candy of a teacher clears her throat, interrupting your musings. “If you and Ms. Lorenzo have concluded your private discussion, I’d like to return to my lesson, mmkay?”

You pivot smoothly on the polished plastic desk seat to face the stern glare of an irritated Ms. Stevens; arms folded tightly beneath way-too-tight blouse and cherry red heeled foot tapping impatiently. While you certainly appreciate the lovely visage of your upgraded English professor, you can’t help but feel a sense of loss from the interruption of the private viewing of Allie’s slightly damp panty covered mons.

“May I continue?” Ms. Stevens asks with just a pinch of sardonic undertone accentuated with cocked sculpted eyebrow. Several scatters of sniggers and eye-rolls from the students around you punctuate her comment.

“Sssssss-orry!” Allie squeaks through clenched teeth in a vain attempt to stifle the ebbing effects of your verbally induced orgasm. Unfortunately for her, if the subtle voice inflection evident in her response didn’t reveal her embarrassing condition, surely the pool of love liquid coalescing between spread legs at the center of her desk would.

“Yes, Ms. Stevens....” you respond, the ear splitting grin painted on your lips reflecting your growing confidence in this god-like ability.

The sexy educator nods in approval, again prompting a quick chorus of giggles. “Right, as I was saying....” she slides her fingers the length of her trim torso, further accentuating her lovely tits displayed to perfection within their thin blouse packaging like a shrink wrapped morsel begging for consumption.

“No, as I was saying.....”, you quickly interrupt, earning a now undisguised glare of annoyance from the otherwise pretty instructor. She knots her fists in response to your latest interjection, planting each on shapely hips in a threatening manner before parting red painted lips. No doubt to put you in your place.

You don’t give her the chance.

“Why don’t you shut that fucking mouth twat of yours and turn around so we can all keep staring at that fuckably-fine arse?”

The horror filled gasps and sharp hiss of breath summoned by your classmates match that of your wide-eyed, mouth gaping instructor; but for much different reasons.

“Oh Gawwwwd.....” A slow moan leaks through Ms. Stevens’ slightly parted lips. Deep blue eyes rolling to white as her curvaceous frame sways on four inch heels.

“We all know how much you love flaunting those cum-slick tits and cock-cushioning arse....” You continue, unperturbed by the sharp kick below your chair, whispers of “dude, you’re sooo Fucked” and, “I can’t believe you just said that!” from your audience of peers.

At the front of the room, violent spasms ripple from red painted toes to pearl studded ears, forcing Ms. Stevens’ quivering body back against the wall mounted white board she had been writing notes on moments before.

“.......Like the juiced-up piece of fuck-flesh you know you are.” You conclude while nimbly evading a kick to the shoulder blades from Allie’s elevated feet at your back.

Body slumping to rest against the whiteboard for support, The red faced word-fucked teacher wobbles slightly on unsteady legs before both turn limp, collapsing beneath her own weight. The classroom falls silent, all eyes intently watching the twitching pile of raw hormones that was once your English professor.

“You’re such a perv.....” You hear a sharp hiss from behind, accompanied by seething glares from your female classmates.

You simply shrug your shoulders in response, much more interested in Ms. Stevens’ repeated failed attempts at collecting herself off the classroom floor.

Still floating in a post-orgasmic cloud of tingling nerve ends, your lovely brunette instructor abandons established social etiquette to drag the silky sleeve of painted-on ruby blouse across puffy lips to gather the accumulated drool.

“Very funny, Michael.....” Mrs. Stevens addresses you while attempting to muster her remaining strength. She gracelessly begins raising her taught skirt clad bum to hover awkwardly over a small puddle of her renegade love juices pooling on the floor below.

“But I think we’d all appreciate it if you kept your comments to yourself......” Having raised herself to stand awkwardly on shaky heels, Mrs. Stevens takes a moment to adjust the bunched up white spandex skirt hem gathered at high, glistening thigh. “.......Until after the lesson.” Your just-fucked teacher playfully scolds. She tilts her head downward, lips curling in a pretty pout as she inspects the growing patch of moisture turning the stretchy white skirt fabric covering her puss to transparent; revealing a lovely swath of pink silk panty beneath.

Chest still heaving from gulping breaths, your orgasmicised teacher attempts to regain her professional composure. Mrs. Stevens adjusts her garters to align the seams in back, re-tucks her minuscule blouse beneath elastic skirt waistband, and finally checks to confirm the straining buttons failing at containing her modesty are displaying the appropriate amount of student-stimulating cleavage.

“Now, as ‘I’ was saying.......” Mrs. Stevens graces you with a not-so-subtle seductive wink you’re pretty sure was witnessed by everyone in the classroom currently breathing. She then turns with an exaggerated tush-wiggle to once again continue noting up the whiteboard.

Looking around, you notice there’s no shortage of head shaking and threatening glares aimed in your direction from irritated classmates. Non-plussed, your mind begins to reflect on the normally prim English teacher’s erotic performance while the students around you begrudgingly return to diligent note taking. You study the young woman writing and lecturing at the front of the classroom seemingly unaware of the large damp patch staining skirt front with trailing shimmering strands of fluid plastering white lace garters to inner thigh from your insult induced orgasm.

Your cock stirs restlessly within the confines of your pants as a sudden craving for some fine MILF arse sparks your libido; clearly influenced by the titilating actions of your mature instructor. Your eyes roam lazily about the classroom, idly searching for a new source of amusement when your eyes suddenly rest on the utilitarian clock hanging above the classroom door.

“Hmmm, you muse, eyes studying the seemingly motionless hands flirtingly close to 10 A.M. Suddenly struck with equal part craving and inspiration, you once again pull out the omnipotent notebook, flip the cover, and hastily scribe pencil to supernatural paper.

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“......’What your people wanted or perish in the attempt, in the fiend’s clutches’, is the authors representation of the theme good versus evil”. Trisha responds at your right in that natural condescending tone that taints every word spouting from her perfect lips. The frigid bitch smiles smugly at Mrs. Stevens’ ‘correct’ before adjusting the raised skirt hem displaying powder blue panties between widely spread legs on desk surface.

Your ears perk up as a sharp ‘click’ ‘click’ ‘click’ can be heard through the classroom door from the tiled corridor beyond. The sound grows louder and seemingly more urgent with each passing second to the point at which the intensity interrupts Mrs. Stevens lecturing.

One final echoing ‘CLACK’ from immediately outside the classroom door draws all eyes to the source of the disturbance. You smirk in gleeful anticipation as a soft scratching sound emanates from the solid wood door separating classroom from corridor, accompanied by what you swear was a barely audible whimper. Mrs. Stevens checks her delicate wrist watch in mild annoyance before stripper-sashaying in thigh clinging skirt to open the door.

“You’re five minutes late.....” Mrs. Stevens scolds the haunches figure just out of view through the now open door threshold. The classroom inhabitants are treated to a soft mewling in response. Your teacher’s voice distorts to echo as she steps into the corridor.

“Well, if you want your ‘Morning Treat’, you better move that arse!” You hear, accompanied by a reverberating slap and sharp ‘YIP’ followed quickly by a hunched figure shuffling through the open door on hands and knees.

Your rock-hard cock almost drills a hole through the steel underside of desk at the sight before you plucked straight from your wildest fantasies.

The normally strictly stoic Principal, Mrs. Marcia Connors scuttles to the front of the classroom yipping playfully on red lacquered nails and pointed toed matching towering heels. Mrs. Stevens follows a pace behind the waddling MILF, moving to stand beside the domesticated principal while reaching down to gently pat the elaborate coif piled atop the prostrating blonde’s head.

You close your eyes and mouth a silent ‘Thank You’ to the powers above that fated you with this awesome reality bending notebook before studying the effects of your creative writing on the once proud administrator.

Always the professional, Mrs. Connors shapely legs flowed from beneath a form fitting slightly above the knee pencil skirt of an elegant black pinstripe pattern. The slightly shimmering material hugged her womanly form to display each lovely curve of hip, waist, and thighs to the greatest effect.

Once she had everyone’s undivided attention, the puppy-play proprietress gathered white nylon clad legs below to raise her body to kneeling position; shaking her well-padded tush to ‘wag’ the tail protruding from beneath the clinging skirt fabric in the process. If you concentrated your hearing, you swear there was a constant buzzing circulating from her waggling rear.

Mrs. Connors loosed another couple whimpers followed by several enthusiastic yips, raising each hand to crisp white blouse straining to suppress substantial tit-flesh spilling above the overworked buttons fasted to slightly above concealed navel. Her delicate fingers joined at forefinger and thumbs turned downward in a classic begging pose at her chest, panting perkily with lolling tongue while Mrs. Stevens’ tight skirted arse swayed hypnotically as she rummaged through her desk drawer.

“Here we are!” Mrs. Stevens suddenly declares in what could only be described as puppy talk before sauntering over to the principal. Kneeling before the begging blonde, your English teacher turned trainer carefully ties a pink bow at the panting woman’s neck to fasten a white cotton doggie bib with ‘Chow Time’ stitched on the fabric.

“Aren’t you just adorable!” The brunette beauty gushes, taking a moment to flatten the doggie bib so as to cover the parody black pinstripe tie nestled between the principals’s bountiful bosoms. You notice the glorious tit-flesh straining beneath matching pinstripe bolero style blazer did more to showcase her ripe womanhood rather than conceal well endowed assets.

“Well, Mr. Smith.” Mrs. Stevens asks as all eyes train on you. “Are you ready for her feeding?” She asks, gently patting Marcia’s wagging bum as both women stare longingly at your bulging crotch.