Mr. Chambers offers his... help

You follow your teacher into his home toward the living room. It's certainly a mans home in style. You remember your dad mentioning something once about Mr. Chambers being a true bachelor. You weren't entirely sure what he meant by "true" but you understood that he had never married and didn't seem to have a steady girlfriend which struck you as a little odd for a man his age. Still, it was his life, he was free to do as he liked.

"So, you were told all about me..." he said conversationally as he practically flopped comfortably on a couch. He patted an area close to him. "Have a seat. And, might I ask, who told you so much about me?"

Hell, your mind raced for a moment to think of someone you could have conceivably spoken to. A few names from your class sprang to mind while you say down. "Well, I met Krystal White at the mall the other day... and Kelly Davenport?" you hazarded, thinking of two girls that had both done well in his class and might have a reason to speak so highly of him. "And since I mentioned that i'd be going to their high school after the summer they said that I should definitely get to know you."

A sly smirk had found its way onto his face as you mentioned both of their names. "Oh my, you spoke to Miss White AND Miss Davenport... well, I bet they spoke very enthusiastically about me indeed." Something seemed just a little different in his tone of voice. You were suddenly aware of him taking hold of one of your hands with his own. Your heart skipped a beat. "Typically girls only come for help with their grades... but I suppose if you're in truly in need it would be rude of me to decline."

Something wasn't right. Come to him for grades? What was he talking abou- you were snapped from your train of thought by your teacher leaning forward and pushing his lips gently against yours. Oh no, oh no no no! You had completely sent out the wrong message to him. You started to pull back but were dimly aware that you were actually kissing him back! The older man continued to let his lips caress yours as he leaned over you, guiding you back into the couch.

"Mmm... Mr. Chambers, I-" you started to voice as he broke the embrace for a moment.

"Shhhh, call me Mike." he said. Your thighs squeezed together as you felt him drag his fingers over your stomach, pulling your loose fitting shirt up as he did. It didn't take him long at all to lift it up enough to expose your bra-less tits which were quickly run over by his tongue.

"Ann-Annhhhh~" you gasped out as the sensitive nubs were lashed by his wandering tongue and sucked on by his skillful lips. By instinct your hands flew behind his head, your fingers twisting into his hair. You weren't pulling away though, You simply held him there. Your body was already starting to burn with growing arousal and you just couldn't bring yourself to let it stop.

"Mi... Mister Chambers..." you continued to moan out. So this was how the girls in class had done so well. This is what everyone secretly meant when he said he loved to help his students and his bachelor life. Why settle down with one woman when every year you had a new batch of hot barely legal twats to fill. As your upper body writhed you were dimly aware of his free hand taking hold of your shorts and beginning to pull them down.