No, but he's willing to compromise

"Well," John said, rubbing his chin with one hand and the crotch of his pants with the other, "you only really need your hands and mouth to take roll, right? I can leave those alone for now, and amuse myself with your bottom half until the rest of you is free."

Mrs. Hazlem's eyes lit up as she jumped out of her chair.

"John, you're a genius! It's perfect," she leaned across her desk, and if he hadn't just promised to leave her mouth alone John could have kissed her. "With problem solving skills like that, you can do anything you set your mind to. I'll have to come up with a special treat to reward that ingenuity... For now, though, get down there and knock yourself out, big guy."

John clambered half around, half over Mrs. Hazlem's desk and wrapped one arm around her waist before hauling the other back and smacking her ass. The actual slap was muffled by the soft, felted fabric of her skirt, but her cute little yelp of surprise -- and was that arousal? -- got the whole class's attention.

"NOTH-ing to WOR-ry about," she smiled, blushing slightly. Her voice caught a bit with every spank. "Mr. DOE has just de-CID-ed to make USE of his FUCK Pass this morning. TRY not to let it dis-TRACT you. NOW, let's take at-TEND-ance."

As she started running down the roster, John moved on from spanking. He lifted the hem of her loose skirt and slipped his head in there with her lovely, long legs. They were tan and toned, and she jerked a little as he ran his hands over the smooth, taut skin of her calf. Mrs. Hazlem must be ticklish. His fingers danced over the sensitive backs of her knees as he made his way up to her slender but surprisingly muscular thighs. He kissed the tender flesh of her inner thigh, just inches from the crotch of her lacy underwear. He could practically smell her arousal already.

John stood up now, pulling her skirt up with him and laying it across her arched back. Mrs. Hazlem wiggled her ass a little, but he couldn't tell if that was for his benefit or if she was just adjusting to the cold. He grabbed her ass cheeks through what little fabric was left over them and gave her a good squeeze, then spanked her one more time to watch it jiggle.

It was time to get rid of those panties, but simply pulling them down felt too simple. Opening a desk drawer, John found just what he needed; a pair of scissors. A snip to either side, and the last meager barrier fell to the floor between Mrs. Hazlem's feet. He picked them up and tucked them in his back pocket before dropping his pants and boxers.

He took a cheek in each hand again, pulling them apart for a gorgeous view of her tight little asshole. It took every last drop of his willpower not to ram his dick in dry, but the Homeroom Honey was taking this all far too well to treat her like that. Instead, he reached through her legs and toyed with her dripping pussy for a bit to get a nice layer of her fluids on his hand before slathering it up and down his rock hard shaft. Once he was confident that he was fully lubricated, he carefully lined the head up with her sphincter and eased his way in.

It was a tight fit, but Mrs. Hazlem's ass accommodated his dick surprisingly well. She had finished taking attendance by now, and paused her morning announcements for a moment.

"Be careful back there, John," she whimpered a bit, but he thought there might've been a fire in her eyes. "I haven't done that since I was in high school!"

"Really?" John paused his gentle thrusting, his interest piqued. "Mrs. Hazlem, the Homeroom Honey, was a little anal slut in her day?"

"John!" Her cheeks glowed the same bright red as her lipstick, and oddly enough her ass cheeks seemed to blush, too. "First of all, I'm only thirty six. It's far too early to start talking about 'my day.' Second, I was not a slut; I was saving myself for marriage, and one boyfriend convinced me that anal didn't count. He also refused to eat me out, so it was the closest thing to reciprocation I was going to get."

Hearing his teacher talk so candidly about her sex life was almost better than actually dicking her down, so John did his best to keep her talking while he worked himself deeper into her ass.

"This boyfriend sounds like a real stand-up guy," he joked.

"Y-yeah, I know," Mrs. Hazlem laughed sadly as she braced herself against the top of her desk. "I shouldn't have stayed with him as long as I did, but the sex was sooo good. I p-probably shouldn't say this, but you kind of remind me of him. He wasn't as big, though."

John's hips bucked involuntarily at that comment, and next thing he knew he was balls deep in Mrs. Hazlem's ass.

"OHHHhhh..." her shout of pained surprise turned into a howling moan of pleasure. "I, hng, I almost forgot how good it feels to get properly stretched."

"Come on," John grunted, drawing back to the very head of his dick and slamming in again to really get her attention. "Back to the story."

"W-well..." Mrs. Hazlem took a moment to recover and collect her thoughts, "Mmmaybe I just d-didn't know any, uh, any better, but I _loved _anal right away. Even when I had other boyfriends who did want to eat me out, I'd beg them for -- Mmm! -- for this instead. But then I went to college and met my ex-husband."

"Must have been a real idiot, to let all that experience go to waste."

"You have no idea!" She was really getting into it now, rocking back in time with John's thrusts and grinding against his hips when he bottomed out. "That man had no sex drive whatsoever. He said he was saving himself, too, but even after we were married I just got halfhearted missionary on our wedding night. I swear he never even touched me again. It's half the reason I d-d-divorced him. Some guys just don't understand that a woman... A WOMan has... A WOMAN! HAS! NEEEEEEDS!!!"

That last word trailed off and built into a scream as an orgasm shook her entire body. Her weak knees nearly gave out, but the muscles of her ass gripped John's dick tightly enough to hold her up on their own. The scream finally gave way to a ragged, frantic panting as she collapsed across her desk.

"Ho...ly...FUCK!" she gasped quietly, "I don't think I've ever cum that hard."

She gathered enough strength to pull off his steel rod and climb down from the desk, pressing John against the whiteboard and trapping him with a passionate, downright loving kiss. If a single drop of the blood that was supposed to be in his brain weren't currently concentrated in his cock, John might have realized that this was actually his first kiss, and what a kiss it was. The two seemed to lose themselves in each other, as if there was no classroom around them, no clothes between them, and all that existed was their two connected mouths.

Eventually, Mrs. Halzem pulled away. She smiled into John's eyes, and beneath that usual, practiced warmth was something new; a satisfied contentment that filled John with a sort of pride.

"Now," she cooed, caressing the side of her student's face, "you have definitely earned that reward."