Mess With Mrs. Fletcher

You enjoy the sight of Ms. Desra licking your cum off the ground when you hear grumbling beside you. Mrs. Fletcher stood by her desk with crossed arms and a sour expression.

While chuckling, you begin to wonder what else you could do to anger your nasty teacher. You head back to your desk, leaving Ms. Desra to her task. Then you examen the rulebook once more for a place to make a fun amendment.

New Rule: The school's most attractive female teacher is Michael's personal sexual education teacher. He is allowed to inspect and use her body for sexual purposes at any time and in any way he wants for the entire school year, both during and outside of school hours, in order to learn about sex and the female body. Because of this, the two of them are exempt from all rules and laws related to sexual acts between teachers and high school students for the duration of the school year. Due to the serious and sometimes delicate nature of sex, Michael, at his sole discretion and without restriction, is allowed to determine what activities are appropriate or inappropriate for his personal sexual education teacher to engage in as part of her occupation, even if those activities don't explicitly involve sex.

An idea pops into your head after reading the second sentence. You flip the page and rewrite the rule with no changes, only additions.

New Rule: The school's most attractive female teacher is Michael's personal sexual education teacher. He is allowed to inspect and use her body for sexual purposes at any time and in any way he wants for the entire school year, both during and outside of school hours, in order to learn about sex and the female body. When it pertains to sexual education lessons outside of school grounds, Michael is allowed to choose any location he deems fit for learning. If a lesson should occur on private property, the owner(s) of said property must do everything in their power to accommodate Michael in his pursuit of sexual education. Because of this, the two of them are exempt from all rules and laws related to sexual acts between teachers and high school students for the duration of the school year. Due to the serious and sometimes delicate nature of sex, Michael, at his sole discretion and without restriction, is allowed to determine what activities are appropriate or inappropriate for his personal sexual education teacher to engage in as part of her occupation, even if those activities don't explicitly involve sex.

With that, you close the book and see that Ms. Desra has finished her task and is now patiently awaiting your next instruction.

"Ms. Desra, hop back on my lap. I want to fondle you to further my understanding of how a woman feels."

She grabs your knee for support as she hoists herself. Then she turns away from you and lowers herself onto your lap. Your cock is still drained from the pervious events but you still enjoy the feeling of her plump bottom resting against it.

"Make sure you get a good feel to learn as much as you can." Ms. Desra instructs as she settles into her new position.

You reach around to cup her large breasts from behind, raising them up and releasing them to drop back down. Then you move your hands over the the top, nipples covered by the palms of your hands, and begin to rub up and down her chest.

You lean your head to see around Ms. Desra's brown hair and find that she is still in the same position. The only difference is that one of her eyebrows are cocked up, sending a non verbal message to ask if you are finished. You shoot back a smug grin in attempt to signal back that you are not even close to done. It is unclear if she understood but it doesn't really matter to you. One of your hands shoots into the air while the other remains firmly planted on Ms. Desra.

"Mrs. Fletcher?" You call out in an innocent voice.

"Yes Michael?" She responds. Her voice is calmer than before but contains a sense of caution.

You raise your voice to ensure that you're heard

"I have decided on a location for an off-campus sexual education lesson."

Everyone's gaze is on you because no teaching is currently taking place. Well, no teaching except your sexual education. The girls are rolling their eyes at your declaration of getting laid. The boys look on with envy while resisting the urge to rub their cocks through their pants. Mrs. Fletcher is obviously less than amused by whatever it is you are planing.

"Ok? That is good for you, Michael. Now class we do not have much time left. Let's wrap up by going over what we covered." She dismissed your comment and began to turn to the board.

You cut in one more time before she can fully turn around.

"I just figured you should know that it will be taking place after school... in your home."

Mrs. Fletcher freezes in place while everyone's eyes almost pop out of their heads. A mixture of gasps and chuckles wash over the room. When they die down, Mrs. Fletcher turns back to face you.

"Well, um... perhaps we should talk about this after class." Stammering through her sentence, she retreats behind her desk.

Then the disheveled teacher pretends to sort through papers on her desk as a ploy to allow time to think. The room is silent except for the soft moans of Ms. Desra caused by you pulling on her nipples.

It is clear that she has no idea how to handle this information. On one hand she is disgusted by the idea of hosting your perverted fun. Mrs. Fletcher is even more insulted that she, your superior, would be subjected to a student ordering her around as it would be her duty to make you comfortable. On the other hand, she knows that she cannot refuse you. The rules cannot be broken. You told her that her home will be reduced to your fuck shack in front of her entire class and her only response was to hide behind her desk.

The bell rings and everyone slowly gets out of their seats and shuffles into the hall. The boys try to take a final glimpse at the naked Ms. Desra before heading to their next class. When the room is empty, you approach the fearful Fletcher with your sex ed teacher following close behind you.

Mrs. Fletcher looks up at you from her desk.

"Michael, I understand that you may conduct your sexual education lessons where you please. But are you absolutely SURE my home would be the most suitable location."

You revel in the sight of her on the brink of begging.

"I'm positive Mrs. Fletcher. Ms. Desra and I will arrive at your house at around 10 o'clock-ish tonight. That should give you plenty of time to get things in order."

Mrs. Fletcher's face twists into visible confusion. Her eyes dart back and forth between you and her naked, cum filled colleague. "In order?" She asks, genuinely unaware of what you're referring to.

Happy to clear things up you say "Well I plan for tonight's lesson to be VERY extensive."

In the middle of your sentence your right hand reaches behind you while maintaining eye contact with Mrs. Fletcher. Your fingers feel around to find Ms. Desra's right nipple. You pinch down when they find their target. She lets out a soft grunt as you start to tug. You continue to pull and role her nipple between your fingers while simultaneously conversing with Mrs. Fletcher.

"And since we are going to cover a lot of 'curriculum', you'll need to make sure that proper materials are available to conduct the lesson." You say thinking she will pick up on what you're insinuating.

The confused expression doesn't fade "I see. But I'm still not sure what materials you are referring to. Do you want me to check out certain books from the library?"

You are surprised that she hasn't put it together yet. What other materials could be used while having sex other than sex toys? You suppose her ridiculous question about books stems from the rulebooks use of 'education' in its wording. Deciding its time to stop playing around, you cut to the chase.

"That won't be necessary. What we need are sex toys and lots of them. I'll send you an exact list of items to pick up after school. I understand that Ms. Desra has your phone number?"

Mrs. Fletcher purses her lips together and nods without speaking. Her eyes shift when she hears the naked woman standing behind you speak.

"I'll make sure you get the list Judy." She said softly while looking towards the ground.

It seems that Ms. Desra feels some sympathy for Mrs. Fletcher. She is Michael's sexual education teacher so partaking in his perverted escapades is unavoidable. However Mrs. Fletcher is just a bystander who now has to welcome that perversion into her home.

Mrs. Fletcher picks up on this and responds with a quick "Thank you Sofia."

Hearing the normally callous woman use her first name, Ms. Desra looked up and give a feint smile. "I'm sure we won't make too mu-AAHH"

Her sentence is cut off when she suddenly breaks into a loud moan. Growing bored with their little moment of camaraderie, you pulled on Ms. Desra's nipple harder than ever before. You take this opportunity to regain control of the conversation.

"Excellent! You can also send Ms. Desra your address that way. Also, the list will consist of more than just sex toys. With the amount of work ahead of us we will most likely be staying the night."

Mrs. Fletcher eyes bulge as she her head cocks forward. "As in sleep in my house?" she asked followed by frantically looking to Ms. Desra. "How much are you teaching this boy!?"

It is clear that your sex ed teacher has completely lost her train of thought to your nipple play. Her eyes are shut as her face winces in mixes of pleasure and pain. Both of her fists are clinched tight while she breaths through her teeth. Doubting that she even heard the question you decide to answer for her.

"Enough to carry the lesson into the morning. Any time we fall asleep should be considered as a 'study break', not the end of our lesson. Now as I was saying, you will be providing us with food in addition to the sex toys. If you don't know how to cook what I will need then you can use store-bought but I prefer home-made."

Mrs. Fletcher just sat there and gritted her teeth as you made your demands. Suddenly you realize that it's already 15 minutes into the next period. The room must have nothing scheduled since nobody has yet to enter. Of course this was well worth being scolded by your next teacher for being late. However you feel like flaunting Ms. Desra to a new set of students.

"Fine." Is all Mrs. Fletcher grunts in response to your catering request.

You return her furious look with a smile and a cheerful "Sounds great. Well be in touch."

Then you being to walk towards the door, pulling Ms. Desra by the nipple you never let go of. Not realizing you started to move, her nipple stretches as you gain distance. She yelps before quickly shuffling her bare feet to catch up.

When your hand reaches the door knob you pause. Looking back at Mrs. Fletcher you say "Oh yea. Make sure your husband's home. We could use all the help we can get."

Her gasp is a clear sign that she hasn't even thought of her husband. You enjoy her panic for a brief moment before taking Ms. Desra to your next class.