"Mixing" at the mixing desk.

With every moment of my rather inexperienced sexual past leading me to this point, I suddenly found myself nervous and unsure what to do next. It seemed so unnatural to just drop my trousers and get naked in front of one of my teachers, even if she was as hot and sexy as Ms. Holmes. I hesitated, not knowing what exactly to do.

I was lucky, that Joan knew. “Take these down,” she told me as she reached out a hand and rubbed the bulge in the front of my pants. I grunted as she made contact with my stiff cock.

I did as she asked as Joan began to gather up the long flowing sides of her dress. She hitched them up by her sides, keeping them in place as she lifted her feet up off the floor. I could see the triangle-shaped patch of lace that was Ms. Holmes g-string revealed. She ran her nailed fingers under the edge on one side and then pulled the whole thing across. I breathed in as Joan’s bald pussy was exposed. Her skin was pale, just like the rest of her, except around her inflamed privates, which blushed pink and aroused.

“Wow!” I breathed in awe.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Joan said, looking down at my upturned cock. “Now come here.”

I stepped in close to her, pants around my ankles, as Joan used her legs to wrap around the back of me and keep me in place. I moaned as I felt the heat come from her pussy as we nestled together. My heavy balls resting just against her ass as my cock sat along her slit, the underside of my shaft becoming greased with her moisture. I bucked my hips in response and pressed up against her even harder.

“Not without this,” Joan breathed, and I could hear her voice turning husky.

She reached out on the desk beside her and opened the tin of condoms. I ran my hands along the smooth skin of her hips as she tore it open and slipped the ring around my head. I moaned as the sheath was rolled into place, my heart rate quickening as the moment got closer.

“I want all of you inside me, Trouble Maker,” Joan purred as she pushed me back and lowered the tip of my cock into place.

I couldn’t help but cry out as I surged forward and buried myself inside Ms. Holmes. Her hot, wet pussy devoured me, and I was balls deep inside my teacher on the very first stroke. Joan moaned so loudly that I was beyond thankful she’d picked this soundproof room to meet. I wasn’t in charge of my movements for the first minute as hips took on a life of their own and I began thrusting recklessly inside Joan. Her pussy lips clung to my shaft as I pulled back out each time. She felt so unbelievably hot as her grippy box took all I had to give. Her moans of “yes!” and “ooh”s and “ahh”s told me she was enjoying it as much as I was.

The wetness was a surprising thing. I hadn’t expected Joan to leak so much moisture that my balls were quickly coated and our movements became wet slaps. As I gained some measure of control of my own actions, I noticed that Joan’s wonderful big full tits shook with each one of my strokes, and I started to slam harder to see how much I could make them bounce.

Joan let out a short barked laugh when she caught on to what I was doing. She pulled at a zip on the side of her dress, and the front fell open. She had on an impressive piece of fashion engineering underneath. A satin-lined, black strapless bra that was holding everything into place. She saved me from fumbling around and reached behind herself to unhook the bra and dropped it onto the floor next to us.

“Fuck yes!” I shouted as I was able to rock her body into mesmeric motions, cock becoming a blur of motion as it plunged between Joan’s sweet lips over and over.

Joan was having difficulty staying upright on the mixing desk as I underhooked her legs and lifted them up even higher. Her dress was bunching up underneath her, and she was starting to slide around on top of it.

“Wait. Wait!” Joan told me as she lost grip on one of her hands and fell backwards onto her elbow.

“Are you ok?” I asked as I stopped what I was doing.

“Yes. That was just… very enthusiastic. I need to get out of this thing,” she said as we parted with a slick pop.

Joan stood up and stepped out of her ball dress as I took the chance to kick off my shoes and rid myself of the pants around my ankles. The media teacher then slid her g-string off and remained in just her strappy black high-heels. I was in just my shirt and socks as she turned around and bent forwards over the desk, her tight, shapely rear sticking out for me invitingly.

“This is better,” Joan said confidently as I came up behind her and prepared to fuck her from behind.

As I grabbed her hips and slid my covered cock between her cheeks, Joan lifted her tailbone and pushed back onto me. I thought I was going to be fucking her, but it was really Ms. Holmes that fucked me. Slamming her cunt back against me, Joan put just as much effort into the sex as I did. She seemed to like the added autonomy as she got louder and wilder in a hurry. Face down, arse up, Joan came like a banshee as I grabbed her tits under her. Her pussy became unbelievably tight and throbbed all around my shaft. My eyes watered as my prick was gripped for dear life. My vision swam, and I had to press down on the back of Joan’s spine and head as my thrust became short and sharp. A deep, boiling eruption was building inside me as my sack contracted tight, and then I started to explode. Crying out, I joined Joan in orgasm as my cock throbbed with energy, spewing forth my seed as Joan pulsed tight around me. I felt the warm, wet mess between us as we came together, fluid catching and trickling down the inside of our thighs as we came as one. If I didn’t have Joan to hold onto, I’m sure I would have fallen weak at the knees from the intensity of my orgasm. With the sheer force of Joan’s pussy working me, I don’t know how she was able to remain upright.

When my cock pulsed for the final time, I staggered backwards and collapsed into a leather mixing chair. The material immediately sticking to my skin. Without me, Joan fell onto her knees and hip as she shivered across her entire body as she recovered on the floor.

“I’ve never cum like that before,” Joan admitted. Her speech was just as shaky as her trembling body still.

“I’d never even done that before,” I said as I looked down at the balloon of cum still attached to me.

“Dear God, Trouble Maker is the right name for you if you can make my body do that each time. I… I don’t know what I’m going to fucking do…”

Joan turned to look at me, and there was bewilderment in her eyes. I knew she wasn’t faking it for my benefit; it was something she’d truly never experienced in her life. Seeing I had the condom still on, she quickly crawled herself towards me, and then on her knees still, she pulled it off and then started sucking my shaft, her head in my lap, mouth bobbing and cleaning with her tongue until not a single sperm would have remained. Joan’s mouth too full to be able to talk right now.