Try to fuck her now.....

You can't wait. The sight of her sitting beside you and the feel of her round breasts underneath your hands is too much. Although she is staring at you uncertaily you are sure of what you want now. Whie she sits there, still frozen in shock, you are a flurry of movement.

Rising quickly from our seat you reluctantly take your hands off her blouse covered breasts to unzip your fly. No sooner is it down then Mrs. Moffat's wide eyes are drawn to the large bulge that pushes your white underpants through your opened fly.

You step around in front of her as you push down your pants.

Although it seems imposibble her eyes widen even more as she slowly realises what you intend to do.

"John....." your usually frosty teacher stammers as you **** yourself inbetween her legs. She looks up at you her mouth working silently now, her big eyes imploring you to stop.

Her eyes drop from yours and she looks straight ahead to where you have just freed your throbbing cock from your boxers. As you stand between her legs she vainly tries to push them closed but you stay firm. Your rigid dick points at her stomach as you slip your hands up under her skirt, despite her continued attempts to close her thighs. Wasting no time you yank down her panties.

As you bend your knees and lower yourself down to a half squatting position you **** her legs farther apart and she whimpers quietly. Her hands push up weakly against your chest as you lean over her, placing your hands on the desk behind for support.

When you bring your hips forward she stiffens, her breath catching in her throat. You feel the wet drooling tip of your cock press against the warm but dry meeting of her lhabia. Flexing the muscles at the base of your cock you make it twitch, rubbing your round soft tip up and down her lips. They part slightly and your sesitive end is suddenly presed against the hidden slickness of her moist inner folds. You press forward and your cock slides down, trailing your juices, until it rests against the opening of her warm hole.

You pause and look down at her. Mrs. Moffat looks up at you fearfully. The look in her eyes gives you reason to hesitate and think. She is a little wet but that probably doesn't mean anything. Unless she's secretly wanting this, you could be about to **** her.