Try (and fail) to slow this down

“I really shouldn't...” I don't get any further before my 'teasing student' climbs the rest of the way onto my lap and takes my head firmly in her hands.

“That's right, Mr. Patterson.” Alison grinds her pelvis down against the bulge in my trousers. “You shouldn't...but when else are you going to have a chance like this?” I did my best to keep her off my lap, but it did not take long before my hands were under her skirt and groping the firm muscles of her thighs and ass.

“Do you like my firm teenaged ass, Mr. Patterson?” Alison bends lower so she can whisper in my ear. “I've seen you checking me out, Sir; when you thought I wouldn't notice.” It was pretty hard to deny with the way my hands are all over her backside, but Alison isn't giving me a chance to think. She pulls up her tee-shirt, so her firm breasts pop out and she rubs them into my face.

“Maybe you prefer my perky little boobies?” The soft warmth of her flesh against my cheeks, the now familiar smell of her floral bodywash along with the playful tone of her teasing flood my senses and she seems to know she has me reeling. “Most guys like to have me bouncing on their cocks with my titties slapping their face like this, but others like me facing the other direction so they can watch my ass as I ride them.” It is a bit of a shock to hear this small-town church girl using language like that, in a way it is even more disconcerting than the bold nature of this sudden ****.

“But I'm your teacher!” I try one last time to regain at least some semblance of control, but Alison just chuckles at me.

“Come on, Mr. Patterson,” Her soft breasts press tightly against me even as she bites down on my ear before whispering huskily. "You don't really think you're the first teacher who's helped me out with grades.” Before I can come to grips with what she is saying, she starts listing off a collection of imaginary conquests. “Mr. Williams in American History, Mr. Jackson ... uh, let's see ... Mr. Tonaga for Trig and that cute Spanish teacher I had Sophomore year - I forget his name... Oh and Coach Renforth.” She pauses and then explains like I really knew who this man was. “He didn't really help with my grades, but Miss Henderson and him have a thing, and I figured he could put in a good word for me her when she was picking out the cheer-captains.”

“Coach Renforth and Miss Henderson?” I do my best to keep up with this imaginative coed. “Isn't he twenty some years older than her?”

“Oh yeah, Coach likes them young, Mr. Patterson. That's why he was so easy.” Next thing I knew Alison's small hand was reaching for my cock, “Enough about them, I'm still waiting for your answer, Sir. Do you want to be able to suck on my rack while we fuck, or do you want to watch my teenaged ass riding up and down your shaft?”