Shokushu English Dept 3
The teacher looks almost surprised to see you still sitting there. Then her face clears and she smirks.
'Ah, of course, you waited to help me plan tomorrow's lesson. How good of you. Well, come on then, lets get to it.' Still half aroused and keen to find out the subject of the lesson she has planned for the morrow, you manage to stand upright and make your way to the front of the classroom. As you look down at her, you become annoyed by her self-possession and the way she made you feel in front of the class but you are careful to hide your feelings.
'The next lesson makes mention of searching for a pearl within an oyster. Of course I don't need a man to demonstrate that but it would certainly help me to have the male perspective on the subject of pearl diving.'
Getting into the swing of things with all the metaphors, you say, 'Oysters are best served in sauce. So how about a couple of nice firm melons first, followed by a couple of buns before I split a soft juicy peach?'
'My, you must be really hungry. Well, maybe I'll learn something useful for the class tomorrow.' She remains seated before her desk and looks up at you brightly and expectantly. Leaning over, you slowly undo the buttons down the front of her dress. The teacher is just wearing a front-fastening bra and a skimpy pair of panties with strings holding them together at each side. Running your hands over the firm hillocks of her perky breasts, you unsnap the catch and part the garment to reveal her naked tits.
'First the melons.' Truth be told they are not really big enough to be called melons. But they have a very attractive shape, and few women are flattered by having their tits referred to as apples. Taking one in each hand, you find they fit snugly into your palms and you squeeze the firm globes experimentally. Meeting no resistance, you mould and release her tits rhythmically, rotating your hands for variety and feeling her pert nipples rise under the attention. Kneeling between her thighs, you circle both firm orbs beween finger and thumb, contacting around the bases to bulge them into greater prominence. Then, leaning forwards, you capture one of her hardened teats between your lips and suck it into the warmth of your mouth. As your tongue rasps over the sensitive bud, the teacher moans quietly.
Pleased to have got some response out of this matter-of-fact young lady, you rebouble your efforts, mouthing first on nipple then the other. As her chest heaves with excitement, she mews and moans under your ministrations. And when you push them together and try to eat both nipples at once, she whines with lust.
'Now for the buns! Hot and cross I think,' you exclaim.
'What do you mean exactly?'
'You'll see.' Still remembering the way she left you throbbing in front of all those young girls, you pick her up, sit down in her chair and lay her squirming body across your knee. Trapping her legs between yours, you flip her loose dress up around her waist and, ignoring the naked breasts bobbing against your thigh, unfasten the ties and pull her panties off.
Feeling her try to fight away from you, you grasp her hands in one of yours and hold them up behind her back. Her creamy bottom juts up prettily and you admire its appearance as you run your hand over it's curvy shape. Then raising your arm, you land the flat of your hand on one firm cheek, watching it quiver and redden as the teacher squeals with outrage and fights to get away. Holding her firmly trapped with one hand and your legs, you slap her sharply again on the other cheek, matching the pattern of red and cream.
'Owwwwww! Just wait 'til I get up, you bastard.'
'Such language. And from a schoolteacher too.' You slap her quivering bottom a couple more times. There is more red than ivory now.
'Ooooof! You swine! I'll show you language when I get out of this!' Slap! Your hand cracks down on her pretty bottom again. Smack! You catch the top of her thigh and your hand curls round. She begins to sniffle, whether from pain or humiliation you are not sure.
You smack the teacher again and again until her entire bottom glows red. She has stopped protesting and lies quietly sobbing as you continue to punish her. The heat from her breasts and groin feels very noticable where they press against your legs. Moisture sparkles on her sex-lips where they pout back between her thighs and you feel sure she is becoming aroused. Taking a chance, you release her arms but she doesn't try to escape. As you continue to slap her bottom, softer now, you reach down and capture one of her upturned breasts in your hand.
'Ooooohhhhhh.' Her nipple throbs, hard and long in your palm. Adjusting her position, you spread her legs wider apart and next time you spank her, you make sure your fingers catch the soft mound of her cunt. She groans prettily and you smack the tops of her thighs a couple of times, careful to touch her pussy each time without hurting it. All the time you squeeze her swollen breast rhythmically. She is squirming about on your lap and the movement, combined with the erotic sight of her bright red bottom is making you very hard.
Gently caressing her heated bum, you slide your fingers down between her cheeks and onto her mound. It feels very hot beneath your touch and her lips part easily to reveal the slick traces of her arousal.
'Hmmm, a nice salty oyster,' you remark running your fingers up her channel. 'And it looks as though I've found the pearl.' You strum lightly over the swollen bud of her clitoris and the pretty young teacher moans with lust.
'Wouldn't you rather have a banana and whipped cream with your juicy peach?' she asks tremulously. That sounds like a good idea, so you pick her up bodily and set her back down on the chair. She yelps as her tormented bottom makes contact with the leather but makes no move to revenge herself for your assault.
Quickly opening your zip you pull the engorged length of your impressive member into view and, kneeling between her legs, slide it straight into the centre of her widespread cunt.
'Aiiiiiiiii,' the teacher sighs with satisfaction as you fill her tight channel with throbbing gristle. 'Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh,' you move slowly in and out of her sugary walls. 'Uuuuhhhhhhhh,' you shaft faster and harder, your groin banging against her clit as you reach bottom. 'Nnnnggghhhhhhhh ..... Eeeeeehhhhhhhh ...' the young teacher spasms as she climaxes quickly. You continue to fuck her steadily as she jerks and shudders beneath you. Three more times you feel her body orgasm and hot fluid bathe your shaft before your own climax is upon you and you jerk spastically as she bucks her hips to cum one more time as your sperm flies deep into her palpitating cunt.
Standing, you zip yourself up while looking at her limp body spreadeagled across the chair. Her breasts look very swollen, with angry red nipples and fluid oozes from her open pussy. She will have to change her dress before the next class. What a pity you can't see the red cheeks of her well-tanned bottom. Turning away, you comment over your shoulder as you leave, 'Next time be careful to finish what you start when you ask for a volunteer!'
A timetable on the wall advises you that the following lessons are an introduction to writing tentacle-sex by StormBringer and How to Write a Short Story by Salina Kyle.