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'Extracurricular' activities (Razgriz x Mistress Legacy)

Razgriz

Razgriz

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Enter Michael Keswick. Eighteen years old, IQ of 170. And probably one of the dullest people anyone could meet. But that's the price of being a genius sometimes; popularity sacrificed in exchange for academic performance and mental stimulation. Michael didn't think he was dull; withdrawn, shy he knew he was, but that was only because he didn't associate well with the 'hip-hop' and 'wanna-be gangster' culture that seemed to have flooded this school. His quiet nature, unfortunately, meant that he was often a victim of bullying; he always let it go, simply because he hated starting trouble. It also didn't help that he was six feet tall and weighed in at 150 lbs. He was considered 'normal' by most medical standards, but he still looked very skinny. His body lithe yet toned

He always dressed in very plain clothing; a plain, logo-less shirt, jeans, and white shoes. That was it, day in and day out. People just assumed it was his 'dorkiness' that made him wear such lackluster clothing. While part of that was true, it was also due to his being emancipated at 15 and working as a grocery store cashier. Since he was on his own, he had to be frugal, which meant not conforming to people's imposed necessity of buying designer clothing.

It was largely because of his non-conformity that he didn't have a lot of friends; it was this lack of friends and social commitment that also enabled him to succeed, and at the same time earn the ire of the school's many steroid-laced, party-hound tough guys. They often called him names like 'Poindexter', 'dork', 'nerd'. It was basically every tired, overused insult for people with an IQ higher than a rock. But that to him was unimportant; he continued with his studies because he wanted to make something of himself. His efforts were rewarded as he entered his senior year; he'd aced all of his classes thus far, with exceptional performance in the advanced placement mathematics and sciences.

He was lucky though; he didn't wear glasses or have pimples or possess many of the other stereotypical signs of the common dork or nerd. His eyes, being a strange mix of gunmetal and cobalt, were one of the things he was recognized for in the school and shone with the fiery intelligence and gift for observation and insight that his possessed. Another mark was the prominent scar extending across his face from his right temple to his left jawbone; people sometimes asked him what happened and he would tell sternly it's none of their business.

But now, let's come to the present. Michael sat at the front in his AP Calculus course, away from the jackasses who were taking the course just to make them look good. The only reason they succeeded was because their parents hired people to basically give them the answers. One of the aforementioned jackasses, a jock named Donovan 'Brick' Davies, glared daggers at Michael's back. He and two of his buddies, James 'Heavy' Brown, and Thomas 'Powerhouse' Anderson were 'plotting' on how to torment the 'egghead nerd' as they called Michael. They decided to go with an old classic; wait until class was over and corner him.

The class went by without incident, and as Michael bid the teacher good-day, he stepped outside the classroom. He didn't very far when he felt someone grab him and push him into the lockers. "Hey nerd, I noticed you didn't do our homework yet. We ain't doin' well because of your laziness." Donovan spat at him as he and his two buddies surrounded him. "Considering that I work, Donovan....." he started to say, but Donovan cut him off "You know my name around this joint is 'Brick'." "Fitting, since that's about your intelligence level, you neanderthal." Michael thought to himself. "Fine, Brick. The truth is, like I've said before, I'm not doing your homework. I have too much to do on my own." 'Brick' shook his head, "Ah, you nerds never get it, do you? We run this school, and we ain't afraid to 'persuade' you to do it." He and his buddies got their knuckles cracked as they got ready to 'persuade' Michael to comply.
 
"Oh really Mr. Davies? I thought that the teachers rule this school?" said Ms. Harmon as she stepped out of the class room pulling her glasses off and putting her hair in a bun. She got to excited during the class lesson that her red hair fell out of the bun. She was a beautiful woman that was in her late 30s. She stood 5'9 and had quite a temper. A lot of the student were scared of her because she didn't have a problem with getting into someone's face and telling them off when they need to be told off. What made it worse was that she made you look right into her eyes. Into her piecing, dark, soulless green eyes. It was so scary that the principal didn't really like getting into a fight with her.

"If my memory serves me right, and I'm always right, it clear states in my rules, and the school rules that you're suppose to do your own homework. That and the teacher choose to to pass and who to fail based on the work. From what I see in your test, you're not doing well. You haven't understood the materiel since...chapter two. I only kept you in this class to see you fail. Nothing your mommy and your daddy can do to help you bring your grade up from an F. And there is sure nothing the school can do. I don't care if you're a jock, and you need good grades to stay ahead.

"You fail my class, and everyone else's. You're wasting our time and everyone last one of your classes. All three of you. So, I suggest that you leave Mr. Keswick alone, get out of my face, and leave this hallway. Why don't you do something better with yourself, like fucking one of those many cheerleaders that would love to have one of your dumb babies. Because I'm sure that you have made many already."

Ms. Harmon folded her arms and squinted her eyes at the boys. They stepped back and ran off scared. Feeling like she just won a million bucks, Ms. Harmon turned towards Michael and smiled. She looked him up and down then looked in him in the eyes. "Mr. Keswich, can I speak to you for just a moment."
 
Michael almost shit himself when Ms. Harmon came out and made the three bullies run off with their tails between their legs. Her eyes would make anyone feel like they were staring into an infinite abyss. In truth he respected her not just out of her intelligence, but also because of the fear that came from trying to have a conversation with her. . Being ask to speak with alone by any teacher was usually not good. This was his first year with her as a teacher; he'd heard from others that she was incredibly strict in the classroom. He tried to follow her rules to the best of his ability; he'd done fairly well so far, or at least he hoped he did.

He gulped silently as he followed her back into her now-empty classroom. Was it something he did? Did he make her mad in some way? Well, if he did, it would be better to just get it over now. He really didn't like the way she seemed to look him over before asking him to speak with her; however, his gut told him to keep his mouth shut and just do what she said. His gunmetal-cobalt eyes slightly widened with concern and fear at what she might say. "Y...yes, Ms. Harmon? You said you wanted to speak to me?"
 
"Mr. Keswich, I've notice that you have been bullied a lot this year. As a teacher I must report what I see your parent. But, I realize that you don't have one." Harmon took off her classes and folded her hands. She looked down and sighed. "I have a solution to many of your problems, but you would have to do some things for me." she smiled then started to take out a bunch of things and laid them on the desk in front of her.

"As you can see here Mr. Keswich, I'm a very busy woman. I have to work here at the high school as well as the college. This is where you come in. I know you're busy with work and call, but for your services, I'll pay you as well. That way you can still make money and getting a little bit better at your work for this class. What I need you to do, is help me grade theses homework, quizzes, and test. Do you think that you could do that for me?"

Harmon started to separate the three piles into two. One pile for her and the other for Micheal. With all the things that she is planning, might as well have him do this as well. It's the only way she could get things out of the way.
 
Michael relaxed slightly when he figured out that he wasn't in trouble, but her remark about him not having parents surprised him. It wasn't as if he went around the school telling everyone his father was in prison right now. He listened as Ms. Harmon explained that she had a solution to many of his problems; this only served to confuse him further. How did she know about his parent situation and why did she care? OK, the second question was a bit obvious to answer; she was a teacher dedicated to the well-being of her students. But even then that didn't make sense; the way she said 'things' made Michael slightly suspicious. But, being one to avoid conflict and never look a gift horse in the mouth, he didn't raise a protest. But it seemed a bit convenient; today was a day he had off, so he would indeed be able to help her.

"Of course, Ms. Harmon. It's very generous of you to offer to pay me. But I couldn't take it in good conscience; I'll happily do this free of charge." he then said honestly and shyly. Teachers didn't make all that much to begin with and he wouldn't be able to sleep well knowing he was taking money from someone who needed it. Without giving her a chance to protest, he took one of the piles and brought it to another desk. Placing it one the surface of one desk, he then pulled a third desk and placed on the other side before he sat down in another and moved closer so that he was within reach of the impressive stack. He grabbed the first paper off the stack and started to work; as he went through and graded them, he separated and organized them by being a quiz, homework assignment, or exam.
 
Harmon smiled and started to grade a little herself. "Oh and Mr. Keswich, during after school hours, you don't need to call me Ms. Harmon, Lisa would be just fine." She smiled then started to grade again. After grading a few papers she turned to her computer and started to enter the grades. This was a lot of work, since she was backed up with stuff. So much things was going on and Lisa didn't know how to handle it. But at least she had Michael to help her. When she looked up from the computer she smiled at him and licked her lips a little. It was strange, because Lisa was getting slightly attractive to her student.

Like it really mattered because she didn't have a husband. Nor did she have a boyfriend. Lisa has been single for more than a year, and it was starting to take her a toll on her. In her early 30s and she was still not married yet. She would look around to all her siblings and see that they are happily married with kids. Every time she sees them she gets slightly sad. When was she going to have that kind of happiness with anyone. Lisa looked up at Michael but shook her head to get the thoughts out. He's a student of mine. I shouldn't be having these dirty thoughts. Though he is good looking for his age. Hmmm...I'm sure that he wouldn't mind.
 
Michael started a bit when Ms. Harmon said he could call her Lisa. "That's kind of.......odd." he thought to himself, completely oblivious to the dirty thoughts coursing through his teacher's mind. "If it's alright with you, it's easier for me to call you Ms. Harmon, Ms. Harmon. It gives you the respect teachers deserve" he then responded honestly. Even though she'd given him permission to refer to her on a first-name basis, doing so even after school hours didn't feel right to him.

As he worked through getting the papers done, he smiled at how easily this stuff came to him. From derivatives to integrals in three dimensions, from linear alegbra to non-homogenous differential equations, he loved working through these problems in his mind. It presented an endless source of entertainment for him. But that was why he was labeled a nerd; he enjoyed things most people associated with eggheads possessing an ego complex. He tried to let his work do the talking more times than not, but was it wrong to feel prideful of his accomplishments? He certainly didn't think and to hell with anyone who tried to convince him otherwise.

He finally finished grading the papers and putting the three sorted stacks into one, he then carried them over and placed them on Ms. Harmon's desk. "Here you are. Is there anything I can help you with, Ms. Harmon."
 
"Actually there is more thing you can do for me Micheal." She smiled at him then walked over and kissed him deeply on his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. It seemed weird for her to do so, but she did it anyway. Something so bad, felt so good at this very moment.
 
Now Michael may have been smart and tried to plan for a lot, but no way in hell would he EVER expect something like this. He saw Ms. Harmon approach, a strange smile on her face; he then stammered "Uh, Miss Harmon, is..." before she pressed her lips firmly into his and embraced him around his neck. His face flushed furiously; he could literally feel the heat coming out of his cheeks. It was at this point he just froze, his normally rapid-firing synapses and neurons stopping cold and bringing the cogs to a grinding halt. Weird for her in this situation would be understatement of the century; this came out of left field from another dimension. His mind was trying to move, trying to process and respond to the logic; but an answer could not be found.

Eventually his logical impulses took over and he pulled his lips away from hers, panting lightly; though she still had her arms around the back of his neck. The proximity of her beautiful body and face to his own made him beet-red. He then said in a half-confused, half-frustrated tone "Miss Harmon! Pardon my french, but what the hell? Do you have any idea how much trouble this could bring us? For goodness sake, I'm your student!" True, her kiss felt good. Really good, in fact; he'd never felt anything like that before in his life. But he wasn't going to jeopardize his student career or her teaching career by giving in to his most basic of primal impulses. The fact was he respected her too much as a teacher to have her throw it all away like this. Though, the school was empty; even the janitors had gone home for the day.
 
"What am I doing? I believe what I have done is called a kiss Michael. Shall we go for another one?" Lisa smiled and closed her eyes and pressed out her full, lushes lips so that she could kiss Michael again. This has been the first time in a long time that she had ever kissed someone. She forgot the feeling, how it made her tingle inside feeling the contact of a male. Having a male this close to her, just started to send her crazy wild.
 
"Miss Harmon! No, we can't! We're teacher and student, this is wrong on so many levels!" he said, appalled at her suddenly unprofessional behavior. His gunmetal-cobalt eyes searched for a way out; what if someone walked in on them? Miss Harmon would be fired, and Michael would probably face disciplinary action for fraternizing with a school staff member.

Reacting quickly, he tried and push her away when she tried to kiss him again; except his hands landed square on the soft, fabric-covered mounds of flesh on her chest. It was here Michael froze, his hands resting right on the part of her clothes that hid her bountiful chest. Michael just stared atwhere his hands went; now it was his turn to scream "What the hell, Michael!" in his head. It was about thirty seconds before Michael's brain registered what he did and he took his hands off of her, holding them out to his side. "S....sorry, Miss Harmon. I...didn't mean to do that, I swear! I was just trying to push you away, and then I....oh, man, I'm in trouble now." he started saying panickedly before his voice dropped to a somber tone. Miss Harmon was probably going to kick his ass now for doing that.
 
Lisa smiled then grabbed Michael's hand again and placed it on her chest again and smiled and kissed him deeply. She didn't care if he didn't want it, because she knew that she could get Michael to do anything she wanted him to do. She knew that he admire her for being tough. But now, she was going to give him something more to admire her about. She knows that if she keeps doing what she's doing right now, she could get Michael to do anything she wanted him to do. Even have sex with her, but that was going to have to wait until later. Right now, she just wanted to be kissed and felt up on.
 
Michael kept trying to pull away from Miss Harmon, but for some reason felt his resistance slipping. He soon found himself kissing her back, not a whole lot at first, but soon he was returning them with as much energy as she was giving him. He should have been appalled but for some reason......he wasn't. Even his hands, which Ms. Harmon had put back onto her large chest, had begun to lightly caress the mounds. His fingers, which were thin but not all that much so, began to press into her lightly, giving her breasts small massages from over her clothes.

After a few moments of doing this, he eventually came to his sense and pulled back again, taking his hands off her and saying, "Ah...Mi....Miss Harmon, I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me!" Little was poor Michael aware that the red-haired seductress was actually wanting him to do this to her.
 
Lisa shook her head and kissed him back again touching her hand to his chest. "I want you to do this." She smiled at him then got up and walked to the door and closed it. After locking it, she turned to him and walked over very slowly sliding off her clothes as she did. She wanted to look sexy for Michael, but knew that it wasn't very hard to do that. Most of the boys in the school, even though they didn't admit for fear of being kicked out but did it anyway, had a crush on Lisa Harmon. It was slightly weird.
 
Now this was getting serious; Michael froze, his gunmetal-cobalt eyes wide with apprehension and confusion as locked the door. He was trapped, for it was one of those doors that locked from the outside. Why was Miss Harmon doing this? This was so unlike her; Michael did find her attractive, but that was because she was indeed aesthetically beautiful.

Her words rang in his head "I want you to do this" Why him? He was a nobody, he wasn't all that good-looking (at least not in his eyes or what he thought most women consider attractive). So why? He then flushed furiously when Miss Harmon came back from sealing them in the room; he retreated as she advanced and stripped in a seductive fashion. Eventually his butt hit her desk, which meant there was nowhere left to run. As he gazed upon her increasingly naked form, he swallowed, his throat dry for some odd reason.
 
Lisa smiled and then got really close up on him and kissed him deeply sliding her hand down his pants. Her eyes were close as she kissed him deeply and jacked him off. With her other hand she held the back of Michael's head to kiss him deeper. Her breast pressed up against his chest and she started to get wetter as she felt his cock get harder in her hand. She smiled in the kissed and kept doing it. After she got it really hard, she pulled away and went down on him to take off his pants.
 
Michael froze, his body beginning to heat up considerably as Miss Harmon pressed herself against him, her body completely nude save for thigh-high stockings and high-heels. He stiffened when she started to slide her hand down his pants and stroke his slowly hardening member. His mind wanted to stop her, to have him move, do something. But his body remained frozen, paralyzed by the pleasure she was bringing. And the fact that her tongue was wrestling fiercely with his effectively quieted any and all vocal opposition, the exception being moans into her lips as his rampant phallus nearly reached full hardness. He then looked in confusion as she pulled away, only to see her pull his pants down to reveal his cock.

He tried to stop her; however, even with him holding his pants up loosely with his hands to try and stop her, she eventually won out. All nine-a-half inches of throbbing male flesh sprung to greet her; the cockhead flushed and bulbous and his shaft sparsely covered in thick veins. Heavy balls hung beneath them, full of untapped sperm and looking capable of producing a lot. He shivered as the relatively cold air snapped around his heated hardness; he then spoke, his voice a breathy whisper, "M...Miss Harmon, why are you doing this?"
 
"Mmmm Michael, look at this cock. You have such a large member that you you have hidden from the world. Maybe you should show it a little more. It's so hot." Lisa smiled then went down and started to suck on his cock. First she licked the head and went down slowly wanting to send chills up and down Michael's body. As her tongue slide over going up and down very slowly, Lisa looked up smiled and took the whole cock into her mouth. She sucked on it slowly like she was sucking on a milkshake. She sucked for a little bit then started to bob her head up and down while slowly moving her tongue all around.

After going really slowly at first Lisa started to speed up and sucking a little bit harder each time. She grabbed his balls and started to rub very gently. She knew he was enjoying with every twitch his cock made in her mouth or hand.
 
Michael's face only served to heat up more as Miss Harmon complimented the size of his manhood. As she kissed and licked the purple bulbous head, any forms of protest were completely cut off. Her tongue made him shiver noticeably with pleasure and when she deep-throated him, he was a slave to the pleasure now. It only better as she started to move her head up and down his shaft, its length throbbing and radiating heat within the warm wet confines of her mouth. He could feel his member reaching into the back of her throat as she continued to suck him off; god her tongue and mouth were like magic.

And just when he thought it couldn't get any better, she sped up and started to gently massage his sack; his cock began to spurt copious amounts of pre-cum into her mouth as the pleasure threatened to overtake him. His massive phallus began to throb and twitch even more within her as his lack of experience with this sort of thing threatened to end it; he grunted out, "Mi....Miss Harmon! If you keep doing that, I...I won't last!"
 
Lisa stopped and slowly stroked Michael's shaft while looking at him smiling. She said very seductively, "Does that mean you want me to keep doing this? Do you want to put this great horned beast somewhere else other than my mouth?" She smiled at him then went back down to sucking waiting his answer. She started to finger herself as she suck harder on his cock wanting all his cum to just flow into her mouth.
 
Michael looked down from having his head thrown back as the pleasure continued to escalate; the teacher had stopped her treatment and asked if he wanted her to continue or if he wanted to put it in somewhere else. Anywhere else would really land him in trouble and she obviously wasn't going to let him go until he finished; but before he could even respond , she resumed sucking him off. Quickly the pleasure reached even newer heights; it wasn't long before he felt a tingling and tightening sensation in his balls. His hips began to thrust ever so slightly against his will, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth as she sucked on him. Pretty soon he was thrusting dramatically, almost like he was face-fucking her without even meaning to do so.

"Miss Harmon, I can't.....NGH!" he grunted as his hips shot forward, burying his thick meaty shaft deep into her mouth as it throbbed hard, pumping an enormous amount of cum down her throat for a few seconds before Michael pulled back slightly and started filling up every last bit of available space in Lisa's mouth with his hot thick and creamy sperm. When he was done and she had a mouthful of his seed, along with the amount that was already in her stomach, she would find that Michael hadn't softened at all.
 
Lisa swallowed as much cum as she could but then let the rest be squirted all over her face and drip down the side of her mouth. After she was sure that Michael was done shooting out cum, she started to suck his cock again to make sure that she got all the cum out before standing up and whipping her face. She smiled at him and then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissing him. As she did that she wrapped one leg around his hip and pressed really close to him so that his cock to rub against her wet pussy.
 
Michael found himself breathing heavily as he finished; he looked down to see Lisa sucking on his still-hard shaft. Every inch of her face was covered in his thick seed, and some of it had even dripped to cover a good portion of the upper slopes of her large, succulent breasts. When she cleaned herself off and smiled at him, he knew she wasn't done. And before long she wrapped herself around him and started to kiss him deeply again. Though this time he felt her press even closer to him, rubbing her weeping pussy on his long thick shaft. He could feel her erected nipples grinding against him as she pushed her body against his and flattened her round shapely tits against his chest.

As she continued to rub him, he could feel his cock twitch in excitement as he knew now she wanted him to be inside her. Placing his hands on her breasts, her perked nipples against his palms, he pushed her away gently and said, "Miss Harmon, answer me. Why are you doing this? Why me and not someone.....better?"
 
"You are the someone that is better." Lisa smiled and kissed Michael softly. She wanted him to stop fighting it so much and just do her already.


(yes I know really short, but you have to go with it. This is the only time I might do this)
 
Michael froze and stared at Lisa; he was the better? She then kissed him more; Michael could feel his resistance crumbling slowly as she continued to press her insistence. But there was still the prospect of them getting caught; even though he was eighteen, she was twelve years his senior and that would not bode well for her if the school board found out she was having an affair with one of her students. "Miss Harmon.......I don't understand. Why choose me? Do you really want me for me?" Another potential motive for her to do this crossed his mind, one that kind of pissed him off, "Or are you just using me to fulfill your own desires?" He'd been used before by other women; they'd taken advantage of his generosity, gullibility and talents when he was a freshman. And when he tried to approach them romantically, they told him to fuck off in their own special way. It was one of the reasons he was alone; he'd been rejected so much that his self-confidence was crushed.
 
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