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Sweet teacher mine (riverrust and cutelittleweasel)

CuteLittleWeasel

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Lilly could still hardly believe it, even though it was true. She was actually teaching, and not just that, she was teaching at a college. Who would have guessed that from her past? She certainly hadn't! She was one of the youngest, if not the youngest, teachers on staff and quite an appearance on campus between her long red hair, big blue eyes, creamy skin with just a dusting of freckles and her figure.

There was a reason why suddenly so many boys were following a course on Shakespearian literature. No, she wasn't a stick thin model, but with a fit body, an ample bosom, trim waist and wide hips, she did make many a heart go a-pitter-patter, especially in her pencil skirts and high heels.

To be honest, she did like the attention, it was just too bad that she could never do anything about it. She'd get fired and she loved her job. She loved being able to talk about Shakespeare and maybe inspire a few students while showing that he really wasn't that dull and boring.

That, and she had her own office. Sure, it was small and in the basement and sorely lacking in little things like windows, but it was an office that she didn't have to share. Maybe she could get a bigger one with a window when she'd worked as a teacher for a little while longer.

Maybe.

Her door was open, at the moment, a signal for students that if they needed to see her for something, they could walk in. Lilly, in the meanwhile, was reading through an article, occasionally attacking it with a marker.
 
Jason kicked back in a comfy chair near the two-story windows in the south wall of the library. The white light of the sun's rays made him appear radiant as he sat looking intently into the screen of his laptop. The pocket of heat created by the morning sun was getting to be too much for him and he was about to move, but at the moment he was captivated by the action on the screen. Presently his peripheral vision caught movement and he casually lowered the top of his computer until the person passed by, then lifted it and smiled. Before him in a small webpage widow, a sweet looking blonde was happily taking a large penis in her rear end. Jason shifted in his seat as the woman lurched forward with each powerful thrust of the man who was doing her. Jason exhaled a deep breath. "Damn..," He muttered, "What I wouldn't do for that."

The video came to an end without a money shot, so he typed in a couple of key words and hit enter. Another page of vid icons appeared under the title Anal/Cumshots. One immediately piqued his interest and he selected it. The scene started mid-action with a close up of doggystyle anal. After a few minutes of hot footage, the girl pulled off her partners member and turned around to receive a facial. Jason's brows shot up in arcs of surprise and disbelief. Leaning in to his laptop, he squinted at the face of the porn star, then brought the video to full screen. At the recognition of the face about to be glazed, the young man fell back into the plush chair and stared wide-eyed. "What the fuck?!" He exclaimed, loud enough for nearby patrons to look at him. Leaning forward again, he watched in awe and mounting arousal as the redheaded adult model's upturned face was blasted with shot after shot of thick, pearly semen.

Jason shook his head and rubbed his face with his hands, then saving the video to his favorites, he closed the laptop and adjusted the erection in his shorts before getting up and heading for his teacher's office. He stared into space as he walked down the halls and took the stairs to the basement of the university. He worked up a moot question to ask his teacher and hoped he wouldn't be conspicuous, but he had to know for sure. Did he really just watch his Shakespeare prof taking a facial on one of the Internet's premier porn sites?
 
The thing was about college that it came with fees and bills and it cost far more money than a young woman with no family to speak of had and Lilly had been having nightmares about living her life with college debt looming over her when a friend of a friend had made a suggestion and one thing led to another before, well, Lilly was a moviestar.

Sort of.

It paid the bills, back then, though it wasn't that long ago. Most of her parts involved anal or multiple penetration, light bondage, lots of toys, there was more extreme stuff out there and milder. There was one film more popular and she had rather enjoyed the shoot. It had been a sort of on-the-fly affair with a lot of improvisation. It had started with her blindfolded and on a collar and a leash being led into a room with several men and toys.

She had been exhausted and incredibly sore afterwards, but the money had been fantastic.

Of course, Lily had always used a fake name and these days she just hoped that no one would make the connection between Paris Lisbon (not too imaginative, she knew, but hey, it was okay-ish, at least it wasn't Sapphire Star) and the young Shakespeare professor at the college.

Her career and life would be over.

She just had a pencil dangling from between her lips and frowned at the paper. Honestly, what was that writer thinking? Really, sometimes she wondered if people just tried to be as ridiculous as they could be.

The sounds of footsteps echoed through the hall leading to her office and Lily looked up. She smiled and put her pencil, marker and paper down on her desk. She recognized the approaching student and figured he'd come down for her. Maybe a sensible question about the essay she'd assigned about comparing the female roles in King Lear. Or maybe some sort of senseless question they came up with to try and hit on her.

"Mr. Jason," she said. "Can I help you with anything?"
 
Jason stood in the doorway of his teacher's office and tried to act normal. He knew he was wearing a weak smile, but he felt like his thoughts were written all over his face. He heard himself talking, but he wasn't sure what he was saying; something about memorizing Hamlet's soliloquy about living or dying. His person was a robot at the moment, playing out a program, and he was a lusty young man virtually removed from the scene, hovering just above and behind himself as he scrutinized the face of the beautiful professor before him. His voice rambled on, saying he wasn't sure what, while his mind's eye melded the face of the porn star onto the face of his teacher and found a match. The corner of his virtual mouth twisted into a wry half-smile and he immediately envisioned his ever-so-hard penis sliding happily between his teacher's soft, white buns. He shook himself out of his reverie as he realized he was sporting a hard-on that was probably standing out like a sore thumb behind the zipper of his shorts. "Anyway," He offered in conclusion, "Just thought I'd let you know." He felt his face grow hot as he turned abruptly and fled the office, heading swiftly back to his dorm to masturbate.
 
Lily watched and listened. She wasn't even certain what he was talking about. She did see something else standing out, though. The whole thing kind of, vaguely, reminded her of one of her earlier porn films, except she'd played the student in that particular film, who was then bent over her teacher's desk and fucked until the dean walked in and, after a brief confrontation, joined in the fun. It had been her first film with more than one partner.

"Thank you," she called after him. "I'll see you in class!" So perhaps she smiled a little, almost smirked. She was used to her male students getting a little rambly around her. None of them had visibly got hard before, though. She wondered what had brought that about. She shrugged and turned back to her article. Probably just boys being boys.

The whole embarrassed fleeing thing had been terribly cute, though. Almost adorable. Like an awkward little puppy. Lilly probably wouldn't think so if she realized just what Jason had discovered.
 
Jason slammed the door shut behind him as he entered his room. Seeing his roommate was still away, he exhaled a deep breath and fell back against the door as though exhausted and rested a moment. Shaking his head in joyful disbelief, he pushed away from the door, locked it, and went over to his bed. Setting his laptop up on the nightstand, he once again opened the website from earlier and selected the the vid he had saved. The opening scene filled the screen: a nice, white and luscious ass was being fucked by a large, handsome cock. Jason watched for a moment as the glistening shaft pushed the soft buns apart on it's journey deep into the girl's butt. "Oh my gosh..," He groaned as he watched the man's balls swinging jauntily as he drove his dick home. Quickly he stood and stripped his shorts and briefs off, tossing them aside. Then with one hand he gripped his own thick shaft and began to pump it while squeezing and tugging at his balls with the other. His heart beat rapidly as the scene commenced, and he timed his efforts accordingly. By the time the girl was pulling off the stud's big dick, Jason was bucking and almost doubling over as he approached his climax. Then she was there on the screen in all her glory; face upturned and ready. The stud shot his load, and Jason wasn't far behind. His cock tightened along with his buttocks as his cum leaped from the swollen head of his dick and splatted on the wooden floor. When he was spent, he fell back onto the bed and drifted off with visions of Lily dancing in his head.


CuteLittleWeasel said:
Lily watched and listened. She wasn't even certain what he was talking about. She did see something else standing out, though. The whole thing kind of, vaguely, reminded her of one of her earlier porn films, except she'd played the student in that particular film, who was then bent over her teacher's desk and fucked until the dean walked in and, after a brief confrontation, joined in the fun. It had been her first film with more than one partner.

"Thank you," she called after him. "I'll see you in class!" So perhaps she smiled a little, almost smirked. She was used to her male students getting a little rambly around her. None of them had visibly got hard before, though. She wondered what had brought that about. She shrugged and turned back to her article. Probably just boys being boys.

The whole embarrassed fleeing thing had been terribly cute, though. Almost adorable. Like an awkward little puppy. Lilly probably wouldn't think so if she realized just what Jason had discovered.
 
The lesson had gone rather well, if she was allowed to say so herself. Shakespeare's historic plays were always a favourite subject of hers and her students had listened. Some had even been occupied taking notes. the equipment had worked, no annoying hiccups with the projector or the computer. All in all, she had to say that had been one of her smoother lessons.

Her students had already filed out of the room and Lily was left behind, her bag perched on her desk while she shut off her computer. Time to go home. She longed to slip into her bath tub and just spend a few hours relaxing. She figured that she deserved it. Every woman deserved to spoil herself a little every once in a while. She checked her private e-mail for just a second, noting that Vince had mailed her. Vince was one of the directors she still kept in touch with and she had the feeling he was hoping to draw her in for a part in a new porn film.

She'd have to let him down. That life was behind her, as much as she had enjoyed the things she'd done.

Lily shut the computer down and got up from her chair, leaning slightly over the desk to make sure she had everything packed away in her purse. Her rather shot, but not inappropriately so, skirt clung tightly to her ass.
 
Jason stood outside the classroom door pretending to read some of his Shakespeare. Once the last of the students had walked off down the hall, he slipped back into the room. Immediately his eyes fell on Ms. Lily's fine ass as she bent over the desk, and he stopped in his tracks to stare at it. Though her skirt covered her shapely butt, Jason could see through it, as it were; He knew, from much study, exactly what the teacher's ass looked like. Still, he was now obsessed with knowing what it felt like, too; both inside and out. Ever since he had stumbled upon Lily's porn video, Jason found himself daydreaming about buttfucking her. Sometimes he even dreamed vividly about it as he slept; waking up with a hard-on which he invariably jacked off to excellent orgasms. As he stood there, he wondered what she might think of his well-endowed cock. He didn't know how many she had taken up the ass, but he was fairly confident that his 9-incher, with generous girth to match, would make her squeal with delight as it stretched her asshole and plunged deep into her rectum. The challenge now was to seduce his teacher and develop a relationship that would allow him to get his fill of all her holes. Plus, just as in the video, he wanted to see his own thick cum dripping down her pretty face.

Before she saw that he was in the room, Jason cleared his throat so as not to startle her. "Nice view!" He said with a smile, waiting to gauge her reaction before he continued. Her response would tell him at what pace he would have to go as he flirted with her and peppered her with sexual innuendo. He hoped for a swift victory over her, but he was prepared for the long haul, figuring that, if he was creative and persistent, he would eventually wear her down. And he really wanted her to go down!

CuteLittleWeasel said:
The lesson had gone rather well, if she was allowed to say so herself. Shakespeare's historic plays were always a favourite subject of hers and her students had listened. Some had even been occupied taking notes. the equipment had worked, no annoying hiccups with the projector or the computer. All in all, she had to say that had been one of her smoother lessons.

Her students had already filed out of the room and Lily was left behind, her bag perched on her desk while she shut off her computer. Time to go home. She longed to slip into her bath tub and just spend a few hours relaxing. She figured that she deserved it. Every woman deserved to spoil herself a little every once in a while. She checked her private e-mail for just a second, noting that Vince had mailed her. Vince was one of the directors she still kept in touch with and she had the feeling he was hoping to draw her in for a part in a new porn film.

She'd have to let him down. That life was behind her, as much as she had enjoyed the things she'd done.

Lily shut the computer down and got up from her chair, leaning slightly over the desk to make sure she had everything packed away in her purse. Her rather shot, but not inappropriately so, skirt clung tightly to her ass.
 
The cough caught her off guard and she straightened up. She looked at the door and smiled when she noticed Jason. It wasn't easy to forget about a guy sporting wood in her office.The smile turned almost amused at the comment. Really, now? She'd heard more original lines spoonfed from a script. She was going to have to have another one of those talks then, wasn't she? The one where she explained that teachers weren't allowed to get involved with their students and that she was certain he was a nice, decent guy but she didn't want to lose her job because of him.

That usually was enough for students who worked up the guts to ask her out. Dating was very difficult when people at the pubs could very well be students at the same college she taught at and most of the other male teachers were just not her type, already involved with someone else, gay or a combination of the three.

"Can I help you with anything?" she asked, one expertly plucked and shaped eyebrow arching up. She turned around wholly to face him, crossed her arms across her chest and leaned back against her desk. She had to fight the urge to tease him, just a little, for the fun of it. That would be bad and it would definitely give the wrong message.
 
"Hey there, teach!" Jason said as he shifted his laptop from one arm to the other. "Nice to see you...really!" He gave her a wry smile. "Yeah, I had a couple of questions...um, I've been memorizing that "to be or not to be" passage from Hamlet, and I was wondering...what the hell is a fardel?" He lifted his brows and cocked his head as if in interested expectation of her answer. He had already downloaded a Shakespeare glossary, so he knew the answer, but that was just in preparation for his upcoming visits to her office. In the ensuing seconds before she responded, Jason allowed his eyes to roam over her body, not deigning to hide his interest. The outline of her hips as the tight skirt clung to them served to frame the centerpiece of her lower regions and he again remembered from the video the view of her wet pussy from behind. He didn't know what she looked like up front; was she clean-shaven, or did she sport a nicely trimmed snatch? "Hmm..," He thought, "I will happily eat that pussy any time." Though his musings lasted only moments, his shorts again began to tent outward as they did the last time he saw her. "Oh, and "The beast with two backs;" What do you make of that?"
 
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