by Sam Crescent
He brought his finger up and started to tease my clit.
“You know, sneaking out on me wasn’t a lot of fun. I intended to eat this pussy out for breakfast and then fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Oh, baby, we’re doing this. There’s no doubt in my mind that we’re doing this.”
This is dirty.
It’s naughty.
Neither of us should be doing this, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I wanted him to fuck me, to make me feel the same way he did on Friday night.
“Baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He moved me so that my hands were pressed flat to the table, and he angled my ass. I heard him moving around and then felt the hard, bulbous tip of his erection as it grazed against my pussy.
I moaned as he slid the head through my slit, bumping against my clit before moving toward my entrance.
“I want to fuck you so damn bad.” He gripped my hip and then slammed in so deep that I couldn’t help but cry out from the invasion of him.
I was so full, and he didn’t give me a chance to become accustomed to him.
He pulled out, only to slide back inside, hitting a spot within me that made me moan. I couldn’t help it. I wanted him. I needed him, and it was the best feeling I’d ever experienced. I’d never felt anything like this.
The pleasure was out of this world it was so good.
“I’ve been dreaming about this pussy.” He pulled out until only the tip remained and his fingers started to tease through my slit.
I gasped at the sudden hit of pleasure, which was so unexpected, and yet, it felt so good. Everything he was doing to me was amazing.
I was close to the edge.
He knew how to touch me to make me feel on fire with need.
Elijah didn’t let up. He teased me, stroked me, built that beautiful peak up until there was nothing left.
I wanted him so much, and I couldn’t handle it. The pleasure was out of this world. I was on fire with need, burning hotter than ever before.
And as I came, he let me have it. His cock slid in deep, and it felt completely different. The way he was driving me crazy, the feel of him, it was like I was milking his cock for more.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Such a pretty pussy, baby.”
The moment my orgasm started to subside, he was there, driving deep inside me, fucking me harder with every second that passed, and I lapped it up. Gripping the edge of the desk, I cried out as he slapped my ass.
The burning was intense, but it only enhanced my need for him, to feel him come apart.
I knew he was not going to last long, and as he pounded into my pussy one final time, I felt the release of his cum as he flooded my body.
He didn’t stop until I’d taken every single drop.
When it was over, I expected him to pull away and for it to be done.
He didn’t.
His body pressed against my back, his hands wrapping around my waist and his lips right next to my ear.
“You do realize we’re both fucked right now. I’m screwing a student, which is wrong, and you’re playing with a teacher.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“The thing is, teach, no one would blame you.” I tilted my head to the side to watch him.
“What?”
“I’m sure the principal has warned you about the bad blood in his school. Told you about the kids that live in the trailer park. That’s me. No one would blame you for what happened here. I’d be labeled a slut and a lot of other names.” I shrugged.
“You’re from the trailer park?”
I smiled. “That’s me.”
I didn’t wait for him to pull out. I stepped out of his hold, which was incredibly hard to do. The moment his cock was out of me, I quickly pulled up my panties and jeans.
“Wait,” he said, and I paused at the door.
My bag was on my shoulder, and I turned to look at him.
“I don’t give a fuck where you come from.”
I tilted my head to the side. “It’s okay. Honestly, it’s not the first time it has happened.” I shrugged. “I’ve got to go.”
I didn’t want to linger here right now.
Even as he called my name, I ignored it and carried on walking.
I needed to keep going because I couldn’t stay and watch him see the real me. The one that the rest of the school judged me for.
My mother was an awful person.
I remembered the first and last time she ever came to a parent-teacher meeting, and it was so embarrassing. She’d propositioned half of the teachers and then gotten drunk from the whiskey she’d sneaked in that day.
It was all a little too much for me, and I had to go.
There was no sign of Lucy, not that I’d expected there to be. My friend had her head all in Taylor clouds.
Walking as fast as I could, I made my way home, crossing the tracks that bordered the trailer park.
The moment I was close to the trailer, I saw Mom outside, cleaning. It was a rare occurrence for her, but it must mean she wasn’t drunk yet, or she’d found a new man she wished to impress.
Either way, I was not in the mood, and before she could see me, I sneaked away.
****
Elijah
For the rest of the week, Mona avoided me.
Not that it was hard to do.
I had my classes, and I saw her around school. If we were in a corridor, she ignored me, and of course, I couldn’t exactly call her out on her shit.
The truth was, I couldn’t get that look she gave me out of my head.
Any other man, a good man, would have reported this to the principal, but I didn’t want to. In fact, I did go to the principal to ask about her as a student.
The truth of the trailer divide was very much real in this high school.
I’d even driven by the tracks and seen the section I’d been told about.
I’d not gone to find Mona.
Still, with every single passing day, I found myself getting angrier and angrier that she was avoiding me. I didn’t judge a person by where they lived. I hadn’t cared a week ago, and I didn’t care now.
So, on Friday night, all on my own, I sat at the same table I had the previous week, and waited.
Mona was there, of course.
I watched her work her way through the tables. She wore a fake smile, which pissed me off.
Gritting my teeth, I waited for her to come and serve me. She saw me sitting there, so of course, I was the last table for her to serve.
“Have you decided what you’d like to order?” she asked, notepad and pen in her hand, waiting.
“I’d like a nice pussy in front of my face for me to lick, and once she comes all over my face, I want to fuck her.”
Her cheeks heated, and she quickly glanced around the room. No one paid us any attention. I wouldn’t embarrass her, not here, not at her workplace.
Besides, what I had to say was between the two of us.
No one else was involved.
“Please, just order some food and don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what?” I asked. “Don’t tell you what I want? What I know for a fact you want?”
“Just order. I can’t do this, not right now.”
I wanted nothing more than to pull her down in my lap, but I couldn’t do that. I barely knew this woman, and yet she was driving me crazy.
I was following her around, eating in places I’d never normally eat, just to get a chance to say hello to her.
At school, I got it.
She was the student; I was the teacher. This shouldn’t be happening, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have it.
I wasn’t going to let her go, not when I’d just found her.
“We need to talk,” I said.
She sighed. “Just order.”
“Tell me you’ll listen to me.”
“This is complete and
total nonsense, Elijah.”
I smiled.
“I mean, Mr. Jenkins.”
“Tonight, after your shift.”
“I’ve got to get home.”
“You think I didn’t ask around, Mona? I know about your home life or should I say, lack of it.”
“It’s not right that you’re checking up on me, spying on me.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll have the fried chicken with all the sides.”
She quickly wrote it down.
“Drink?”
“Coffee.”
She stormed off, and I watched her ass sway as she did. The uniform molded to her body like a second skin. The skirt flared out past her hips, and just the sight of it alone was more than enough to make me hot for her.
I wanted her, and I was going to have her.
She didn’t really speak to me throughout the rest of the night. I was fine with that. She was not rude to me, just silent other than her waitressing duties.
My meal was placed in front of me.
When she leaned forward, I saw the curve of her tits, and it was such an enticing sight, I had to move just to get comfortable again.
I ate a slice of apple pie for dessert, and she kept me full of coffee. Finally, after paying my bill, I waited outside, much like I had that first night.
This time she hadn’t changed out of her uniform as she left the diner. The parking lot was abandoned.
She stared at me and then in the direction where she had to go. Clearly, she didn’t want to leave, and the truth was, I didn’t want her to leave, either.
Seconds passed before she finally moved toward me.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said. “I don’t know what you know about me or don’t. Last week, I lost control. It was a mistake.”
“It’s a mistake I want to keep on exploring.”
She licked her lip and looked past my shoulder. “This is completely crazy. You could get fired.”
“Only if we tell people.”
“Is this your thing? You go to a new town and fuck the first girl you meet?”
“I’ve never fucked a student before in my life. Regardless of what you think, I’m a good guy.” I held my hands out. “What do you have to lose?”
“If this all goes wrong, I’m going to get labeled so many different things, and I don’t want that. I don’t want to be called a whore or a slut.”
“No one will find out.”
She burst out laughing. “Everyone finds out. No one can keep a secret like this. It’s next to impossible.”
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“I don’t even know you.”
“Then give me a chance. You’ll be surprised.” When she didn’t make a move toward me, I reached out, taking her hand.
No one was around to see.
“You feel me.” I rubbed my rock-hard cock against her. “I want you, and I know you want me. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just enjoy it. Enjoy this. Enjoy us. I promise you, you’ll not regret it.”
Then, I kissed her.
It only took a couple of seconds, but the moment her fingers sank into the hair at the back of my neck, I knew I had her.
Chapter Five
Mona
And so, I started an affair with my teacher. For the first month of our relationship, I ignored him at school. I still went to gym, but I didn’t try to pay him any more attention. So, I went about my normal business. I spent most of my time with Lucy, and in between that studying. Friday through to Sunday night though, I was with Elijah, and he showed me so much.
The moment my shift finished on a Friday night, he was always waiting, arms folded, with that look in his eye that always told me he was thinking something naughty.
I wanted those dirty thoughts, and I relished the way his hands always seemed to know what I wanted.
Tonight, as I stepped through his doorway, he pressed me against the wall.
“Do you have any idea how crazy you’ve made me this week?” His fingers teased the skirt of my dress, and I held my breath as they skimmed against my thigh. “Those skirts, I know why you’re doing it. It makes me wonder if you’re wanting me to break some rules.”
“You’re the only one to notice.”
His hand slammed against the wall near my head. “I’m the only one I want to notice. You think any of those little bastards deserve to know how fucking juicy your tits are? How you drive me insane with need? I can’t even think straight when you’re near. The moment you bend over and I see this full ass.”
I cried out as he landed a smack to my ass.
It felt so good when he touched me. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him so badly.
He pushed his cock against my ass, and I wanted to taste him in my mouth. Dropping my bag to the floor, I spun around and sank to my knees.
The best part about being with Elijah was he was so damn giving. He didn’t hold anything back. He gave and gave.
If there was something I wanted to try, he let me. His body became mine just as mine belonged to him. I could do whatever I wanted with him, and he’d showed me how to take his cock, which I loved to do.
Reaching out for his jeans, I released his cock from the tight confines. He was already long, thick, and hard. Wrapping my fingers around the base of him, I licked the tip. He already had pre-cum on the top, and I tasted him, relishing the flavor.
Opening my lips wider, I sucked him to the back of my throat and heard his groan as I did.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Take my cock. Swallow it.”
He hit the back of my throat to the point I gagged. I didn’t mind though. I loved feeling him as he filled my throat.
Eyes closed, I bobbed my head up and down, taking as much of him as I could. When he wrapped his fingers around my hair, holding me steady as he fucked my face, I gave myself over to him, loving him take control.
When we were in his home, I was no longer the trailer park trash, and he wasn’t the gym teacher.
We were just the two of us.
We’d created a little world for ourselves, one I didn’t want to end.
“Oh, Mona, babe, I’m going to come. Don’t swallow. I want to see you hold my load in your mouth.”
Closing my lips over his length, I opened my eyes and watched as he let himself go. It was such a beautiful sight to behold as he gave me his cum. Each spurt filled my mouth with more and more of his creamy jizz.
Only when he was finished did he pull his cock out.
“Open your mouth and let me see.”
Tilting my head back, watching him, I opened my lips so he could see his cum in my mouth.
He wrapped his fingers around my neck. “Swallow it.”
Closing my lips, I swallowed the entire lot and then opened my mouth for him to see.
“You are every single man’s wet dream.” He sank to his knees and his lips were on mine.
It didn’t take him long to get my dress off, my tits out of my bra, and me spread out open on the floor. His lips were on my pussy. He spread them apart, and his tongue teased my clit. Fingers found my cunt, and he pushed two deep inside me.
It wasn’t enough.
I wanted his cock, needed him.
“That’s right, Mona. Ride my fingers. Show me how much you want it.”
I screamed his name as he sucked on my clit.
He didn’t let up, each touch driving my arousal higher. His hands knew exactly what to do with me to make me want him even more. He added a third finger, and there was no fighting it.
“I know what you want, and I’m going to be balls deep inside you soon enough. You’re not going to be able to move with how deep I’m going to be inside you.” He pulled his fingers from me, and his tongue began to fuck me.
There was no rushing him when he was on a mission to make me come. He also had no problem giving my pussy a slap when I was trying to cover myself. When we were in his home, I was to stay naked, keeping myself on display for him. Above everything
else, I was to keep prudish behavior at the door.
He only wanted a dirty bitch who liked to come.
I’d never considered myself a dirty bitch before, but his brand of fucking, I loved it. I loved that no matter how wet I got, he wanted more, demanded it of me. Nothing was ever too hard, too wet, or too pleasurable. He didn’t like me hiding from him, and I loved being open with him, free to be as I was.
I came as he bit down on my clit, and I knew it was just the start of a great weekend.
****
Elijah
I’d always thought of myself as a good guy.
A gentleman.
I’d never done anything wrong, not in my professional career.
I loved being a teacher. I’d always wanted to be one, even when people said it was a waste of time because kids were ignorant fucks. Still, I’d gone to college, done all the necessary classes and courses, and now I was here, with a student in my bed.
I’d fucked her all night long until she passed out from bouncing on my dick. Every single week, I promised myself it would be the last. Being in a relationship wasn’t good. Someone would find out, and there’s no way in hell I’d ever let her get in trouble for this. The only problem was the weeks were so long.
Watching her around school was torture. To me, she stood out in the crowd with her raven hair and blue eyes. She always called to me, and whenever she entered a room, I felt her.
Of course, Friday nights were spent eating at the diner, and the weekends were all ours. I couldn’t give her up.
Twirling a strand of her hair around my finger, I watched her sleep, so innocent. She said she’d been a virgin that first night.
I wanted to know everything about her.
She never asked for me to come to the trailer park. When our weekends ended, she wouldn’t let me drive her home. She’d make me stay out of the trailer park. Her parents were not an accepted topic of conversation either.
In fact, she rarely spoke about herself and always listened to me tell stories of being in the city school. I’d shown her my scars, and she’d seen me having to rub the cramp from my calf many times.
So, each Friday I thought of calling it off. Only, I’d watch her and I knew without a doubt that wasn’t possible. I wanted her in my bed every chance I got. The weekends weren’t enough.