Extra Credit: Ms. Brooke (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  There was a power struggle taking place between the two of them. Ms. Brooke smiled, clearly as aware of as he was. She was older and experienced, but he was young and horny. She could fail him on his test and fuck up his life if she wanted, and he could reveal his secret tryst and fuck up hers.

  The two of them locked eyes with each other. Andy felt his teacher’s hand slowly begin to massage his cock through his pants. He wasn’t sure if it was even possible for him to be any harder than he was at that moment.

  “It’s not right, Andy.” Her words were sincere, but undercut by the way her hand kept rubbing him, working his hard-on between her fingers. “I’ve been hit on by many, many male students before, and even a couple of girls.”

  “I’m not hitting on you, Ms. Brooke.” Andy leaned in and kissed her again, surprised by his own confidence and sexual power. Ms. Brooke was blushing, but still tried to keep her resolve, gently shaking her head.

  “Andy, this is wrong,” she said. “You are a student in one of my classes, for god’s sake!”

  “Nobody has to know, Ms. Brooke,” said Andy. “I just want to learn a little more from you.”

  He reached his hand out and let it come to a rest on her breast. He’d daydreamed about them so many times before in her class, and they were even softer than he’d imagined. Ms. Brooke let out a tiny moan as he gave it a squeeze.

  “Oh, you shouldn’t,” she said, still squeezing his dick. Andy kissed her again and felt her hand undo his pants. He leaned back on the bed and pulled them down the rest of the way.

  Ms. Brooke was blushing an even deeper shade of red. Andy could see how her eyes were locked onto his bulge, poking out against his boxers with an aching need to be released. He could see the look in her eyes and knew exactly what she was thinking.

  “You must have considered it before, Ms. Brooke,” he whispered. “About doing what Nurse Lawson did.”

  She didn’t say anything or even nod, but her hands slowly pulled Andy’s boxers down to his ankles. She was still wearing her cocktail dress, and somehow it made the situation even more erotic.

  “I… I’m not like that,” said Ms. Brooke.

  “You’ve never been alone with a male student before and felt something in the air?” Andy took her hand in his and pulled it onto his cock.

  “I…I…” Ms. Brooke’s mouth was slightly agape, and she slowly began to give Andy a hand job on her own.

  “You haven’t even once thought about letting one of your eager students get in close, about giving them the chance and seeing how far they’d take it?”

  Ms. Brooke took a deep breath, and then suddenly seemed to slip back into teacher mode.

  “Mr. Johnson, you are too cocky for your own good.” She squeezed his cock and then smiled evilly at him. Slowly, but with confidence and control, she brought her lips down to his cock and gave it a kiss.

  “Oh… Ms. Brooke,” he moaned.

  “This is all you get,” she said. “After this, we never speak of this again. You go on with your life and I go on with mine, and this is nothing more than a memory.”

  She spoke as though trying to set a hard limit down in the sand. All it managed to do was turn Andy on even more, and make him more aware of the possibilities.

  Ms. Brooke slowly began to suck the head of his cock, teasing it with her lips and tongue in a way that made Andy feel as though he was at her mercy. He enjoyed the sensation and leaned back into it for a moment.

  It was different from the blowjob that he’d gotten from Nurse Lawson. The nurse had been so brazen, almost proud of what she was doing. Ms. Brooke looked as though she was fighting through her own shame and embarrassment, pulled forward by forbidden lust and her selfish desires.

  “Yeah, that’s right…” Andy set one of his hands on the back of her head and began bobbing it up and down. She was his teacher, so stuck up and cold to him in school, and her lips were around his cock. It was a strange moment, and suddenly all Andy could think about was making her into his slut.

  He pushed his hips forward as far as they would go, feeling his cock press against the back of Ms. Brooke’s throat. She gagged slightly and pulled back, pushing Andy’s hand away and glaring at him.

  “Mr. Johnson!” She had the authority back in her voice, but it only turned Andy on even more.

  “Oh Ms. Brooke,” he said. “Why would you come to a party dressed in such seductive clothing?”

  Ms. Brooke didn’t say anything, but her cheeks reddened slightly.

  “You came here for one reason, and we both know what it is,” he continued. “I’m more than happy to give you what you came here for.”

  “Andy, you are my student!” Ms. Brooke’s chest and big boobs were heaving up and down. “This is so wrong!”

  Andy leaned forward, pushing himself into Ms. Brooke and clumsily running his hands along her back until he found the dress’s zipper. It came down surprisingly easily, and he was shocked to discover that she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath it.

  “It’s okay, MS. Brooke,” he whispered. “You don’t have to be ashamed.”

  “Oh god!” Ms. Brooke cried out, louder than she should have. “Oh my god!”

  “You’re just letting one of your students fuck you,” he whispered. “It’s like Mrs. Lawson said. Every attractive female eventually gives in to the temptation.”

  He spread his teacher’s thighs and pushed his achingly hard cock up in between them. Her pussy was already dripping wet, and it accepted the head of his cock easily enough. Ms. Brooke was tight, but Andy was horny beyond reason and began to pump into her at a fast pace almost right from the very start.

  “Oh, oh, oh.” Ms. Brooke let out rhythmic moans and buried her face into his shoulder. Andy couldn’t believe what was happening. He was fucking his teacher, his strictest, most disapproving teacher. She would give him an F on his semester final, and he’d be back in her class next year.

  “That’s right, MS. Brooke,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re my teacher, and now you’re my slut, too.”

  He slammed into Ms. Brooke with all of the furious intensity he could muster, fucking her with horny desire and a little bit of anger. She had always been so above it all, as though she was looking down on all of the teenagers from her ivory tower. And now she was taking his cock and moaning like a dirty, barroom tramp.

  “Oh, I… I…” Ms. Brooke was staring into his eyes with disbelief. “Mr. Johnson!”

  Andy had forgotten where he was, or what was going on. All he cared about was pounding the older woman’s pussy with all of the strength of his body. She was tighter than he’d expected, and each time Andy pulled out a littler, her cunt felt like it was trying to suck him back in.

  Eventually, Ms. Brooke’s cries began to increase in pitch and volume. Her long fingernails dug into Andy’s back slightly, and the sound of his cock slamming into her cunt echoed through the room.

  “Andy!” cried Ms. Brooke. “Noooooo!”

  She began to tense up underneath him and buried her face back into his shoulder with shame. He’d just made his teacher orgasm, the same teacher who acted like she was impossible to please in class.

  And now he was going to do the same. Andy grabbed at one of her breasts and sucked on the nipple of the other as he shifted his angle of entry, making it so that his cock went into his teacher’s pussy in a way that maximized his own pleasure. It felt so awesome, so much better than he ever could have expected. It felt too good, and Andy couldn’t hold out any longer.

  He rammed his cock as deep inside of her as it would go as he began to blow his load. The pleasure was something else, unlike anything that should be allowed in the world. It was a forbidden pleasure, the ultimate taboo prize, and he’d taken it for himself.

  “I’m not on the pill…” whispered Ms. Brooke.

  “I don’t care…” Andy could barely respond. He was in another realm, one where bliss and satisfaction were all he could feel. The two of them lay together on the bed for
a long moment, until finally there was a knock at the door.

  “Andy, are you in there?” His dad’s voice shocked him into action, and he immediately began grabbing for his clothes.

  “Uh, yeah dad!” he replied. “I just needed a minute on my own.”

  “I’m heading home, and you’re coming with me,” said his dad. “I’ll see you downstairs in five minutes.”

  “Yeah, okay, I’ll hurry,” he said.

  Andy glanced over at Ms. Brooke as he pulled on his boxers. She looked like she was on the verge of burying her face in her hands.

  “This never happened,” she whispered. “Do you understand? This never happened!”

  Andy felt very strange, almost though he suddenly didn’t know who he was. He’d just fucked his teacher, but he was still a teenager. His dad would still punish him if he came home past curfew, and he still had his grades to think about.

  “Ms. Brooke…” he said slowly. “I still need to retake today’s test.”

  “Andy…” She shook her head, and he could tell from the expression on her face that she was back in teacher mode.

  “There are two possibilities. I can take your class again next year or sometime this week you can help me out,” he said. “Maybe there is a way I can earn some extra credit, too.”

  Ms. Brooke sighed, and then slowly nodded, an almost invisible smile forming in the corners of her mouth. Andy smiled back at her and began to really look forward to the rest of the semester.

  END

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  It’s okay, honey. This will be our little secret.

  CHAPTER 1

  The sun was setting over the horizon, and John Ludling was about as tired as a person could be. He was jogging down the sidewalk at a medium pace, headed home from the gym after an intense spring afternoon of training, his gym shorts and tank top slightly damp from the exertion.

  It still wasn’t enough, he thought to himself. John was only a couple of months away from his high school graduation. His goal, if possible, was to completely reinvent himself by the end of the upcoming summer. That meant eating healthy, pushing himself to get out into new situations, and of course, adding some muscle onto his currently rather scrawny frame.

  “Well, there’s always next year,” John muttered. He turned onto the street that led down to his family’s suburban home, and slowed to a walk. He wasn’t entirely dissatisfied with his progress, but the complete overhaul that he’d been aiming for was still outside of his grasp. John had discovered that change, like many people had told him over the course of his life, was very hard to bring about through one’s own force of will.

  He cut across his family’s lawn on the way in. His mom’s car was the only one parked in the driveway, which was not at all unusual. The Ludling family was only a family of two, though the amount of love within it could have supported many more.

  John had been adopted at an early age, shortly after both of his birth parents were killed in a car accident. His mother, Natalie, had only barely been an adult herself when she’d taken him in. Ever since then it had just been the two of them, though they shared a close enough bond to make it feel like a natural arrangement. Natalie was John’s mom, the only one he’d ever known or needed, and he cared for her more deeply than anyone else.

  “Mom, I’m home,” called John as he walked inside. “And I’m sweaty.”

  “I can smell that much from over here!” Natalie was standing in front of the kitchen counter, dicing up carrots on a cutting board. “How was your workout?”

  John eyed his mom as he shut the door behind him and walked into the living room. She was wearing a thin, long sleeve white blouse and a pair of tight clinging jeans, with a pink apron pulled over. Natalie was an attractive woman, though John did his best not to notice. At times it could be difficult, especially given to how prone his friends were to pointing it out and making inappropriate comments, which always managed to get under John’s skin.

  Natalie was short, but she had always carried herself with enough proud, motherly authority to make up for it. She had large, nicely formed breasts, a fantastic butt that her tight clothes frequently exaggerated, and a fit figure that was almost magical in the way it still managed to have curves in all the right places. Her hair was long, and at the moment she had it woven into an elegant looking braid.

  “It was good, I guess.” John walked over and leaned against the back rest of the couch, facing his mom and watching as she slowly made dinner. “I just wish I was seeing more results. I feel like I’m running out of time for the fall.”

  “Oh, sweetie…” Natalie set the knife down and wiped her hands on her apron. “It takes time, remember? And you still have a couple of months left.”

  She came over and slid up against the couch next to him. The angle that his mom was leaned at made her cleavage look like it was about to explode out of the low cut top of her blouse, and it was a struggle for John not to glance down at it.

  “Uh, yeah mom,” he said, feeling her presence next to him. “I guess you’re right.”

  Natalie was his mom, and John loved her, but for the past couple of years, their relationship had been growing more complicated with every passing day. Ever since he’d reached maturity, John had been acutely aware of just how sexy and attractive his mother was, to his own shame and embarrassment.

  She was in her mid-thirties, but looked as though she was in her mid-twenties, and caught the eyes and attention of men of all ages. Just because John was her son didn’t mean that he didn’t notice her in the same way as other men, even though it made him feel guilty and wrong.

  “You know, if I had to guess, I’d say that all of this was for a girl.” Natalie smiled at her son and leaned her face in close to his. “Come on John, tell me about her! I’m your mom, you can’t keep any secrets from me.”

  John sighed and rolled his eyes. His mom was so close to him, and she looked poised for mischief, as though she was planning on trying to pinch his cheek or tickle him, as she had done all throughout his childhood. Sure enough, her hand started to move towards him. John playfully swatted it away, and then felt his body heat up a little as she laughed and slid even closer to him.

  “Shut up, mom,” he said. “I’m doing this for myself. If there was a girl, and that’s a pretty big if, I would tell you about her. Right now, my love life is about as dead as yours is.”

  Natalie had a smile on her face. She set one of her hands on John’s shoulder and brought her face up close to the side of his head, speaking in a voice that was sensual, honest, and almost whispered.

  “My love life is dead and buried by choice, young man.” She cupped John’s cheek in her hand, and turned his head so that his eye’s met hers, their faces only inches apart. “I don’t need to be anything to anyone right now, other than your loving mother.”

  Natalie had never dated anyone for as long as John had been in her life. She had been focused entirely on raising him, and willingly sacrificed going out and being social in the name of giving John all the attention that she could. John had never wonde
red about it much, and enjoyed it just being the two of them, but now that he was getting ready to pack up and leave, he thought about his mom and the soon to be empty home more and more frequently.

  “I’ll be headed off to college in the fall, mom,” said John.

  “But you’ll still be home on vacations!” Natalie ran her hand through his hair, her eyes shining with motherly love and protectiveness. “And you might come back on weekends. It’s not like we’ll never see each other, and besides, I’m busy enough with my craft projects and reading circle, there’s no time in my life right now for dating.”

  “Alright mom,” said John. He smiled at her, and felt a strange tension form in the air. He loved his mom so much, and knew that she loved him back even more. The thought of leaving her to go to college was just as intimidating to him as it was to her, and they both would have to come to terms with it on their own.

  “I… I should finish dinner.” Natalie stood up from the couch, and John relaxed a little. She smoothed out her apron and walked back into the kitchen.

  “Alright mom, I’m just going to watch TV for a bit.” John took one last look at her as she walked into the kitchen, feeling a little more excited than he should have, and then picked up the remote and flicked on the flat screen.

  Before John had time to pick out a channel, there was a knock at the door. He looked over at his mom and could tell just from the quizzical look on her face that she hadn’t been expecting company.

  “I’ll get it,” said John. He walked over and opened the door, and found himself staring into the face of a well-dressed man that he had never seen before.

  “Are you John van Ludling?” The man was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and a black suit that was reminiscent of the uniform of a body guard, or secret service agent.