by Jenna Rose
As it turned out, I didn’t, but Margie did have a pair of stockings of a questionable level of sexuality that I would discuss with her later. I slid them on, and after much debate, we both decided that they made me look less slutty rather than more. With our wigs on, we stood and examined ourselves in the mirror.
“Great, right!?” she asked as she bounced up and down.
“It’s great,” I replied, pulling the fabric on my dress down, doing my best to become a bit more modest and failing miserably. At least it would be dark out. Maybe that would save me, but when I came down the stairs and my mom got a look at me, she pretended to faint.
“Oh, Jesus!” she gasped. “My valedictorian daughter has become a floozy!”
“Stop, mom,” I laughed, picking her up and hugging her. “Margaret got it for me. It was the only costume left.”
“Well, at least it’s dark out,” my mom replied. “And maybe the husbands around here won’t notice!”
“Ew, stop,” I laughed.
“I have a pot roast in the oven for when you guys get back,” my mom smiled. “Have fun, be safe and don’t take candy from weird men in a van!”
“Okay, mom,” Margie groaned as mom kissed her on the forehead. “Let’s go, Emily!”
Feeling like the loosest witch in town, I stepped out the front door into the busy Halloween evening.
Our neighborhood was filled with kids and they were everywhere. It was safe where we lived, so there weren’t a lot of parents out, and Margie and I quickly began making our way up the streets collecting as much candy as we could.
“Let me have that!” she exclaimed, snatching a thick chocolate bar in the shape of a pig from me and stuffing it into her basket.
“Hey!”
“You snooze, you lose!” she laughed as she ran into the woods up a dirt trail that led to the next street over. I followed her and found her waiting on the other side with a cheeky look on her face.
“What?” I asked. She didn’t answer. “What!?”
“Oh, nothing!” she laughed as she skipped to the next house. “I just think you’ll like this house.”
She knocked as I came up the steps behind her. There was a portrait of what looked like a teacher who had turned into a zombie holding a pencil like he was ready to stab us both through the chest.
“And why’s that?” I asked. But there was no time for Margie to answer, and I didn’t need one anyway.
My heart almost leapt out of my throat and my knees went weak as the door swung open to reveal Mr. Cox standing there looking gorgeous in a pair of sweat pants and a white Henley.
“Well, what do we have here?” he smiled, dropping some chocolate in Margie’s basket. “A couple of witches—?”
He froze when he saw me, his hand reached out towards my basket.
“Emily?” he asked.
“H—hey, Mr. Cox,” I stammered. The chocolate fell from his hand, but Margie didn’t scramble to pick it up. She was too busy looking at me and smiling.
“Dylan,” he replied. “Call me Dylan.”
My pumpkin basket was just about overflowing with sweets, but all of a sudden, I had a new craving.
Chapter Three
Mr. Cox
“Nice costume,” I stammered.
It would look better on my bedroom floor.
That’s what I wanted to say, but I restrained myself—which was next to impossible considering the fact that my body was suddenly on fire and I was practically drooling all over myself.
There she was, Emily Powell, my former student who I’d been dreaming of for the last four months, standing on my porch wearing the skimpiest witch outfit you could get away with in a neighborhood like this. And boy, was she pulling it off (but not in the way I wanted to do with it).
There was candy everywhere, but she was what I wanted to taste. She was sweeter than it all, her luscious curves taunting me like forbidden fruit, causing my cock to twitch beneath and start to grow.
I suddenly regretted having worn sweatpants and shifted my position behind the door a bit more to hide what was going on down there.
“Thanks. It…it’s a little short,” Emily replied.
Is she embarrassed?
Because she shouldn’t be. Every girl in this town would kill to look like her, but she still didn’t seem to understand just how sexy she was. Was it possible that she’d gone off to college and still managed to maintain her innocence?
She certainly hadn’t succumbed to the freshman fifteen. In fact, her body somehow looked better than ever; her tits sat high on her chest and the hair of her blue wig hung to the curve of her waist, accentuating the hips that had me dying to see her bent over beneath me.
“Don’t worry,” I smiled. “You don’t have to worry about the school dress code anymore.”
“Thank God.” Her laugh was nervous, which turned me on even more. She was still the Emily I’d known—still the sweet girl that was completely oblivious to the spell she’d cast on me.
I knew then that I wasn’t going to be able to resist her any longer. School was done and we were no longer teacher and student; we were just Dylan and Emily, and with her standing on my porch in that witch’s outfit—all bets were off.
But her sister was standing right there! She’d obviously asked her to come out with her and that was why Emily was in front of me, but all I wanted right now was for the little gal to scram.
I could tell by the way that she was looking up at her sister too that the little rascal had some idea of what was going on…
Thankfully, right at that moment, a group of girls saw her and shouted.
“Margaret! Margaret!”
She spun around and jumped when she saw her friends. “Hey, guys!” She turned to Emily. “Be right back! Don’t go anywhere!”
Oh, she won’t, I thought as Margaret jumped off my steps and ran over to the girls, leaving me alone with the gorgeous sexy witch that had once been my student but was now simply mine—even if she didn’t know it yet.
“I—I should go make sure she’s okay,” Emily said. She started to turn away but I took her wrist and pulled her back to me.
“She’s fine,” I told her. “And she told you not to go anywhere, and I agree.”
She blushed and tried to hide it under the brim of her witch’s hat. Her innocence was driving me wild. She was pure, untouched, and all I could think about was taking her inside and ravishing her, claiming her, marking her as mine and fulfilling my fantasy.
I hadn’t seen her in four months but it felt like four years.
“H—how have you been?” she whispered.
“Let’s skip the small talk,” I told her, stepping close enough that I could smell her, feel the warmth from her body. “I want you. I need you. I need us to finish what we didn’t get to in the classroom that day. I’ve been thinking about it since you’ve been gone.”
“I—”
“You felt it too, Emily,” I said. “I know you did.”
“You’re…my teacher, Mr. Cox—”
“Not anymore,” I said firmly. She looked up at me and I could see the feelings in her eyes, the desire. She wanted this too, but something was stopping her.
“I’m with my sister…”
“Later then,” I told her, my hand still on her wrist. Her skin was so soft and all I could think about was how the rest of her body would feel. “Come and see me tonight.”
“I—”
“Emily!” her sister called out. I practically flinched at the sound of her voice, knowing she was going to pull my princess away from me. “Can I go over to Desiree’s house really fast?”
Emily whirled around, causing me to lose my grip on her.
“Desiree?” she called back. Another girl, dressed as a cat—an actual cat, not one of those slutty excuses for costumes some girls wear—waved happily.
“My house is that one there,” she said, pointing two houses down. “I want to show her my new mood board. It’ll only take a few minutes.”
Emily didn’t answer right away, and when she glanced over her shoulder to look at me, as if to ask permission, I gave it to her with my eyes.
“Okay,” she called back. “But not too long!”
“Thank you!” Margaret called back. The girls raced up the road, and as soon as they were heading up the steps to Desiree’s house, I had Emily in my arms and was closing the door behind us.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I told her. “Longer…than I should have.”
“You—you’re not just saying that?”
“I would never lie to you, princess,” I replied, shocked that she could even suggest such a thing. “Since that day before graduation, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”
I pulled back and looked at her, unable to believe what I was hearing.
“Other girls?” I asked. “What other girls?”
“Oh, come on, Mr. Cox—”
“Dylan,” I corrected her.
“I—everyone knows all the girls love you,” she said, averting her eyes from mine. But I wasn’t having that. I took her by the chin and made her look at me.
“The girls might have their eyes on me,” I told her. “But I’ve only ever had eyes for you.”
Her cheeks flushed again and my dick pulsed between my legs, yearning for her tight little slit. She was here in my arms—it felt incredible—but I needed more.
“You really have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” I asked her.
Emily shook her head. “You’re—you’re just being nice.”
“Please,” I scoffed. “You say all the girls are looking at me? Well, you’re one to talk!”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw all the boys at school staring at you when you went by in the hall,” I replied, gritting my teeth as I thought back to all those teenage hornballs checking out my princess. “And I’m sure it’s the same at your college.”
“Not really,” she whispered. “I don’t even have a boyfriend.”
I tried not to, but I smiled and quickly followed it up so she wouldn’t misinterpret.
“You really are innocent.”
But she still didn’t understand and looked away again, almost like she was ashamed of being untouched. And again, I pulled her face to mine.
“I like it, Emily.”
She looked up at me and I almost lost myself in her sparkling eyes.
“You do?” she whispered.
“I love it,” I corrected myself. “And I have to have you. You want that, don’t you?”
Emily was too shy to speak, but she nodded and I leaned in and kissed her, and my whole world shook like a high-magnitude earthquake. Her lips were soft, firm, wet and smooth, instantly making me think about her pussy.
I pressed against her so she could feel my bulge, and she pushed back against me, a sexy moan escaping her lips.
“That’s because of you,” I told her. “I want you, princess. You see?”
Emily nodded again, rested her lips against mine. Unable to contain myself anymore, I wrapped my hands around Emily’s tight little waist and lifted her onto the table behind me. She gasped as I snatched the hem of her skirt up to reveal her pretty little black panties, a thong, that barely covered her mound.
She was wet. I could see it through the thin cloth, and that only drove me crazier.
“I’m going to have you, princess,” I told her. “Has anyone ever eaten your pussy?”
Emily looked like my words had surprised her, then slowly shook her head.
“Good,” I smiled as I tugged her thong strings down over her hip bones.
“We—we don’t have time,” she said. “My sister.”
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “We have time for this. This is all about you. Just sit back and relax, and show me that sweet candy.”
Chapter Four
Emily
Is this really happening!?
I couldn’t believe it. My mind was spinning and my whole body was flushed with heat as Mr. Cox—Dylan—tugged at my underwear.
I’d been shocked enough as it was when Margie brought me to this house, but now I was completely losing my mind. Mr. Cox, the hottest teacher from my high school—actually the hottest guy I’d ever seen in my life—had me on his table with my dress up. We’d just made out, and I was wet for him.
I wanted him…
I had always been attracted to him, that was a given. All the girls at school had been, and had always made jokes about his last name and what they would do if he ever came on to them. Sure, I’d also flirted with him a little bit, but I never expected anything like this to happen.
He was off-limits, wasn’t he?
I had no idea how old he was, but it was enough to classify him as an “older man,” and he had been my teacher. Didn’t that make this wrong?
He’s not your teacher anymore, I thought as he looked up at me from between my legs, his eyes burning with a desire I’d never seen from anyone before. Something about his gaze empowered me, made me feel sexy in a way I never had.
It’s wrong, I thought. But it feels so right.
I lifted myself slightly off the table, which allowed Mr. Cox to pull my panties down. My breath caught in my chest as they came down to my thighs. A smile crept across his gorgeous, chiseled face, and he pulled again and my thong came down to my ankles and fell to the floor.
“Show me, princess,” he whispered.
This time, without hesitating, I spread my legs and showed him my little pussy. I was shaking with anticipation. I felt so naughty. Four months ago, this sexy man had been my math teacher, and now I was showing him something no one else had ever seen. And my sister was outside and would be back any minute!
“So sexy,” Mr. Cox groaned. His strong hands gripped my thighs and spread me open even more. My back arched at his touch and I felt suddenly aware of my womanhood.
When his lips touched the inside of my thigh, I cried out and quickly clasped a hand over my lips to quiet myself. His touch sent a shock up my spine and I had to brace myself against the table to stop myself from collapsing down onto my back.
“No one has ever kissed you here?” Mr. Cox asked me.
“No one has ever even…seen me like this,” I replied. His eyes lit up and he smiled like I’d just told him the greatest thing ever.
He kissed the inside of my other thigh and I shook again. I could see kids walking up and down the street outside his window, and I prayed that Margie would take her time getting back from Desiree’s house.
“You don’t shave,” he said simply.
Does he not like that?
“I—I never had a reason to,” I told him. “I trim a bit—”
“Don’t worry, princess,” he grinned. “We’ll get that all sorted out next time.”
Next time? I started to think, but there was no time for that. Without any more waiting, Mr. Cox leaned forward and pressed his lips against my wet little mound.
“Oh, shit!” I gasped as the sensation rippled through me like I’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. He seized me by my hips and held me tight as he extended his tongue and licked my slit, starting at my hole and finally ending at my clit.
A burst of pleasure shot through me as he pressed down with just enough pressure to drive me crazy. I whimpered, ready to burst as I realized just how much anticipation and tension had led to this.
He looked up at me from between my legs, looking like some kind of fashion model, and as his tongue began to move back and forth across my clit, I lost any control over myself that I still had.
I slumped back on his table and gave myself over to him. His strong, slick tongue rolled across my tiny clit, jolting me with pulses of pleasure. I pressed against him, begging for more as I felt the sweet release beginning to rise within me.
Already!
I’d touched myself before—every girl has—but I already knew that the orgasm rising inside of
me was going to put any of the others I’d had to shame. It was like a sun growing inside me, filling me with heat that curled my toes and flushed my face and made my body tingle.
“Mr. Cox…” I moaned as the sensation continued to grow. “Mr. Cox…”
My math teacher is eating my pussy! I thought as I started to feel dirty (in the best possible way).
I couldn’t imagine what the rest of the girls at school would think if they ever found out about this, let alone saw it. But I didn’t care about them right now. All I cared about was what was going on between my legs.
Mr. Cox slid a finger inside me and I cried out and lifted myself up and stared down at him with my mouth hanging open. He groaned against my soft, wet skin, the vibration of his voice enhancing the already overwhelming pleasure.
His tongue circled my clit and his finger curled inside me. I melted, ached and groaned as he found that spot, the one I’d always heard girls talk about, the one that drove you out of your mind and sent you over the edge.
It’s great if they can actually find it! The girls would laugh. But Mr. Cox had no trouble finding it. He knew exactly where it was, and what to do with it.
“I’m—close!” I stammered as the little golden ball of ecstasy expanded within me. My body was on fire. His tongue was heaven against my wet pussy, and dirty thoughts I’d never had before were filling my mind.
Mr. Cox’s eyes held me with the same strength as his hands. My legs shook, closed around his head, and just as I was about to completely explode, a loud knock came from his front door.
“Emily!” Margie shouted. “Emily! Are you in there?”
“Shit!” I gasped, flinging myself from the table and frantically pulling my thong back on. My wetness was dripping down my legs, and I snatched a dinner napkin from his table and scrambled to dry myself off.
“I know you’re in there!” Margie called out.
“One minute!” I shouted. I turned to Mr. Cox and sighed. “I have to go…”
“It’s okay, princess,” he replied, moving close to me. He smelled so fucking good. “But I’ve only had my first taste of you, and if you think I won’t be back for more, you’re crazy.”