Nobody knows about the affair my teacher is having with me except the two of us. We promised each other we would never tell anyone about what we had and we’ve kept that promise the last two years. Though Linda always tells me she still loves her husband, she won’t let us be a public…
To be honest, I was feeling pretty fed up that Wednesday afternoon. I had twisted my ankle the day before, and although it wasn’t that serious, it meant that I wasn’t able to go on the usual cross-country run with the rest of the sixth form. I liked cross-country. Although I wasn’t much of a…
Miss Burke returned to the bedroom carrying a tray with a decanter and two glasses. “Here,” she offered a glass. “It’s ginger wine. It will restore and reinvigorate you.” She sat on the bed alongside me and took a long draft from her glass. I sipped and warmth spread from my stomach through my body….
Miss Burke poured out more wine and we sipped as she talked. She asked me if I liked seeing her and Mr S sharing love and I said that I did. She said that was good because watching and being watched by other group members was an important aspect of being a member and would…
The lunch time bell rang, sending a bolt of fear down Claire’s spine. She’d spent the last two lessons stressing about what Mr Sunderland had meant by ‘some kind of arrangement’. Surely he couldn’t mean anything ‘inappropriate’… However, it’s hardly standard practice to catch his pupils fucking in his drama studio at break time. Claire’s…
I had been sitting at the same desk, in the same position for about three hours. This history text book was really not becoming any more interesting to me and this empty classroom was just as boring, no sounds, no company, nothing. As always, my mind got the best of me and I turned my…
Miss Burke collected me in her car at noon and we drove across the city towards her home. “I have been thinking about you,” she said. Shifting in her seat she drew up her skirt, driving one handed. “Look, Thinking about you makes me wet.” She was bare legged. Where her strong thighs met was…
The afternoon passed in a blur. I had two further lessons but managed no more than to stare at text books through them both and saw nothing but images of Miss Burke’s heaving breasts. At the four o’clock bell I made my way back to her class room. She told me to take a chair…
Miss Burke handed me my essay. It was marked at 90% in red pen with a note to see her after class. The class room emptied at the sound of the bell and for a minute or so she tidied up, filling a huge bag with school books. I stood waiting at her desk watching…
Correct Exposure (Teacher Petting) I was always amazed at how someone from my past unfailingly seemed to turn up on opening nights of exhibitions. It didn’t seem to matter which city I was in, some old school friend, long lost family member or an acquaintance from the photography fraternity seemed to find the ads for…
As I rounded the last corner I found myself looking at the door to her class. I knew what would be waiting, the most gorgeous woman I knew. Rachael was my Geography professor. She had started teaching at my university a year ago and had replaced my old male professor who was just a little…
She was running hard – her aertex shirt clinging to her wet flesh, rain and sweat mingling and pouring down her face, her chest, between her breasts and down her belly. The short gym skirt flapping as her thighs pounded against the slippery ground was leaving red marks on the vulnerable skin. Mud splashed on her calves,…
It was a sunny Monday afternoon, and Gemma couldn’t wait for last lesson, Maths. She was the first to arrive, as normal, and sat down at her seat, waiting for her friends to arrive. Maths was her favourite lesson, because she was OK at it, and she had an amazingly good looking young teacher. Gemma…
He wanted her. Rebecca had come into his life four years ago and to this day there has been no other woman that could turn his cock to stone faster than she could. Most of the time she only had to look at him, of course, the attire she chose didn’t help his situation any….
The pictures Sara sent me were quite graphic. Close up shots of my cock sliding in and out of Sara’s cunt; my cock spitting its contents on her clit; her face as she was coming. But the worst of all was the picture of me licking the sperm from her slit. There was no mistaking…