You CAN’T Fuck a Teacher

You CAN’T Fuck a Teacher

…I’m Jason. I was only half listing to my girlfriend Trina talk about her big crush on the schools male drama teacher, Mr. Miller. I was more interested in feeling her nice tits as I had my hand under her T-shirt and feeling them. I was getting her hot and the hotter she got, the more she talked about her big crush.
I decided to mess with her.
…..“Have you ever thought about what his cock feels like?…what it would be like if he made a move on you?…kissing you and feeling you up?” She giggled all embarrassed and said: “Well…I guess I have…. a little. “ I said: “You CAN’T fuck a teacher! You can fantasize all you want, so dream on Trina.” She giggled and we began laying down on her bed. After getting her pants down, we started in fucking. I said: “Just imagine I’m Mr. Miller and I’m madly in love with you and have to have sex with you…” She closed her eyes and moaned softly…. “Ok…take me Mr. Miller…I know how bad you want me…fuck me now..”
….. She had a big climax as we peaked our fucking. Later I said: “You naughty girl, you were fantasizing that I was Mr. Miller and he was having hot sex with you, you can’t fuck a teacher!” We both laughed, but I kept laughing for a long time because she knew nothing about what was happening to me…..at this very point in time.
(Trina thought…) We’ll see about that ‘Can’t fuck a teacher’ stuff. Next year I’ll be out of high school and he won’t be a teacher to me anymore. No rules say he can’t have sex with an ‘ex’ student. Right now nobody knows it but we’ve already kissed and he felt me up real good after class one time. I want to have sex with him. He’s the most handsome sexy man I’ve ever met. I’m going to fuck an ‘ex’ teacher of mine, you just wait….


(Jason…)
…..Mrs. Lamar, my Art teacher, hung the sign ‘Detention’ on her classroom outside door. She closed and ‘locked’ the door. Her nice full tits began to rise up and down as she began to get excited. I was in detention again with her. She turned around and gasp, as I stood there smiling right in front of her. I bent down and started running my hand up under her skirt, slowly up her leg and felt her slick silk panties. She didn’t move and closed her eyes. She began ‘as usual’ to whisper to me: (“…Jason, we can’t do this, I’ve told you before. Now please take your seat and study.”) I didn’t stop, ‘as usual‘.
…..I let my fingers trace her panties all around her legs and waist. She shivered, as usual. She started in, saying (as usual)…in a whisper: (“…you know the rules, you can’t touch a female teacher, you’ll get kicked out school and into big trouble. We’ve been over and over this. Please remove your hand from under my skirt and I will forget it ever happened. This will be the last time I do this for you. Please take your seat and ‘try’ not to do this again. I know you don’t want to get in trouble..”) I inched her panties down below her pussy. I felt her damp pubic hair. (“…please don’t do that Jason, ‘try’ real hard to control yourself. I know your parents wouldn’t want you to do this. You have to try harder not to feel my body like this….are you listening to me?”) I leaned in and rubbed my cheek on hers. She didn’t move, but just gasp for more air. (“…Jason…don’t do that please…I…a….I know how you…. feel and It just can’t be. Are you trying at all Jason?….we can’t….continue this…you have to ….control yourself…..(gasp)…oh don’t Jason…your just making it harder……please stop kissing my neck….I’m going to get mad Jason!….oh!….(gasp)….don’t put your finger in me please….your making it so hard to control yourself…..this will have to be the last time we do this…..ooooo…careful Jason….my vagina is very sensitive right now and your not helping…

…..5 minutes Jason..5 minutes is all…, and then we stop…ok? I‘m a married woman, and you can‘t do this….no more kissing today. I‘m getting all sweaty. Oh Jason…don‘t put my hand on your erection, it just makes it bigger. You don’t want to leave here with a big erection do you!…no more kissing I told you…I..mmmm oh Jason…stop please….you know I can’t take..mmmmm…I can’t breath Jason! We have to work on stopping this. I want you to go home and masturbate and think about some other woman, not me…ok?…we’ll try that and see how it works…ok..? Jason. .open your eyes and listen to me! Now take your finger out of me and go sit down!…stop rubbing me there…you know I can‘t take that. Oh…Jason…you know I orgasm easy with you, and this is the last time we do it….ooooo…you better hold me so I don‘t fall down Jason….damn you…ooooo…oh my god Jason…not again…oooooo…hold me tight Jason, you know my legs always get weak….Yes!…hold me tight like that.”

(I shot cum in my pants…lots of cum.)

“Ok, ok, that’s enough…now go sit down… ”)
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…..Finger fucking a teacher to orgasm was the most thrilling thing I had ever done. The risk, …and getting her to let me do it was the best.

….This was the same routine when Mrs. Lamar would put me in detention after class. All teachers were allowed to keep students after class to discipline them.