Hot For Teacher

Kathleen Hammond (intro post)

5' 6", long dark hair, blue eyes, creamy fair skin, slim hourglass figure

Katy Hammond sat in the empty library, waiting for the bell to ring and signal the beginning of the next class. She spent all of her breaks hiding herself away here. She had come here on a scholarship, and had never quite fitted in with the kids who had been here from the start.

Now 18, she was preparing for her University career, and looking for to getting away from the image she had been boxed into. The gawky, shy and studious child had gone, replaced by a young woman. She was stll shy and studious, though, and dressed in drab clothes designed to avoid drawing attention to her.

At this moment Katy waqs flicking through a university guide, trying to decide which subjects to concentrate on. She had consistently good grades in all her classes (except Physical Education and Technology), but she excelled in English and Psychology.

Just then she heard the door swing open. She looked up in alarm, afraid she would have to deal with a group of popular kids with only her for a target. The person rounded the bookshelves opposite her, and she finally saw who it was....
 
Helen jumped as the bell rnag. She eeped and gave the guy a apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry but I need to get to the library to do some research. Please excuse me."

She rushed out of the classroom and almost ran into the Head Master. She blushed as she stammered quickly.

"I'm...sor..ry sir. I didn't see you. Please excuse me sir."

She bowed her head as she walked quickly down the hallway, being carefuly not to run into anyone else. She took a deep breath for a moment as she laid her hand on the door to the library. The free period would give her time to work on her story more. She walked in and smiled to the librarian for a moment.

She pushed her glasses back up as they had slipped down during her brisk jog through the hallway. She expected to find the library empty at this time, so it was a surprise to her as she turned around the bookshelf to see another girl in here.

"Oh, hello. I didn't know anyone else would be in here."
 
Walt Wilmot

"Why? Did you think there was more to it?" She arched her back slightly, thrusting her breasts toward him, a wicked smile on her face.

"Well, yes, actually, I did. As I said we could have discussed the assignment i your room." He smiled and moved closer in, between her thighs, so that his fce was very near hers.

"I think we can both agree that we'll need to work very closely, intimately even, to make this experience highly satisfactory for everyone involved."

He gazes deep into her yes and whispers, "and the Head Master would certainly agree." He leans closer yet and his lips brush hers again, even as his hands are just touching her thighs immediately above those stockings.

"Shall we discuss it further here...or elsewhere, Molly?"
 
Dr. Witman:

"Whoops, careful there young lady. I don't want to knock you down," Dr. Hunter says as he catches the young lady who just ran into him as she hurried from a classroom into the hall so she doesn't fall down.

Once she was up right and on her way again he continued his stroll smiling and greeting those who spoke to him and nodding at others as they passed in the hall.

'Why not give the library a look to see who's there and what they're up to,' he thinks to himself as he turns left heading that way still nodding and saying "Hello's" as warranted.

When he enters the library Dr. Witman only sees two students in there at the present time. The young lady who'd bumped into him and another female student.

Walking to where they were he smiles at her as the one facing him looks up and sees him and when he reaches them he says, "Well good day young ladies and how are you both today?"
 
"Shall we discuss it further here...or elsewhere, Molly?"

Molly grins at him and leans forward, brushing her lips against his before leaning back.

"I think it would be in our best interest if we went somewhere else. I'd love to keep my job for longer than a day or two."

She arched her back slightly, thrusting her breasts toward him.

"Is there a good place we could go?" she asked, moving a hand to the buttons on her shirt, releasing the top two, showing him an expanse of silky skin and a hint of the bra beneath her silk shirt.
 
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He reaches out and stops her fingers. He takes her hand and slides it over his bulging jeans as he unbuttons yet another button on her blouse.

"I live about 5 minutes rom here. I'm sure you'd find my house interesting."

He is divorced and has a sizeable home left from his marriage.

He leans in and kisses her full on them lips as his fingertips graze her nipples through her bra.

"Shall we go...you can follow me, if you like, Molly."
 
Katy relaxed slightly when she saw that it was Helen. She was okay, she even talked to Katy now an then, although Katy was far to shy to get very close to anybody.
"Oh, hello. I didn't know anyone else would be in here."
"Hello." Katy replied with a small smile, "No, there isn't usually anybody else here. I suppose that's why I like it..."

Just then she saw the new headmaster entering the library.
"Well good day young ladies and how are you both today?"
"I'm very well, thankyou M.. Mister Witman" she replied with a slight blush.
 
Dr. William Witman in the library:

Dr. Witman smiles at her and wider as she blushes when she speaks to him and says, "Well I'll just bet that you are. Yes indeed I'm very sure of it in fact."

"Now unless you're in trouble and in my office to be repremanded or punished just call me Dr. Will, since my first name is William and
we'll save the formality of Dr. or Mr. Witman for those times you'd rather not be talking to me or me with you."

"And what are your names lovely young ladies," he asks still smiling at them. "I have to learn the names of my students don't I? How else could I call you by name."
 
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Helen smiled back To Katy adn was about to take a seat when she heard someone behind her. She turned to see who it was and ended up falling into the chair. She caught herself, but she hadn't expected to see the HeadMaster in here. She blushed as well at being called lovely.

"Hello again sir...I'm Helen....Helen Robinson.."

She quickly smoothed out her skirt as she look up at him.

"I'm sure I won't be needing to be punished anytime soon Dr. Will."

She gave a weak smile, still a little blush as she tried to pass it off as a joke.
 
Dr. Witman:

"One would hope not Helen, well unless you liked it of course," he says laughing as he looks into Helen's eyes then the other young ladies and back at Helen again as she looks up at him blushing.
 
Katy laughed nervously at the Headmaster's comment, and tried to suppress the mental image that it suddenly popped into her head.

"I'm Katy... um, Katy Hammond... Sir" she couldn't quite bring herself to call him 'Will'. She felt slightly uncomfortable in her own skin as he looked at her, and cast about for something to say. Anything to fill the silence.

"I, um, heard that you'll be taking us in Psychology classes?"
 
Helen's eyes widen for a moment at Katy's words before she blushed even deeper.


"Don't you mean he'll be talking to us in Psychology class?"

She quickly rummaged through her bag to try and hide her embarrassment.
 
Dr. Witman w/ Katy and Helen:

"Well Katy, I suppose Sir is better than Mr. Witman, but I hope you'll be able to call me Dr. Will one day soon and yes I'll be instructing this sessions psych class for seniors only. The class is titled, "Human sexuality and what society calls perversions". A class I think the seniors should have as a part of Sex Ed before they go out into the wicked world," he chuckles.
"Will you both be in the class?"

"Ahhh, Helen, very good. It seems you too caught Katy's lovley Freudian Slip," Dr. Will laughs softly.
"I must say it evoked very, shall we say, interesting images when she said it," he adds chuckling and winking at them both.
 
Chuck Shepherd intro (in the Writing Craft classroom)

OOC: Chuck Shepherd isn't very bright, even for a football player. He tries to be nice to everyone, including the unpopular types, although his lack of tact makes him say things that are better left unsaid sometimes. This inability to know when to shut up gets Chuck into all sorts of trouble with teachers.

Thankfully, his 6'2", 200-pound muscular frame commands enough respect and popularity among other students to make them overlook those flaws; his performance in helping the school football team win games does likewise for the school staff. A Marine hopeful, Chuck wears his dirty blond hair very short and pointing straight up.

IC:
Chuck rushed into his classroom late, having missed his bus and ran all the way to school. He could have just skipped it, of course. That's what most popular students did. Then again, most popular students were either bright enough to pass the courses without coming every class, or didn't need a diploma. Chuck fit neither category. No diploma, no way into the Marines. So, he promised himself to work hard this semester and pass all his classes, including the dreaded Writing.

He closed the door behind himself with a loud bang, which startled everyone in the room and made them lift their eyes at the intruder. He didn't do it on purpose, of course, just didn't properly measure his strength.

"Damn, no teacher," Chuck thought. "And she probably took attendance already." He was hoping to excuse his lateness with the teacher, but now it seems he would have to go report to Head Master. "Damn." Or, maybe, he can find out where the teacher went and still catch her?

Noticing Charles he called out: "Hey, man, where did the teach go?"
 
She moans at his kiss and slides her arms around him, slipping her tongue against his lips. He tasted like coffee and mint. She flicked her tongue against his, teasing and retreating over and over again.

His hand on her breast, teasing her nipples drives her mad and she breaks the kiss, staring into his eyes, his fingers still teasing her nipples.

"I don't think I can make it that far," she whispers and unbuttons another button on her shirt, pulling it open all the way and flicking open the front clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts for him.
 
Getting no answer from Charles, Chuck shrug his shoulders and looked at another student working nearby. "I think I heard her say she was going to Mr. Wilmot's class next door," the student said.

Chuck thanked the helpful fellow and walked back into the corridor. A dozen steps down the hall he came to the door to Mr. Wilmot's classroom. Chuck tried the door, but found it locked. So he did the next natural thing: peeked into the small window that every classroom door had built in.

"Whoa" fell from his lips and his eyes widened. From where he stood he saw Mr. Wilmot's desk and Ms. Anderson, the Creative Writing teacher. Her white blouse was wide open, the big empty cups of her bra dangling freely, while her magnificent breasts stood in their naked beauty. Chuck's eyes feasted on his teacher's tender breasts, her nice pink nipples, which stood out excited like little soldiers.

Too mesmerized by the erotic sight before him to move, Chuck just stood there staring. "Man, she is hot!" he thought.
 
Molly's eyes darted to the door at the sound of the door being tried. She grinned and leaned back, giving the boy a better view of her breasts, running a hand up to pinch her nipples.
 
Everything inside Chuck froze as he saw Ms. Anderson's eyes find his. Cursing himself for peeping like some sick pervert, he mentally prepared for the hellstorm he thought was about to hit. "Yeah, Chuck, way to build a friendly relationship with the teacher of your hardest subject." Blazed through his brain while his body stood mesmerized. "I'm so dead."

But what was that? Ms. Anderson didn't panic, didn't get embarrased or angry after catching his gaze. Instead the hot buxom redhead arched her back, thrusting those perfect tits at him.

She saw him, she had to have seen him. He saw her see him, and yet she wasn't mad! "Could it be that she likes me watching?" Chuck thought.

When Molly twisted her nipple, looking at him, Chuck suddenly felt as though a mountain fell off his shoulders. He controlled his body again, as the shock wore off. At the same time he became painfully aware of his throbbing erection, which could barely be contained in his shorts. Pulling them down, Chuck gave his cock a couple of jerks, his eyes fixated on Molly's lucious tits.

"What am I doing? What am I doing?!" Chuck suddenly thought. "Someone is going to catch me. I'm standing in the fucking school hallway masturbating! This is crazy!"

He quickly stuffed his hard cock back into its cotton confines and looked around: nobody. Chuck sighed in relief. But what was he to do in this peculiar situation? Just walk away? "No way!" Chuck thought. Finally he agreed to just peep, but do nothing more.

With that, he returned his focus to Molly's perfect tits.
 
Molly noticed Chuck's arm moving in swift jerks near his crotch. She grinned at knowing she could turn a man on like that. Without thinking, she stood up and kissed Walt, then pulled away and walked, breasts bared, to the door and opened it, pulling Chuck in quickly, then closing and locking it again.
 
Chuck with Molly and Walt in a locked classroom

Bolts of electricity shot through Chuck's arm, spreading through his entire body, when Ms.Anderson took his arm in hers to pull him in.

After the door was locked behind him, Chuck just stood there before his semi-naked teacher awestruck. His face flushed, mouth open, breathing rapid, and blood pounding in his ears. With her perfect tits just two feet away from him, Chuck was unable to look at anything, but those big beautiful orbs, their sway in tact with her breathing.

"So big!" he breathed out and carefully extended his hand to touch the objects of his burning desire, ready to pull away at any moment, as though the touch might burn. It didn't. In fact, it felt great - the feeling of her soft skin against his palm, the weight of her breast: everything.

Meanwhile this added stimulation made Chuck's already erect cock fill out even further, getting harder and bigger, to the point when his shorts could no longer restrict it. The cloth gave way and Chuck's raging cock popped its head over the top of the waistband, as if to have a first hand look at the tits that inspired it. Embarrased, Chuck tried to stuff his erection back into its cotton prison, but it simply wouldn't fit.
 
Molly threw a glance over at Walt before turning back to Chuck. She licked her lips and pushed his pants down completely, dropping to her knees in front of him.

Wrapping her hands around his cock, she moaned softly, staring up at him and stroking his hard penis slowly, flicking her thumb over the head of his dick.

Slowly, methodically, she stroked him, then leaned down and took his cock into her mouth, her tight lips wrapping around as her mouth slid all the way down his cock.
 
"Ahhh, Helen, very good. It seems you too caught Katy's lovley Freudian Slip," Dr. Will laughs softly.
Katy gasped, clapped a hand over her mouth and flushed bright pink. She had no idea of the double-entendre as she had said it, and was painfully embarassed.

She had never had a teacher with a manner quite like Dr Witman, nevertheless she did her best to regain her composure.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean that you'd... that we would... erm..."

She failed utterly. Then she took a deep breath and tried again.

"Yes sir, I'll be in the class. I'm thinking of majoring in Psychology. Is there any reading that I should do before class?"
 
Chuck with Molly and Walt

Chuck couldn't contain his moans as Ms.Anderson's skilled hands worked on his cock, sending waves of excitement up his spine. When her lucious red lips wrapped around his head, Chuck shut his eyes in pleasure. When he opened them again, a careful observer could have noticed how they changed. The hot redhead kneeling before him just stopped being Ms.Anderson, his teacher, and now was nothing, but a hot chick to be fucked.

Instinctively, Chuck's hands slid down and rested on Molly's head, as he gently pushed his hips forward a bit, encouraging her to take him deeper.

His eyes in the meantime met Walt's and Chuck gave him a knowing wink, a wide grin never leaving his face.
 
Molly moaned and sucked harder on Chuck's cock, taking it further in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off and sucked the head, stroking the length of his wood as she looked up at him. Her nipples were unbelievably hard and her pussy was wet. She shivered in anticipation at the thought of two men fucking her ... or one fucking her while the other watched.

She pulled away and stood up, stepping back over to Walt's desk. Walt walked over to Chuck and grinned, watching Molly as she took her shirt and bra off completely, rubbing her nipples. Then she turned and unzipped the back of her skirt, letting it pool at her feet in a whoosh of fabric. She stood with her back to them in her underwear and thigh-highs, her heels still on. She knew the view must be driving them wild.

Slowly, she slid her panties off and stepped out of them, turning back around, baring her body to them.

She sat on Walt's desk and licked her lips, spreading her legs wide and laying back, fingering her clit.
 
Chuck, jumping at the chance (and Molly)

The sight of Molly laying on the desk with her legs spread wide was the last straw that sent Chuck's brain offline. He was no longer thinking - only drifting in the sea of passion the room was full of.

When he saw the inviting sight of Molly's wet pussy lips, slightly parted, as if asking him to come in, Chuck rushed forward. He grabbed Molly's thighs in his strong arms and thrust his pelvis at her madly. He missed, of course, his poorly guided cock stabbing the woman's thighs and mound and leaving wet traces where it hit. Eventually, Chuck realized his mistake and used a hand to guide his tool smack inbetween Molly's lips. Then he pushed, stuffing her pussy with his cock, forcing his way in as deep as he could.

Too horny to take it slow, Chuck went back to thrashing his hips wildly as soon as he felt comfortable, putting the full strength of his athletic body into each thrust. This made Molly's tits jump wildly around her chest - a sight that turned Chuck on even further and made him go even faster - and his balls emit a distinct wet sound every time they smacked against Molly's wet skin.
 
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