Please Help Me, Teacher ~closed~

Michelle flushed as his arm lightly touched her shoulder than pulled the sleeve down. What was wrong with her? She knew she was playing with fire again. She could've easily gotten one of the nerds to tutor her but this... This was WAY more exciting than being tutored and hell, maybe she liked playing with fire.

The cold air from the air conditioning brushed her shoulder.." she whispered softly.

She held her breath, partly hoping she was wrong part hoping she wasn't wrong, that had been one adjective...right?
 
"the cold air lightly brushed he shoulder" he whispered into her ear, his lips almost brushing her ear lobe

"An adverb adds to a verb" he said as his other hand slid
Along her shoulder. His fingers dipped the
Shoulder of her shirt and slid down her arms. His eyes swelled as the other breast filled
His vision. They were so full and the
Light bronze of her tan made him groan. He didn't slide it too far down though, the straps offer bra was the only portion visible

"Now let's try that again" he whispered as his fingers slid back up to her shoulder, but his fingertips played along the full flesh of the tops of her breasts
 
Yes! She got it wrong. She inhaled his cologne as he pushed the other sleeve down and had to keep from shivering as he whispered in her ear. She bit her lip, the last time they'd gotten this far she ran. Of course last time she had buttons so it lasted longer.

"His hand lightly brushed her breasts.." she said but it came out a whisper again.

She couldn't believe this was happening. She'd never actually had fantasies about Mr.Morgan and really just thought of him as what his occupation was, a teacher. She'd dated older men though, guys in college.

"Was... That better?"
 
He cursed to himself as she answered correctly. There was no hidin his arousal now

"yes you did" he said as he slowly stood
Up. Then he walke out in front of her. He slid one hand up his thigh, over the bulge in his khakis and gestures tithe zipper

"Well just like yesterday you ll find out the a swer to your question" he said with a wink, " but just the zipper. Question for question. And now give me
An adjective" he said as his ees drank in her exposed
Flesh and he ached for her touch
 
her eyes followed his every movement from the moment his hand trailed up his thigh until it hit his zipper. That fire she was playing with only seemed to get bigger. Unconsciously, Michelle licked her lips.

"She likes getting fucked super hard.." she said purposely adding two adjectives.

She could imagine that happening now, her being bent over the desk. She bit her lip so that she wouldn't moan. Even though she wasn't in a porn movie this was starting to feel like one. All they needed was a camera .
 
He slowly slid the zipper down eat hung the way her eyes tracked his hand. She was so going to be his slut, he thought to himself

He almost missed her answe, and he stepped closer to her

"I'm sorry, but that was two" he told her. He reached down, as he stepped behind her again. His
Fingers slid over te flashi of her exposed arms as he caught her shirts sleeves. He tugged ten
Further down. Her shirt slipped down, revealing her full round breasts clad in her Lacey bra. He smiled down at her as he drew his hands back up her arms, his fingertips grazing the outer curve of each breast. His lips slid against her ear

"Now how about an example of the passive voice" he said in a husky list filled voice
 
Again she held her breath as his hands pushed her shirt down. Tomorrow she was SO wearing a tube top. Her whole body trembled with lust."P-passive voice..?" she had to think, to remind herself what passive voice was. His husky voice was a major turn on.

"I like when guys touch me." she whispered.

It barely registered that his lips were against her ear. She leaned her body against his so that she could get an idea of how big his cock was.
 
He smiled at her response, she was wrong.

"She likes it when she is touched by guys. That would be the way of passively saying that" he told her. He looked down as she leaned back. Her full breasts thrust up in her bra, bronze orbs swelling together. He felt her back and shoulder press against his groin, his long thick shaft quite rigid along his thigh. He let his hands slide along her arms, up to her shoulders. His finger slipped over one shoulder, catching the strap of her bra. He slowly slid it down over her shoulder, a small groan, deep
And throaty, filled her ear as the strap slid down her arm, exposing a prodigious expanse of her left breast

"Now michell. Try the active voice" he told her in a voice that got deeper by every moment. His hands rested on her shoulders, and his fingers swept back and forth over the flesh of her swelling breasts, just caressing the tips, and his cock pressed into her shoulde, his zipper slid down
 
Michelle pursed her lips as she tried to focus on what the active voice was. If the sentence She likes guys to touch her was passive voice then... Her thoughts trailed off as he touched her. How could a girl concentrate when a hot older guy was tempting her to give the wrong answer?

It was hard especially when she felt the shape of his cock through his partially unzipped pants against her shoulder. He was hard.

"The guy fingered the girl.."
 
He smiled at the sound of her voice. But she was right.

"Very good" he said as he slid bak around, standing in front of her

"Now this time. You undo the button" he told her as he gestured to himself, he was getting a little uncomfortable in his jeans. He looked down at her breasts as he stood tere, eyeing the full sweep of exposed flesh where her one bra strap hung loose

"Now tell give a sentence with the past participle " he said as he leaned closer to her, his crotch only a foot from her face. He wanted to see her undo his button, he wanted to feel her hand linger. He wanted her to be suffering. Like he was
 
Michelle was shocked she'd gotten the answer right despite how hard it was to fully concentrate. As he moved in front of her and all but ordered her to undo the button, she did just that, swallowing hard as her hand trailed down the length through his pants, her lips parted. She wiggled in her seat to try and stop the burning tingle between her legs.

He's your teacher!!! she mentally chastised herself.

Clearing her throat, "Past participle.." she repeated, god she wanted to touch him...badly. " He was hard because he looked at her tits.."
 
He held in a groan as he felt her hands slide over him. He was aching to be free. He needed to let the monster breath. He was a little shocked though as she answered correctly

"That's right in more ways then one" he said with a smile.

"I guess you get to expose a little more of me. Pull my pants down " he said as he looked down at her, watching every move of her arms make her twin orbs swell or jiggle

"Now give me a simile" he told her ass he leane closer, working his loins closer to her. Aching, throbbing!!
 
She blushed at his response and then made her move to pull his pants down. Again, unconsciously she licked her lips as let him loose so to speak. God, she was horny. She chewed on her bottom lip as a fuckload of dirty thoughts filled her mind all involving Mr.Morgan.

"Um..I like big cocks..like totally love them?"

Please be wrong, please be wrong.

Granted when she was right she got to see his cock but was it terribly slutty of her that she wanted him to see her melons,maybe because of his admission that they had been the reason he was hard.
 
he smiled as her hands tugged his pants down. His cock throbbed in his boxers now

"oh I'm sorry. His cock is like a cucumber" he told her as he stood in front of her. He reached one hand up to her bra, then slowly circled around her, lettin his fingers slide up the mistrial to the shoulder. He put his jads on her shoulders as he stood behind her. His finger caught the strap and slowly slid it off her shoulder. He slid it further down, watching as it revealed
Her swelling breasts. His other hand slid to her other strap and he tugged them down. He watched as her nipples slowly came into view. He tugged lower completely exposing her full tits. Then his hands slid up, catching each hefty orb In a hand. He let his fingers slide over her skin though, feelin wr nipped harden

"Now give me a metaphor" he said as his heart thundered and his hands slid back up to her shoulders his eyes staring at wr tits as they swelled with every breath. They were indeed all real, and all delicious !
 
Her eyes never left his cock."Fuck yeah it is..." she mumbled then blushed when she realized that he meant the sentence and the fact that she'd thought that out loud. Her whole body tingled with pleasure that she'd gotten the answer wrong.

She moaned as his hands brushed down her tits while pushing the rest of the bra down.

"Told you... They were real." she teased before answering her question," Her melons were perfect for fitting that cucumber between them.."
 
He slowly circled around her, his fingers slidin over her flesh

"they are a pretty pair" he told her as he stood in front of her. His hand slidin down to cup one full melon

"that is very accurate. You got that right. Now go on and see if I was lying" he said as he stood in front offer gently fondling one tremendous titty
 
Shakily she moved her hands to pull his cock out of his boxers and moaned .

"Big like a cucumber.." she murmured gently stroking him.

This was probably against every rule of conduct at this school but she really didn't give a fuck and apparently neither did Mr.Morgan. Her nipple hardened against the palm of his hand. "I'm sorry for doubting you, Mr. M but most guys my age lie about their size just to have sex... Guess I'm just used to the habit."
 
His entire body throbbed as her small hands slipped into his boxers and pulled out his cock. Her hands slowly slid up and down his thick memeber

"Oh don't worry. I'm sinuses to girls your age lying about their tits. I'm sorry I didn't believe you" he til her as his hand cuppe one full melon, his hymn slipping over the hard nipple, feeling he rigid warm flesh

"and the best part of all of this is that your learning. It's a shaw we
Can't do this during a test " he sai with a smile as he leane closet to her, hisdick was so close to her

"And now we can talk about some of those directions you need to follow" he said with a grin, and as e stood there having her stroke his cock, his hand rolling one hefty tit in his hand, her phone rang again!!!
 
She closed her eyes trying to block out the insistent cellphone ring. Groaning, she grabbed it out of her bag to look at caller Id then she glanced urgently at the clock."Shit! I... I have to go, I'm late and my parents...they get worried."

Her parents... Damn it, saying that mad her feel 8 instead of 18.

Michelle pulled her bra back on and then after taking a deep breath to calm her raging hormones again, pulled her shirt back on . "Thanks for the ... Erm the review Mr.Morgan . Same time tomorrow?" at his confirmation she hurried home.

That night after doing her English homework, she couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering to her sexy well endowed English teacher.
 
The whirlwind that culminated in her disappearing made him groan, but the sight of that tight little ass as it left the room was another delight

He hadnt said anything as she cursed her folks, but he was indeed a good bit happier when she had asked for more. He had nodded in reply

That night had been torture as he spent the entire time fantasizing about her, all of her, more of her. He smiled as he spent the evening coming up with a hidden camera, he didnt want to have to reemember what she looked like, he wanted to be able to watch!

The next day he got to class early adn set up his hidden camera, testing it a few time through the day, praying she would take the same seat again.

He sat back and held his breath as his last class started, her class. He watched kids file in, aching to see her
 
Michelle was so stoked for English for the first time EVER since senior year. Today she word a bright red tube top *and made sure the swells of her breasts were visible... Which they were. She wore a short blue jean skirt that hugged her body.

Needless to say, she got plenty of attention which was not unusual but there was only one guy whose attention she was seeking.

The last class of the day came and there he was in all his handsome glory. Brushing past him she took a seat where she had the day before so he'd get an easy view of her sexy outfit of the day.
 
it was difficult not to oggle her when he came in. The snug tube too she wore had to be against school dress code, but she obviously ha gotten away with it. Her full round breasts couldn't be more accentuated. The tips of her chest swelled out from that band of fabric. He Locke his lips as she slid by. The skirt she ware rode high and showed off a pair of amazing thighs, and she sat down. Rift where he had her yesterday. He turned in his camera

"Alright class today is going to be like an open notes quiz. I'm gonna give you a sheet to fill in. Go ahead and use your books"

He had made it wxtremly easy, but a little long winded. With everyone distracted by the task, and being able to use there books even the difficult kids would be distracted, well, he would be free to toy with Michele. After all she was up front, and the way the room was arranged, nobody could really see her well , except for him

"So please give it some real effort. It's an easy A for Pete s sake. Ok" he said as he stood up handing out the test to his class, Savin her for last. He slipped a piece of paper with hers

"The more I see you work ;) the better your grade will be" the note read. He was very curious to see how she would inerpret that
 
Taking her test, she frowned as she pulled the note from underneath the test and a small smile graced her features. Michelle glanced up Mr.Morgan. Taking her notes out as well as her book she began looking for the answers. Putting 'work' into this quiz was not going to be THAT easy since there were others in the room.

As she began writing down her answers, she glanced around then accidentally dropped her pencil. It rolled across the floor. *Raising her hand, she asked if she could retrieve her pencil, at Mr. Morgans nod, Michelle stood and sauntered to where her pencil rolled and bent over, making sure that he'd be able to see inside her tube top.*

It was tight but not so tight that he wouldn't be able to see a little bit of skin, not to mention her skirt rose slightly as she bent over.*

Grabbing her pencil she went back to her desk and finished up her test.
 
he had been trying to be diligent, his eyes scanning over the room, looking for cheaters, but really with an open notes quiz cheating was really hard to find. He tuned his head back as Michele rose, he watched her approach, hips swaying and eyes twinkling. She bent down to get wr pencil

Her full chest pressed against that top of hers, the tips of her tits billowing out dangerously, calling his eyes swelled as her chest did. She smiled as she leaned back up, half turning as she did to offer him a delightful glimpse of one rounding ass cheek. Yum! So she could follow directions after all

He grinned at her as she sat down, notin the buzz in the class as they worked. He slowly stood up and walked over to Michele, acting as though he was going to help, he leaned down to talk to her. His hand slid towards her paper, but as it did, her body hid it from the classes view, and his palm spread out over one massive orb, squeezing it softly. His lips next to her ear

"It's nice to see you follow directions" he said as he stood back up, his fingers finding her nipple as he removed
His hand. And returned to his desk
 
Michelle bit back a moan as Mr. Morgan grasped her tit then squeezed her nipple. Biting her lip, her head spun. She couldn't believe this was happening while other people were around. It was a little exciting, the thrill of getting caught,

Once Mr. Morgan made it back to his desk, she chewed on the tip of her pencil pretending to be deep I thought and parted her legs so that he could see her pink thong and her shaved pussy lips peeking from the thin and little material.*

Raising her hand,"Mr.Morgan, I don't understand this question, right here? Can you help me, please?"
 
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