The New Teacher (closed to OttawaGuy50's)

[OttawaGuy50s]

The voices in the hall were a few straggling students leaving the school, along with the gym teacher, joking with them on the way out. Bob turned to see them pass the open door, then turned back to Gwen, who was still eyeing his bulge.

"Gwen?" he said.

"Huh? What?" she replied.

"Did you want me to... " he started.

"Fuck me on the desk? Yes please," she thought, she hoped not out loud.

"... help you with your ideas, or.." he finished.

"I think I am good," she said, mildly disappointed.

"Okay then," he said. "Let's pack up and I will walk you to your car."

They said goodbye at her car. Bob held the door open for her and got yet another good view of her pink (and he assumed, aching) pussy as she climbed in.

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Gwen got home and went up the stairs to her third story apartment. She dropped her bags on the bed and removed the few remaining articles of clothing she had on. She walked naked to the bathroom and turn on the shower, letting the water run while she got her 'bath stuff' out. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a mild soap for "down there", razor (twice a day lady grooming), and her pink scrubby. She loaded all her supplies onto the charcoal grey granite shelves in the roomy stall and stepped in. The small and dim pot lights in the ceiling of the stall gave her just enough light to see what she was doing, but keeping the mood quiet and

The hot water flowed softly from the rainfall shower head through her hair, trickling down over her naked body. Her blonde hair darkened as it became soaked and clung to the back of her neck. She put a dollop of body wash on her scrubby and caressed her neck, shoulders, breast and tummy with it. She continued to soap her thighs, ass and the rest of her legs. She grabbed her bar of mild soap and delicately soaped her pussy and mound. She took her razor in hand and made smoot strokes above her mound, shaving the almost unnoticeable blonde hairs. Her left hand slide between her thighs and pushing her puffy pink lips to one side to shave, and repeated the action on the other side. She took the hand-held nozzle and rinse between her legs. The tingles returned.

She changed the setting on the hand-held to a slow pulse and let it beat gently on her mound. She adjusted the water temperature to be a little warmer as well. In thirty seconds she crouched slightly and redirected the water flow to her pussy. She thoroughly rinsed her scrubby, covered it in the mild soap and began to scrub between her legs.

"The bulge," she thought, now rocking her hips in rhythm with her scrubby hand.

She raised the hand-held to her breasts. Moving slowly from one to the other, enjoying the sensation as the water hit her tiny but erect nipples, and then down her tummy to her busy hand again.

She envisioned Bob's bulge, leaking in it's half-hard state, and soaking through his briefs and his beige khakis.

She dropped the scrubby and replaced it with her hand, still busy, but with a new task.

 

[bankbabe13]

Even though alone in her apartment, Miss Johnson blushed at her own taboo thoughts about Mr Hudson and even some of the rough older looking students.
Why was she rubbing her bald pussy thinking about his bulge. He was a colleague not a lover but the young blonde let the warm weather cascade over her body. Gwendolyn's perky little breasts rising and falling at the touches of her own fingers. Her big blueish green eyes went wide as she made herself cum..thinking about Mr Hudson. She spent the remainder of the evening watching documentaries trying to get "those" thoughts from her head before bed.

The next morning miss Johnson arrived at the scool in the following. Semi modest yet form fitting fasionista attire

Wondering what kind of "interactions " she would have with male students and Mr. Hudson. Hoping yesterday's thoughts in the shower were a one and done deal.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

"Good morning," she said to Bob, walking in the class.

Bob stared at her, dumb-faced. <pussy>

"Good.... morning," he fumbled. "You're here early."

Gwen noticed his look. Her tingles returned.

"Fuck!" she thought. "So much for National Geographic."

"I wanted to have more time before class that I did yesterday," she said.

"Come," he said, motioning her over the the desk.

She put her bag down on the chair in the corner and walked over to him. She leaned over the desk from behind him, close enough that her 34Bs pressed against his shoulder.

He was sorting the quizzes they marked at the picnic table yesterday.

"Spice and flowers," she thought as she inhaled his scent again.

Her breath shortened, her small but full breasts clearly exposed that. It was taking all she had not to ask Bob to fuck her right there where he sat.

 

[bankbabe13]

Miss Johnson watched Mr Hudson grading papers as she sat upon the corner of the desk. Her heels dangling about 2" off the floor as something about his frame got her going. Strong, firm yet quiet. As she watched his hand move grading papers. She secretly, as she bit her lower lip, wished that hand would go up under her skirt. Conflicted thoughts she was having and trying to shake them off as she talked about school stuff all the while watching that hand grab another paper from the stack which was a mere inch from the hem of her skirt.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

She casually shifted to her left, occupying the short space between the papers and her. Bob noticed. On his next reach for the papers on his left, he 'accidentally' bumped her thigh.

"Sorry," she said. "Not sorry," she thought.

He left his hand beside her.

She inched closer.

Bob lifted his hand off the desk and place it on her thigh.

She slid off the desk.

"Oh oh," he thought. "I've gone too far."

Gwen hiked up her long skirt, past her ass, and sat back down on the desk.

Bob put his hand back on her thigh, which he thought was covered in pantyhose, but quickly discovered it was her bare, young skin.

She inhaled at his touch, gasped really.

Bob looked at the door, and then at the clock. They had 45 minutes until class started.

Gwen parted her legs, inviting Bob 'up there'.

Bob accepted the invitation. His hand slid slowly up her thigh, seeking the pink treasure he saw yesterday.

"We don't have much time," she said, hoarsely.

Bob pushed the papers to his right and pulled Gwen over the center of the desk.

Gwen pulled the front of her skirt up, extending the invitation. She was horny as fuck and the boldness rose to the top. "Taste me," she said.

Bob lowered his head and pushed her legs apart further.

 

[bankbabe13]

Miss Johnson gasped as Bob grabbed her petite hips sliding her a few inches before his heas dove between her young tined thighs. She waa caught off guard thinking he would kiss her "down there" first. Miss Johnsons big blueish green eyes went wide as she felt his tongue divide her pale pink lips. She blushed as her body betrayed her. Her left hand covering her mouth to muffle any impending soft moans. She was SO conflicted, Miss Johnson was not that type of girl and he was a fellow colleague! Yet something felt so right about his tongue.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

"Sweet," he thought, as his tongue separated her delicate pink fold. She was already quite wet. "Was this what she hoped for?" he thought. "Was she a little tramp, or just genuinely turned on?"

"We shouldn't," she said breathlessly.

"You want me to stop?" he asked.

"No...." she said, putting her hand on the back of his head.

Bob returned to licking her. His tongue expertly rolled between her wet lips and circled her swollen clit. He pulled her closer to the edge of the desk and she put her legs over his shoulders. Her skirt hike up further and now her bare ass was on the desk. Bob's hands were on her naked hips, pulling her closer so he could take all of her pussy in his mouth. His tongue penetrated her while his upper lip repeatedly rubbed over her swollen clit.

Her muffled moans or arousal were turning him on to no end. He was hard as a rock in his pants (wisely choosing navy blue today). He started to moan with her, and the vibrations he caused between her legs was too much.

"Oh my God I'm going to cum!" she whispered loudly.

This announcement cause Bob to moan louder and it triggered the orgasm in her.

Just then, they heard a door in the hall open and the voices of two female teachers, but it was far too late to turn back.

She felt the warmth rush over her and grabbed two handfuls of Bob's hair. She squeezed her thighs, trapping his head "down there", and shuddered.

Bob felt her wetness flow as she came, the pulsing of her pussy in his mouth. He damn near came himself, in his pants.

Her orgasm slowed, as did Bob's mouth and tongue. When she let out a final breath, exhaling loudly at its conclusion, Bob kissed her mound tenderly and stood up, licking his lips.

 

[bankbabe13]

Miss Johnsons heart raced a mile a minute as the door closed in the hall but it was NOT the door to where her and Mr Hudson werre. The young blonde teacher beat red as her hips lightly pulsed in orgasm. As Mr Hudson pulled his mouth off, she gasped seeing the wet sheen of her own juices on her smooth bald pussy lips.
Her breathing becoming more normal as the moment passed, their dirty little secret still that for now. Gwendolyn frozen with her skirt up, perky little breasts rising and falling under her blouse, her big blueish green eyes like a deer caught in headlights awaiting the elder teacher's next move in nervous anticipation.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

"Well that was fun," Bob said.

"Yeah," Gwen said breathlessly.

"I'm sorry," she fumbled. "I don't normally... I mean... never... but I was.. ummm."

"It's okay," Bob said. "A spur of the moment thing. The sexual tension was running high after yesterday - the chair, the picnic table..."

"The shower," Gwen thought, feeling the ache between her legs grow again.

She looked down. Bob's bulge was beyond evident. He obviously enjoyed eating her (oh so good!) she was thinking.

"Why do I want to suck his cock so badly right now?" she thought.

"We only have a few minutes before class," Bob said.

"I can make that cum in 30 seconds," she though. laughing, as is she was playing 'Name That Tune.'

"I will go in the men's room and take care of this," Bob said.

Gwen's eyes grew wide and the ache continued. Thinking about him in a men's room stall. Wondering how he would do it. Would he just take his hard cock out and get 'er done? Would he drop his pants and slowly get off? Would he use two hands, one stroking his length and the other caressing his balls? Would he sit? Stand?

"Ok," Gwen said, lost in thought.

 

[bankbabe13]

The next class of seniors filed in, 18-19 year olds. Miss Johnson was writing lesson notes on the board. The students were talking among themselves talking about how the last class was "hard" one said if he didn't pass next test he would be "fucked". Those words caused Miss Johnson to lose focus, her legs still a bit shaky. She couldn't face the students with her face all flush, maybe they wouldn't notice. A few, seeing the hot young new teacher made inappropriate remarks which secretly got her going more, as she tried in vain to focus on the lesson without Mr Hudson there to snap the young teacher back to reality.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

Bob, empty after his visit to the mens room, walked back in the class. He notice Gwen was a little flushed and a little shaky.

"Hello Miss Johnson," he said, quieting the class. "I'm sorry I'm a few minutes late. I had something to take care of."

"Oh dear," Gwen said faintly, sitting down before she fell down.

Bob took over the class while Gwen calmed down.

"I'm supposed to be teaching!" Gwen thought. "It's like something has taken over my body." Thoughts of the picnic table, the desk, the shower, and this morning were flashing over and over through her head. Even the senior boys comments were making her ache.

"Get it together," she said to herself.

The day ended when the last bell rang and the students headed for the exits.

"What's this?" Gwen asked Bob, holding up a wallet on the desk.

"One of the boys must have left it," Bob said. It must have fallen out of his pocket. There's no ID in it though - I will run it to the office before I head out."

"No," Gwen said. "You have an appointment so I can take it before I leave."

"Okay," he said. "Ummm, about this morning,.." he started.

"Have a good night Mr. Hudson," she said.

Bob stopped his query. "You too, Miss Johnson."

Gwen sat, a little dazed at the events of the last two days. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she became yet again. She was putting her papers together but really wasn't paying attention. The ache was too distracting, and she had to take care of it right now.

She ignored the open door, assuming it would not take long, and lifted her skirt just as she did this morning. She began to rub two fingers over her already wet fold and within five seconds they were entering her pussy. She sat back on the chair and put her feet on the desk. "So close," she thought. Two fingers were hammering away, the heel of her hand pounding her clit. "Oh fuck," she whispered, as the wave overtook her.

She regained composure, sort of. She licked her fingers clean and put her skirt back in place. When she looked up, one of the senior boys from the frist class was standing in the doorway, about to knock.



"Uhhh Miss Johnson, did anyone find my wallet?" he asked.