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John really hated English class.

It wasn’t that the lesson was hard. Not hard at all. In fact he enjoyed the subject matter - he was always the creative type, probably because he had an excellent imagination. The classmates he was with weren’t that bad either, in that the goons stayed out of hi way, and his friends were close.

It wasn’t even the teacher. Not in the usual sense. Most of his teachers were old farts who broke anyone who stepped outside thei rown little set of crusty mental guidelines, and Miss Raven wasn’t like that. Sure, she wasn’t a spring chicken; but she was conscientious. And she appreciated his skill with words.

It was her body.

While most guys his age chased after women with improbable breasts and waists they could fit their fingers around, John liked to think he had more class. He liked curves; he liked soft breasts and thick legs, and an ass he could really get his hands on.

Miss Raven possessed all these qualities, and had a little glint in her eyes behind her glasses, and thick, dark hair; and so English class was an hour of straining erections and sexual frustration.

Shakespeare never really interested him, either. A Midsummer Night’s Dream wasn’t what he’d call the most relevant or exciting literature.

However nice it was to stare at that beautiful ass…

“…John, did you hear me?”

He blinked and realised that Miss Raven had turned around.

She was wearing a skirt that came up to just above her knees; she was wearing silk stockings, the kind with the seam up the back, and a pair of black shoes with heels. A businesslike blouse clung to her round bust, underneath a suit jacket, and with her glasses she seemed like a hellish executive that John might fantasise about working under, literally.

“…yes, Miss Raven,” he answered nervously. Eyes fell on him, and the entire class was looking at him.

“Then you can tell me which character I was referring to!”

Her voice was arch…and yet at the same time, playful.

“You were…” Okay, this play was a cinch. Everything was about the guy with a donkey head. What was his name…

“You were talking about ass.”

…no…that wasn’t his name.

John suddenly wished that he would die, or at least vanish. The entire world was looking at him, he was sure. Laughter broke out all around him and he curled up a little in his chair, groaning. What a Freudian slip.

“…I think you should see me after class, John,” said Miss Raven with something that passed for strict disapproval, before she went on with the lesson. Whatever else happened, John’s shame burned in his mind, and he couldn’t believe that he’d said Ass to his teacher; he was sure that she knew what he was thinking about now.

The lesson ended, and it was the lunch period; everyone filed out past him, his friends slapping his back and shooting him witticisms and jokes. He just sat there and wallowed in his own misery.

Soon it was just Miss Raven and him, alone in the classroom.

She sat down on her deck, folding her legs one over the other. Those silk stockings looked fabulous on her shapely thighs and calves; he wondered, for a moment, what it would be like for her to grip his head with them.

“Look at my face, John.”

He looked up at her, cheeks redenned, resting his hands lightly on the desk.

She had dark red lipstick on; that was the only make up she wore. She was attractive enough without, and exuded an air of sexual prowess without even trying. Just looking at those lips made his cock jump.

“…were you just trying to impress your friends today, John? Or was that a genuine mistake…?”

A blush touched his cheeks and when he spoke, his voice was wavering; totally unlike her almost husky tone. “It was. Um. Just a mistake.”

“Really.” She smiled softly, tapping her pen gently against her cheek, watching him consideringly.

He almost felt analysed; or maybe it was just his arousal that made him think that she was undressing him with her eyes. She licked her lips faintly, continued.

“…maybe you were thinking about ass to much. …maybe I should punish you. Tell me, John, do you believe in ironic punishment?”

Sweat ran down the side of his face. “…kind of…?”

She grinned widely, stood up and turned her back to him; her hands took hold of the hem of her skirt. “I’m going to give you all the ass you can take.”

Then she lifted her skirt, and he almost came in his pants.

She wasn’t wearing any panties; her ass was almost fully bare to him, full, round and soft; it almost begged to be touched, shifting slightly with her breathing. Her stockings were clipped to a gorgeous dark blue suspender belt, the tops of the stockings giving her hips a smooth, slightly flowed-over appearance.

“You see, THIS is ass. Have you ever tongued an ass before, John?”

His mouth ran dry. He stared at her, fingernails clawing slightly at the desk. “Um. No, miss Raven.”

“Get up.”

He scrambled out of the chair, and up onto his feet; now there was no hope of concealing his raging hard on as it pressed against his zip and tented his school pants. She smiled to herself, watching him over her shoulder; hands slid down from her skirt to her buttocks, and she took hold of them, slowly prying them apart to reveal…

His breath caught. Her beautiful pussy glistened, folds wet with her arousal; and there was her puckered ass, winking at him as she flexed her muscles.

“Kneel behind me and lick me, John. Show me how much you like ass.”

Dropping to his knees, his hands clutched her beautiful thighs as he buried his face in between her soft, enveloping buttocks; his tongue slid out across her hole, lapping at it, and she sighed quietly, shivered as he took in her musky flavour. She tasted thick with femininity, and as his tongue pressed against that muscular orifice, it twitched and spasmed in excitement.

“Mmm, good boy…” she sighed softly, asscheeks clenching around John’s face as he lapped and licked at her; his saliva slid into her hole as with a spearing motion, he forced his tongue into her, spreading her around him. As his tongue entered her, he suckled at the ring of muscle, which elicited a soft gasp of delight from her, and a slow exhalation of ecstacy.

For a long few minutes, John fucked Miss Raven’s ass slowly with his tongue; all the time stroking her legs and buttocks up and down, savouring this, perhaps the last chance he might ever get to make his fantasies real.

Her back arched above him and she tottered on her heels, held up by his grasp; then she inhaled sharply, falling totally still, swaying slightly on he rfeet. For a good few moments she was totally stationary before she dropped forward, bending over the desk and moaning wildly, her pussy gushing with hot sex fluid.

Groaning, he squeezed her cheeks, staring at her pulsing, clenching cunt. He was stirred from his reverie by her voice.

“Stop teasing me and put your cock in my ass, you sexy bastard…”

He didn’t need to be told twice. She arched her back, slid off her jacket and tore her blouse open as he wrestled with his zip, freed his aching cock; seven thick inches of raw need. She slipped her weighty, full breasts from her bra, gasped as her thick, hard nipples brushed across the cold desk.

Her ass was still damp from the tonguing he’d given it. He could feel the wetness against his cockhead as he pressed into it; she yelped in delight as she pinched her nipples, twisted them. “In. Push it in…”

It was hard; her pucker was tight, even given how eagre she was to take his cock. After a long, hard battle to force his cock into her, her muscles relented, and as his cockhead popped into her tight little asshole, both of them cried out with pleasure.

Her hands found his, pulled them around to her ample tits; he took a handful of each in hand, squeezing and kneading as one of her hands gripped the desk, the other slid down under her to slide two fingers into her sopping cunt. With slow thrusts he pushed more cock into her, spreading her with each motion, her tight, hot ass gripping his invasive rod like a glove.

“Fuck me, fuck me deep, oh John, fuck my slutty little fuckhole…”

Never had he heard anyone - not even a younger girl he’d been with, let alone someone like Miss Raven - speak so filthily. It stirred the fire in his loins, and gripping her soft breasts, he started to fuck her with long, steady strokes; his lips danced across her neck and he inhaled her scent from her throat as a constant tirade of filth slipped from in between her lips.

“Make me your bitch, take my dirty little hole, fuck me baby, please…”

From beneath her, the wet sound of her fingers working her cunt hard and fast emerged. Her pace somewhat matched his; as he lost himself to pressing down into her, their sweat mingling where they rubbed together. His balls ached, tight and clenched under him, as his thick cock impaled her tight hole.

She screamed, all of a sudden; her back arched and bucked, and it was all he could do to hang onto his teacher, keep his cock lodged within her asshole. It spasmed around him, clutched and squeezed as if trying to choke his erection; wetness trickled down in between her thighs and made his balls slick and damp. Jut feeling her come again brought him to the edge, and he was scarce moments away from releasing a hot stream of come into her when she yelled. “Out! Take it out! I want it!”

His cock popped free of her ass and she stood, turning and kneeling in front of him on the floor of the classroom; the look in her eyes was slutty, hungry for cock, as she gripped his length at the base and slid her lips down over the head and halfway down his length.

John was in heaven. With one hand she squeezed the base of his shaft, played with his soaked balls with the other, and throated his cock; her head bobbed on him and lewd wet noises emerged from her throat. It only took her seconds to encourage his balls to cut loose, and thick, gushing jets of spunk washed into her mouth; she swallowed every last one, though a little trickled out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin.

He spasmed, clutched her shoulders and closed his eyes; after a moment, he exhaled softly, their fuck-scent thick and unmistakeable in the classroom. He looked down at her as her tongue slid out, cleaned that trickle of come from her chin; and she smiled up at him.

“…let that be a lesson to you.”
It had been a week since John and Miss Raven had fucked.

Ever since, whenever they’d seen each other – it was like it had never happened. She’d treat him the same as always, even though she couldn’t possibly mistake the long, lusting looks he gave her when they passed in the corridor. The well-rounded raven-haired teacher with thighs that could kill a man and perfect, large breasts almost ignored him.

It was driving him insane. He’d sit in the classroom with a monstrous erection, staring at her as her ass moved this way and that, thinking about how he’d penetrated it with his cock; and when she spoke he thought about how his length had vanished in between her lips and sprayed her mouth full of spunk.

It also drove him to distraction. He shook his head a little, blinked as Miss Raven archly repeated her question.

“John. In what way does Salinger impress his vision of the world upon us?”

This time, it was Catcher In The Rye. He’d tried to read it. Each time he tried, he had visions of her, and stroked himself to sprays of cum, homework forgotten.

He swallowed. “…uh…”

“After class. Sally, I hope you read the book.”

He lowered his head to his desk. Idly, he wondered if this would lead to more mind-blowing sex with the buxom goddess. If not it would be half an hour longer than usual until he could relieve his aching prick.

The lesson seemed to drag on forever. Each time his heart beat he felt his raging cock twitch in his pants. When the bell finally rang for the end of school, the students left in their typical raucous manner, and as they did Miss Raven gave them directions for their assignments. She didn’t order them – she just told them and knew she’d be obeyed.

Such a powerful woman, he thought. She controls us all – not just me.

The silence stretched out for a long minute as the kids rioted in the hall outside. He longed to join them, to get home fast, to spray his load wherever he may and dedicate it to her.

She leaned against her desk, watching him, arms folded over her voluminous breasts; looking at him over her glasses, pursed dark red lips glistening in the light. She was wearing silk stockings again, John had noticed.

“Your problem, John…is focus,” said the goddess, taking off her glasses and looking at them, shaking her dark hair out behind her.

He blinked a little, watching her as she raised one of her legs, casually resting her high-heeled left foot on one of the front desks; he had a clear line of sight up in between desks to where her short skirt almost lifted high enough to display her crotch.

“You have difficulty paying attention to things. Real difficulty. I think it’s the fact that you’re too smart for this class, you don’t have the right…incentive. I think I know how to fix that,” she breathed; she lowered her glasses and he watched avidly as she polished them gently against the silk stretched against the beautiful skin of her thigh.

Then she put the glasses on again and stood up, walking for the classroom door, heels clicking domineeringly on the ground. “Come on.”

John got up and followed behind her, as she walked through the corridors; she went across the school and toward the gym, and he followed, no more than a few paces behind her at any one time. The school was mostly empty now, and those few people that remained didn’t pay any attention to the teacher and the pupil.

Soon they were in the gym itself. The smell of athletic excellence pervaded the shining floors as she moved with confidence, pushing open doors as she headed toward the viewing gallery above.

“Why are we here, miss Raven?” asked John quietly; she hushed him and stopped in front of the barrier between the gallery and the basketball court below.

“Wait and see what happens.”

He waited. Ten minutes went past and nothing happened. He was about to speak when she pointed, wordlessly.

There, walking out onto the court, was Miss Clark; the school secretary with her curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes was swinging her well-rounded hips, her body shifting under her blouse and skirt as she looked back over her shoulder. She had a figure similar to Miss Raven’s – though if anything she had more luscious breasts. She just didn’t exude the controlling aura of Miss Raven; quite the opposite.

She was followed by Joey, David and Martin; tall, well-built white guys, all of them on the basketball team. None of them were wearing any clothing, and thick cocks bobbed in the air in front of them as they stalked across the court after her. Martin had a blanket under one arm, and David was groping Miss Clark restlessly, slapping her ass and sliding his hand in between her thighs.

John couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was so transfixed as he watched Martin lay out the blanket and Miss Clark kneel on it that he didn’t notice Miss Raven get down onto her own knees, shifting around in front of him.

“Keep watching,” Miss Raven whispered, unzipping him slowly; she freed his aching prick from the confines of his pants, taking it in hand.

David’s cock slid in between Miss Clark’s soft, round lips as she took Martin and Joey in hand; her fists pumped up and down, stroking the two jocks off as she sucked hard on David’s thick, hard shaft. She looked utterly wanton, chest heaving, breasts bouncing with each hard downward bob.

“That’s it…keep watching her, John. You must learn how to focus. No matter what I do. Keep your eyes on Miss Clark.”

Then Miss Raven slid her tongue slowly around the pulsing head of his prick; he gasped softly, gripping the rail in front of him. He knew full well that if any of those below looked up they’d see him – but the full-bodied teacher whose mouth was on his cock was hidden from view.

Miss Clark had given herself over to her lust and her three hungry cocks. Now David and Joey were forcing their cocks into her mouth, stretching it open wide as Martin pulled her blouse up, bearing her full, gorgeous breasts; her nipples were hard as bullets, and Martin pinched and squeezed them, causing Miss Clark to stiffen, moaning lasciviously through the meat in her mouth.

“They use her a couple days before a big game,” Miss Raven whispered as she took hold of John’s shaft, stroking it up and down with a rapid hand. “And I do mean, use.”

John didn’t see as Miss Raven opened her shirt, bearing her bra-clad breasts to him. He obeyed his instructions, watched as Miss Clark’s skirt was hiked up around her hips; she wore no panties underneath, and immediately Martin forced a pair of fingers into her, finger-fucking her roughly and making her cry out as Joey pulled his cock free from her mouth.

Miss Clark whispered to the players before she forced her mouth back down on David’s shaft. John would swear he saw the words Fuck Me on her lips.

“Come to me,” whispered Miss Raven, sliding her lips over John’s prick. Hissing an inward breath, he hung onto the rail as his shaft vanished into her warm, wet mouth.

Joey had pushed Miss Clark down on the blanket. Her heavenly thighs were spread wide as he knelt in between them; John watched as his thick cock speared into the glistening folds of her cunt, and her back arched up off the ground, thrusting her heavy tits up in the air. As she opened her mouth to moan, it was filled with Martin’s shaft, and she wrapped her hand around David’s cock, wanking hard at it.

Still, John looked on as Martin straddled Miss Clark’s face, his cock fed down into her throat where she sucked on it, her cheeks hollowing with each hard suckle. Every time Joey’s shaft plunged into her wet hole, a lewd sound emerged from between them; her body rippled with the motion of the thick, hot prick pumping inside of her and her own hand as she tugged on David.

John’s eyes rolled as Miss Raven’s nose bumped against his lower stomach; she throated his dick with the skill of a seasoned cocksucker. He felt her fingers take hold of his balls, rolling them and tugging on them slightly; her other hand rubbed down between her thighs, pleasing herself. Still he kept his eyes on the fucking, just as the goddess on her knees ordered him to.

Apparently Martin lacked that self-control. He groaned, and his muscles shuddered as he pulled his cock – soaked with Miss Clark’s saliva – out of her mouth; his fist pumped up and down for a few long strokes as she needfully licked his balls, before hot, thick streams of come splashed out across her beautifully large breasts.

John had never seen another man come before. This may have been his first time, but he knew it wouldn’t be his last.

Stepping aside, Martin made room for Joey. John was expecting him to just plunge his rod into her throat, but he had other ideas apparently; he sat astride her face, and John watched as Miss Clark pried his ass cheeks apart, her tongue lapping against his hole while he wanked himself. Still David plundered her sopping cunt, his cock glistening with her juices with each hard thrust, her breasts jiggling in time with the onslaught.

“Don’t you come yet,” gasped Miss Raven as she backed up off his cock; she nuzzled against the slick, saliva-coated flesh before once more, she bobbed her head down on it. He didn’t know how he’d resist her mouth, especially with the show he was seeing.

David’s resistance had been weakened, too. He was hunched over Miss Clark, driving into her with long, hard strokes, before he pulled out; gripping his slick cock, he simply squeezed as streams of spunk started joining Martin’s own offering, pasting across her breasts and stomach.

Still Joey’s fist blurred up and down his cock, as Miss Clark moaned and groaned into his ass, her tongue teasing across and stroking inward – John could see it each time Joey rocked backward. It wasn’t long at all before Joey, too, gave in to Miss Clark’s charms and his own spray joined the others in coating her breasts with stickiness.

The three spent jocks, bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat, fed Miss Clark their cocks one at a time; she sucked them clean, writhing there, her cunt practically dripping. Then they turned and walked back in toward the locker rooms.

Suddenly, Miss Raven’s rhythm and depth changed. She was playing with him before – now she was raping him with her mouth, and he couldn’t resist her. For a long minute she fellated him as he stared at Miss Clark; she lay there, coated with spunk and rubbing her cunt with an open hand. Then he was dragged over the edge by the mouth of the goddess.

He let out a strangled cry as Miss Raven pulled off; her fist mauled his cock up and down as he came, sprays of come hitting her lips, her cheek, her hair, some of it even plastering her glasses. He barely noticed; he’d been ordered to watch Miss Clark and even as his mind was overcome with the incredible climax, he did as he was ordered.

It did take him a little while to realise that Miss Clark was looking up at him as he came. She licked her lips lasciviously as Miss Raven whispered to him from her knees.

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