09-01-2019, 02:21 PM
The Slut College Teacher Ch. 01
Shanti squirmed nervously as she sat in her high-backed wooden chair. The faces of the bored students told her they didn't know what was making her so nervous.
If they'd known she had a 19 year old student in the Graduation class with his tongue eagerly lapping up and down the inside of her thigh and pushing toward her gooey cunt, they would have been far more attentive.
She is very lovely, in the full bloom of youth. She is very sexy. Slender and dusky, she has an elegant face, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, perfect teeth, a lovely smile and dark, elongated, *kajal*-rimmed eyes.
Her mouth is sexy with a slender upper lip, the lower full and straight. The chin and jaw are beautifully sculpted and firm.
Her shoulder length hair is dark and silky smooth, held by a plain cotton ring. She wears small diamond earrings, finger-rings and toe-rings and a gold chain twinkles around her long and graceful neck.
There are sexy hollows in her throat and shoulders. Her body is stunningly curved. Her breasts are full and ripe, tipped with dark aureoles and stubby nipples.
Her belly is firm and flat, her hips are flared, and her buttocks are delectable curves. Her limbs are slender and well-turned with shapely legs and slender ankles and wrists. Her fingers and toes are long and well-shaped. Between her legs, the dark delta of her pubic hair is neatly trimmed but they didn't know that Vijay, their classmate, was under their history teacher's desk.
They didn't know she had her petticoat hiked up around her waist. And they definitely didn't know what she was feeling at that instant as the youngman's tongue drove mercilessly into her juicy cunt.
"Uh, and who, uh, ummmm, who can t-tell me wh-when the Panipat 2nd war happen?" she stammered.
It was getting harder and harder for her to keep talking.
The words jumbled together the closer that lapping tongue came to her hot little pussy.
"Uh, 1789?" came a faint voice from the back of the room.
Shanti Rangaswamy couldn't even' concentrate. The date may have been right or it could have been wildly wrong. All she cared about was getting tongue fucked.
"Good. Now, class, r-read the next chapter wh-while I correct your tests from yesterday." She heard a faint snicker from under her desk. Vijay was enjoying the feeling of power he had over her. She didn't dare call him on it. The humiliation of being found with the youngman under her petticoat and licking her twat would be too much.
She would also get her ass fired so quick she wouldn't know what happened for a solid week.
Leaning back in the desk chair and straightening her legs, she was able to give the pussy-eating student a better shot at her cunt. His rough, wet, pink tongue slurped up the tiny flood of her cunt juices. Nearer and nearer he came to her pussy lips. As his tongue brushed against the blood-engorged cunt lips, she came.
It wasn't a fireworks-flashing and heavens crashing come. It was simply a sharp intake of her breath and warmth flooding her entire body. She felt her tits pressing hotly against the confines of her bra. For the millionth time she wished she wasn't wearing it. The cloth chafed and rubbed her tender tits until she wanted to scream.
But, of course, that was out of the question. Teachers didn't scream for no apparent reason in the middle of class.
His tongue slipped under one of the quivering flaps of her mint lips and probed into her cunt hole. She shivered in reaction. Hot and cold surges raced up her spine. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from yelling out something obscene like, "Tongue-fuck me, Vijay darling. I want to feel that wet tongue of yours drilling deep into my poor little cunt!" No matter how much she wanted to cry out those words, they were forbidden to her. And her student knew it. He enjoyed putting her in spots like this. Never before had he actually eaten her out in public like this, but he had pinched her ass, run his hand up under her petticoat and Vijay other things that would normally have gotten him expelled.
But Shanti Rangaswamy didn't dare turn her young student in for disciplinary action. Not when she and Vijay had been fucking since the beginning of College. She couldn't really remember how it had started. She had gone to a College fest with a friend. Before they had gotten out of his car, they'd shared a joint.
The pungent fumes of the dope had muddied her brain. Somehow, she'd been separated from her date, or he'd left her for another woman. Vijay had been on hand and more than willing to give his history teacher a helping hand.
Maybe she'd made the play for him. Maybe he'd seen the opportunity and taken it. It didn't matter. They'd fucked like rabbits under the shamiana in one of the stalls of the Fest. Long after the Fest was over and done, they were down there fucking. When she wore him out, he'd eat her pussy until she came.
By then, he'd have his erection back. The man was a tireless sex fiend. He could fuck all night long and often did.
Since that time, he had been after her constantly. She felt the lion bonds of his trap perfectly. Anything a nineteen-year-old horny youngman did was just fine. A respectable history teacher at Walter Williams Memorial High . College couldn't afford the slightest hint of scandal.
Someone might actually find out why she'd been asked to oh-so-quietly leave the city's other high College. Shanti Rangaswamy was over-sexed. She couldn't handle herself when the chance for a good fuck came along. She'd been caught fucking the football coach at Anna High College just after a game in the College's locker room...
If a couple of the students hadn't seen them, everything would have been cool. But it wasn't. She was forced to take a job at Williams High and Vic had left town in shame.
She abandoned herself to the sensual feelings assaulting her body. His tongue probed deeply into her cunt. Then he began tongue-fucking her with more force than she would have believed possible. His tongue might have been a prick and it was so hard and long.
Swirling in her cunt hole like a tornado, he sucked up all the flowing love juices from her twat. His lips pressed firmly against hers as his tongue tried desperately to dig all the way up into her steamy, humid little twat.
As his soft lips caressed her cut, she came again. The teacher was aware she was sweating profusely now. In the airy autumn weather, there was no explanation for it-except sex. And as hip as her students were, it wouldn't take them long to figure out why she was gasping like a fish out of water and twitching around on her chair like it was electrified.
Luckily for the teacher, the bell rang ending class. She was limp as a dish rag and feeling the full effects of the youngman's tongue working all over her snatch.
"Remember your homework is due tomorrow, she said in a shaky voice. "Dismissed!" They shot out of the classroom like a rocket sled on rails. In less than a minute., the Loom was empty. Empty except for her and the man avidly sucking on her clit.
"C-come on up, Vijay," she said to the youngman crouching under her desk. It took a few seconds. for him to unbend his long, gangly legs. His flame red hair seemed to reflect lines of gold she had never noticed before.
He smiled broadly. "Didn't ,you' like me sucking on your little cunt?" "You shouldn't have done it. You could have gotten us both into a shitload of trouble!" she flared.
"Shitload? Tch-tch, such language and from a teacher, too and don't hand me any of that skit that you didn't like the feel of my tongue up your cunt or my lips all over your pussy lips." He was smug and self-assured. And the gleam from around his lips was definitely the remains of her cunt juice that he'd failed to lap up.
She shuddered as she looked at him. She'd created ~a monster in a moment of doped-up indiscretion, How could she get rid of him?
"Let's do something a bit more satisfying," he said. "Hop up on your desk and spread. Those lovely legs of yours. I think I want to bury my pecker in that gooey cunt of yours." "Now look, Vijay) this has gone far enough!"
"The hell it has, doll. It's just starting. I mean, gosh, Miss Rangaswamy, you and me and, the principal and maybe the PTA and all those busybodies all the time talking about teacher student sex on college campus... think of the field day the newspapers would have if they found out one of their high teachers was actually seducing one of her pupils."
She looked him square in the eye and decided he wasn't bluffing. He'd go straight to the newspapers with his story if she didn't let him fuck her. There wasn't any way she could avoid doing what he commanded. With society the way it was these days, they'd never believe her. And Vijay could make up such a lurid account everyone would want to believe it was true.
He could tell them about wild orgies that never happened, how she had virtually bangd him, how she fucked various men while forcing him to watch, how she did all manner of perverted things! "Okay, Vijay. This is the last time, though No more after this quickie," she said, not really believing it and If he could force her to fuck this time, he could do it again and again. She was his sex slave.
Shanti squirmed nervously as she sat in her high-backed wooden chair. The faces of the bored students told her they didn't know what was making her so nervous.
If they'd known she had a 19 year old student in the Graduation class with his tongue eagerly lapping up and down the inside of her thigh and pushing toward her gooey cunt, they would have been far more attentive.
She is very lovely, in the full bloom of youth. She is very sexy. Slender and dusky, she has an elegant face, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, perfect teeth, a lovely smile and dark, elongated, *kajal*-rimmed eyes.
Her mouth is sexy with a slender upper lip, the lower full and straight. The chin and jaw are beautifully sculpted and firm.
Her shoulder length hair is dark and silky smooth, held by a plain cotton ring. She wears small diamond earrings, finger-rings and toe-rings and a gold chain twinkles around her long and graceful neck.
There are sexy hollows in her throat and shoulders. Her body is stunningly curved. Her breasts are full and ripe, tipped with dark aureoles and stubby nipples.
Her belly is firm and flat, her hips are flared, and her buttocks are delectable curves. Her limbs are slender and well-turned with shapely legs and slender ankles and wrists. Her fingers and toes are long and well-shaped. Between her legs, the dark delta of her pubic hair is neatly trimmed but they didn't know that Vijay, their classmate, was under their history teacher's desk.
They didn't know she had her petticoat hiked up around her waist. And they definitely didn't know what she was feeling at that instant as the youngman's tongue drove mercilessly into her juicy cunt.
"Uh, and who, uh, ummmm, who can t-tell me wh-when the Panipat 2nd war happen?" she stammered.
It was getting harder and harder for her to keep talking.
The words jumbled together the closer that lapping tongue came to her hot little pussy.
"Uh, 1789?" came a faint voice from the back of the room.
Shanti Rangaswamy couldn't even' concentrate. The date may have been right or it could have been wildly wrong. All she cared about was getting tongue fucked.
"Good. Now, class, r-read the next chapter wh-while I correct your tests from yesterday." She heard a faint snicker from under her desk. Vijay was enjoying the feeling of power he had over her. She didn't dare call him on it. The humiliation of being found with the youngman under her petticoat and licking her twat would be too much.
She would also get her ass fired so quick she wouldn't know what happened for a solid week.
Leaning back in the desk chair and straightening her legs, she was able to give the pussy-eating student a better shot at her cunt. His rough, wet, pink tongue slurped up the tiny flood of her cunt juices. Nearer and nearer he came to her pussy lips. As his tongue brushed against the blood-engorged cunt lips, she came.
It wasn't a fireworks-flashing and heavens crashing come. It was simply a sharp intake of her breath and warmth flooding her entire body. She felt her tits pressing hotly against the confines of her bra. For the millionth time she wished she wasn't wearing it. The cloth chafed and rubbed her tender tits until she wanted to scream.
But, of course, that was out of the question. Teachers didn't scream for no apparent reason in the middle of class.
His tongue slipped under one of the quivering flaps of her mint lips and probed into her cunt hole. She shivered in reaction. Hot and cold surges raced up her spine. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from yelling out something obscene like, "Tongue-fuck me, Vijay darling. I want to feel that wet tongue of yours drilling deep into my poor little cunt!" No matter how much she wanted to cry out those words, they were forbidden to her. And her student knew it. He enjoyed putting her in spots like this. Never before had he actually eaten her out in public like this, but he had pinched her ass, run his hand up under her petticoat and Vijay other things that would normally have gotten him expelled.
But Shanti Rangaswamy didn't dare turn her young student in for disciplinary action. Not when she and Vijay had been fucking since the beginning of College. She couldn't really remember how it had started. She had gone to a College fest with a friend. Before they had gotten out of his car, they'd shared a joint.
The pungent fumes of the dope had muddied her brain. Somehow, she'd been separated from her date, or he'd left her for another woman. Vijay had been on hand and more than willing to give his history teacher a helping hand.
Maybe she'd made the play for him. Maybe he'd seen the opportunity and taken it. It didn't matter. They'd fucked like rabbits under the shamiana in one of the stalls of the Fest. Long after the Fest was over and done, they were down there fucking. When she wore him out, he'd eat her pussy until she came.
By then, he'd have his erection back. The man was a tireless sex fiend. He could fuck all night long and often did.
Since that time, he had been after her constantly. She felt the lion bonds of his trap perfectly. Anything a nineteen-year-old horny youngman did was just fine. A respectable history teacher at Walter Williams Memorial High . College couldn't afford the slightest hint of scandal.
Someone might actually find out why she'd been asked to oh-so-quietly leave the city's other high College. Shanti Rangaswamy was over-sexed. She couldn't handle herself when the chance for a good fuck came along. She'd been caught fucking the football coach at Anna High College just after a game in the College's locker room...
If a couple of the students hadn't seen them, everything would have been cool. But it wasn't. She was forced to take a job at Williams High and Vic had left town in shame.
She abandoned herself to the sensual feelings assaulting her body. His tongue probed deeply into her cunt. Then he began tongue-fucking her with more force than she would have believed possible. His tongue might have been a prick and it was so hard and long.
Swirling in her cunt hole like a tornado, he sucked up all the flowing love juices from her twat. His lips pressed firmly against hers as his tongue tried desperately to dig all the way up into her steamy, humid little twat.
As his soft lips caressed her cut, she came again. The teacher was aware she was sweating profusely now. In the airy autumn weather, there was no explanation for it-except sex. And as hip as her students were, it wouldn't take them long to figure out why she was gasping like a fish out of water and twitching around on her chair like it was electrified.
Luckily for the teacher, the bell rang ending class. She was limp as a dish rag and feeling the full effects of the youngman's tongue working all over her snatch.
"Remember your homework is due tomorrow, she said in a shaky voice. "Dismissed!" They shot out of the classroom like a rocket sled on rails. In less than a minute., the Loom was empty. Empty except for her and the man avidly sucking on her clit.
"C-come on up, Vijay," she said to the youngman crouching under her desk. It took a few seconds. for him to unbend his long, gangly legs. His flame red hair seemed to reflect lines of gold she had never noticed before.
He smiled broadly. "Didn't ,you' like me sucking on your little cunt?" "You shouldn't have done it. You could have gotten us both into a shitload of trouble!" she flared.
"Shitload? Tch-tch, such language and from a teacher, too and don't hand me any of that skit that you didn't like the feel of my tongue up your cunt or my lips all over your pussy lips." He was smug and self-assured. And the gleam from around his lips was definitely the remains of her cunt juice that he'd failed to lap up.
She shuddered as she looked at him. She'd created ~a monster in a moment of doped-up indiscretion, How could she get rid of him?
"Let's do something a bit more satisfying," he said. "Hop up on your desk and spread. Those lovely legs of yours. I think I want to bury my pecker in that gooey cunt of yours." "Now look, Vijay) this has gone far enough!"
"The hell it has, doll. It's just starting. I mean, gosh, Miss Rangaswamy, you and me and, the principal and maybe the PTA and all those busybodies all the time talking about teacher student sex on college campus... think of the field day the newspapers would have if they found out one of their high teachers was actually seducing one of her pupils."
She looked him square in the eye and decided he wasn't bluffing. He'd go straight to the newspapers with his story if she didn't let him fuck her. There wasn't any way she could avoid doing what he commanded. With society the way it was these days, they'd never believe her. And Vijay could make up such a lurid account everyone would want to believe it was true.
He could tell them about wild orgies that never happened, how she had virtually bangd him, how she fucked various men while forcing him to watch, how she did all manner of perverted things! "Okay, Vijay. This is the last time, though No more after this quickie," she said, not really believing it and If he could force her to fuck this time, he could do it again and again. She was his sex slave.
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