My Crazy Student by Wilderness Cry

My Crazy Student by Wilderness Cry

Dive into the thrilling world of "My Crazy Student" by Wilderness Cry, an erotic sex story that explores the passionate and tantalizing journey between teacher and student. Experience steamy encounters, unexpected twists, and intense chemistry. Perfect for those seeking an alluring escape—read now to ignite your imagination!
As I sit invigilating the mid-term exam and scanning the room, Georgia is sitting almost directly in front of me, in the front row. Her head is down as she reads. Her thumb touches her lower lip subconsciously as she concentrates. She sucks the tip so briefly, her full lips enveloping then releasing the fleshy tip. Such a naturally sensuous movement. My pulse quickens as I watch her. I imagine her sucking my tip, hard and erect. Those soft wet lips caressing it so tenderly. , My crazy student

As I sit invigilating the mid-term exam and scanning the room, Georgia is sitting almost directly in front of me, in the front row.

Her head is down as she reads. Her thumb touches her lower lip subconsciously as she concentrates. She sucks the tip so briefly, her full lips enveloping then releasing the fleshy tip. Such a naturally sensuous movement.

My pulse quickens as I watch her. I imagine her sucking my tip, hard and erect. Those soft wet lips caressing it so tenderly.

She licks a finger now, and turns a page, and I feel a stirring in my groin.

Her beautiful face is calm and relaxed. No hint of stress despite the situation. Her black cotton top hugs her body, accentuating her full, generous breasts. Her long dark-blonde hair is tied in a ponytail. It hangs forward, draped over one shoulder and covering one breast.

I can almost hear her hair teasing me: “come and sweep me back over Georgia’s shoulder, letting your fingertips graze across her breast. Or maybe you could let your fingers linger there, cupping her breast in the palm of your hand. You know you want to”.

Yes. I do want to. She’s mouthing her thumb again, and I can feel my growing erection straining to be free. I want to unzip my trousers and let her mouth me instead. I want to feel myself erupting in her mouth and exploding across her face. I know I shouldn’t feel this way about my students, but I’m a man and Georgia is… exceptional.

She’s totally oblivious to my fantasies, her mind focused entirely on answering the exam paper…

The exam is over now, and all the students have left. I’ve collected in all the papers and I’m completing a post-exam invigilator’s form before returning to my office to begin marking them. I hear a sound and look towards the door.

Georgia is leaning against the door frame, the angle of her slight repose emphasising her shapely curves. Her gaze is fixed on me. Her expression is demure, but somehow loaded with invitation. I get up and walk towards her. She watches me all the way. When I’m almost close enough to touch her, she turns away into the corridor. I follow her, watching her hips sway, unsure whether she is exaggerating her movement a little to tantalise me. it certainly arouses me.

At the door to the ladies’ bathroom she pauses and glances back at me, a Mona Lisa hint of a smile on her lips. Then she slips inside.

I arrive at the door just moments later, and check both ways before following her inside.

She’s stood facing me with her hands on her hips and I can’t stop my gaze roaming over her body. I approach her, stopping just inches from her, and our eyes meet.

A male member of staff going into the ladies’ bathroom would require some explanation, but I could probably think of something; I heard a noise and was concerned but didn’t want to raise the alarm without investigating.

More importantly, I haven’t yet touched a female student. I’ve not yet crossed the line, except in my mind. Now is the moment to be sensible and walk away. My career, my marriage, and possibly even my liberty are at risk here.

She’s gazing up at me, her face just inches from mine, so close I can feel her sweet breath, and I notice she’s breathing a little harder now. This is her crisis moment too. She faces expulsion if she gets caught with a member of staff.

Slowly, she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck, leaning into me, and closing her eyes. Suddenly, we are kissing passionately, and my hands are all over her. I feel her unbuttoning my shirt and unfastening my belt.

We separate to catch our breath, and she drags me into a cubicle. With a clumsy shuffle we get the door closed and locked.

She drops her jeans and pants and sits down, then unzips my trousers and pulls my briefs down. I’m already semi-erect as she takes me in hand. She watches my erection quickly grow and leans forward to take me in her mouth.

The sensation is as exquisite as I imagined, and then some. She drives me wild with her lips and tongue, and I realise she is pleasuring herself too, moaning softly as she works on me.

After a few minutes, she stands and turns her back to me, bending at the waist with her hands on the wall. She arches her back, thrusting her firm round butt towards me. Running my hands over her exposed curves I feel her strong young muscles beneath her soft warm skin. My fingertips travel down and find her cleft, her moist lips parting willingly as I ease one finger inside her. She moans softly.

She’s wet enough for me to take her already, and I guide myself to her opening. As soon as she feels me, she pushes her hips towards me, taking me smoothly inside her before I can penetrate her, and begins thrusting against me. With my hands on her hips, I match her rhythm, plunging myself deep inside her. She is hot, wet and tight, and I know I’m not going to last long.

I explore her breasts through her clothing with both hands, before trailing one hand down between her thighs. Finding her swollen clitoris, I massage her gently.

As we gather pace and our breathing quickens, she begins to moan, quietly at first then more loudly and urgently, and I worry someone will hear us, but I’m too far gone to stop now.

Suddenly she reaches her peak and cries out. I feel her whole body shaking and trembling as she orgasms. I hold her up as I continue thrusting into her until her orgasm finally subsides, and we slow to a stop.

She turns and sits down, taking me into her mouth again. I wonder if she likes tasting herself on me. I wonder what she tastes like.

Using her fingers as well as her lips and tongue this time, she rapidly brings me to my own shuddering orgasm, and I choke off my urge to cry out loud as I explode in her mouth. She looks up and watches the expression on my face, her lips firmly enveloping me, patiently waiting as I release several thick spurts into her mouth. When I’m done, she swallows and opens her mouth wide to show me it’s empty, then grins up at me in obvious triumphant pleasure.

We almost bang heads as I bend to retrieve my briefs and trousers from around my ankles, and it makes us laugh. Then we manage another awkward shuffle around the door and out of the cubicle.

As I finish re-dressing, she breezes past me, and looks into my eyes with that Mona Lisa hint of a smile on her lips again. “Just in case I needed to earn a few extra marks to pass that exam,” she whispers, and then she’s gone.

A pass is guaranteed. Failing her would be career suicide, but that performance deserves a distinction anyway…

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