After shutting it, she locked the door, then stared at it for a few seconds, then got a chair and wedged it into the doorknob so that even after unlocking the door, it would take some difficulty to get in. “Nice,” I commented. She did a few more things, like test the door and lower the blinds on the windows.
Finally, she produced a CD player, and went to a supply cupboard. With an audible, ‘ah,’ she picked up a jewel case containing a CD. She held it in front of her. “Ever done it to Winston Churchill?” she joked. I didn’t get it, until I saw that the CD was of inspiring speeches from historical figures. She put it in the CD player, hit play, and soon the room was filled with some historical figure I didn’t recognize giving a speech. “We’ll still need to keep it down and not be too loud, but at least now we don’t have to be silent,” she reasoned. “Plus, the walls are pretty good when it comes to sound. So, tell me about what it is you want to do to me.”
I bit my lip, eyeing her. “Fuck, Amy. You have such a… spirit.”
“Mhm, and you like it,” she replied, sexily strutting up to me. “From now on, you’ll refer to me only as Amy. Call me by my teacher name and we stop with no take-backsies. You’re here to please me, because you like pleasing me. Isn’t that right, slut?”
The last word sent a delicious shiver up my body. I was smelling her excitement already, I could tell that she felt particularly horny today. I was so lucky my period hadn’t begun yet, because I did not want to squander an opportunity like this. “Yes, Amy,” I obediently said.
“Good girl,” she purred, grabbing me with both hands, one by the hip, one by the jaw. She practically rammed me into the wall as she ground her body up against mine, kissing me with as much passion and attraction as she could muster. The kisses weren’t innocent for long, and soon, our tongues were wrestling and my hands were roaming her body again, a little more experienced this time. My hands grabbed her big beautiful tits through her shirt, caressing and squeezing, and I also realized now that we were standing and making out, I could grab something else.
It felt like my world changed when I grabbed Amy’s ass for the first time. Holy fuck. It was common knowledge in the school that she had amazing hips, but I swear, grab her ass enough times and you could give yourself an orgasm. She had an ass that felt like it was made for grabbing. She had a body absolutely built for sex, and the hormones to match it. I played with her ass and discovered how much fun it was to grab it and use it to mash my crotch into hers as I licked and lightly bit her neck, remembering her rule of no marks.
“Good girl,” she panted. “So, do you want to go back to a familiar taste? Or do you – ooh – want to try something new?”
I retreated my mouth from her neck and gave her a shocked expression. “You mean-”
“Shut up, slut. Get on your knees,” she ordered, her face suddenly full of determination. My heart pounded in my chest. Was this actually going to happen? Was this what I thought it was?
It was. Without even bothering to remove her blouse, Amy stood in front of me, giving me a dominating hungry smile and undoing the button on her jeans she wore today. The jeans that she looked like she had to pour herself into. They could barely contain her hips, and now, her hips were being released. I was drinking in the sight and trying my best to ignore FDR’s rambling, while Amy bit her lip and seductively wiggled her hips, getting herself out of her jeans. “Do you like this? Do you want to do this?”
I could only dumbly nod.
“Good girl,” she exhaled as she let her jeans fall to the floor. “Have you ever seen a pussy before?”
“Apart from my own?”
“Smart ass.”
“Never, although I’ve always wanted to see yours.”
“Mmm, your own teacher. You’re such a bad girl,” she moaned, lowering her panties. My first ever pussy came into view.
She kept it shaved, which kind of surprised me. I always thought the stereotype about the dominating kinds of girls was that they never shaved, and that it was the obedient “yes sir” Stepford wives that shaved. You know, for their man. Either the stereotype wasn’t true, or old habits from her college dating years died hard, I supposed.
The shape was beautiful. I knew what a pussy looked like, but her pussy looked like the model of what a pussy looked like. It looked like what you want a pussy to look like. It made you want to reach out and touch it, or give it a lick, or something. Her naked hips also were a sight to see – the jeans, if anything, did nothing to flatter the true shape of her body. No wonder this woman had a sexy swagger to her walk, her hips were made for breeding. I felt myself throb just imagining those beautiful hips wrapping themselves around my head.
The hard sell was the smell, though. If I thought I could smell her arousal before, I could faint from this stuff. I could bottle this scent up and sell it as a fucking aphrodisiac. She smelled like pure sex. It was the kind of stuff that with one whiff could overwrite the mind of a celibate and make them crave pussy, twenty-four seven. “Oh, wow,” was all I could say, practically in a haze.
She leaned back against her desk and spread her legs, giving me a sexy, daring grin. She pointed to the ground in front of her. “Crawl,” she told me in little more than a whisper.
Wow, so we were doing this, huh? Immediately, I obeyed, getting on all fours and crawling up to her. As I approached, she gave a cocky grin. “You love it.”
“Yes, Amy.”
“You want to touch it, and taste it.”
“Yes, Amy.”
“Mm, good girl.” She reached forward and began to play with her own pussy. “Keep your eyes on it,” she ordered as she began to play with herself. I was halfway between mesmerized by the sight of her playing with herself and also taking notes on what she was doing to please herself, and how I should match. She closed her eyes slowly and began to moan, then took her fingers away. “Please me.”
I sat up on the ground and, remembering my earlier encounter with her tits, began subtly, rubbing my hands along her thighs, up and down. With each ‘up’ motion I got a little closer to her folds, her beautiful petals, her womanhood. It was like a spark when I first felt myself touching her outer lips, rewarded with her spreading her legs a bit wider and her moaning and throwing her head back. This bitch was in heat.
My hands began to explore her vagina, from the bottom of her outer lips to the top. I found her engorged clit easily, and like mine, I think it was throbbing. She was every bit as horny as I was. Gently, the thumb of my one finger began to rub her clit, and she grabbed on to the desk with both hands and moaned throatily. I could see, and feel her wetness before ever sticking a finger inside her, but that was going to change. With my other hand, I rubbed along her lips, getting closer, and closer, until my finger pushed a little harder and easy slipped inside.
It felt like my finger got fucking submerged. When it emerged it was coated with her juices, the evidence of Amy’s arousal. Still rubbing her clit, I held my coated finger in front of my face. Hahaha. Her juices. This was it. The Holy Grail. Literally everything I had worked myself up to, and it was here, now, in front of me, with Amy, my homeroom teacher, moaning for me to continue rubbing her clit. I really was a slut. There really was this horny deranged obsessive side to me, wasn’t there?