My first year of teaching at the Jefferson Millard Junior College really set the bar high for the rest of my career. Actually, it wasn’t even the first day, but Freshman Orientation before classes even started.
Before, when I worked at the high school, orientation was my favorite day of the year. I’ve would look forward to that day every year. It’s because of the girls. They always forget there is a dress code over the summer, so they come to orientation wearing some pretty sexy stuff. Seniors were always the hottest since they generally left their parents at home, so no one there to stop it.
The real reason I left the high school for the junior college is, well, I’ll admit it: I’m a bit of a pervert. I would always check out the girls as they walked down the halls. Most of them would see just how far they can push the dress code. I’d try my best to keep my fantasies to the seniors who were finally legal. Not like there’s anything legal about having sex with a student, but hey, I do have some morals. There’s one girl in particular I watched from the first day she set foot inside Brinkley Senior High, and that’s Raquel Ramirez (names changed to protect the innocent).
There had to be something about the estrogen levels in the girls’ locker room because I watched her turn from a girl into a woman within the first week of school. Yeah, it might be creepy to check out the freshmen girls, but when a girl goes from maybe an A cup to a C cup in a week, it’s hard not to notice. Lucky for me, I was an English teacher, so I had the pleasure of watching her from 9th grade up until she graduated. Whenever I would call her up to my desk to discuss an assignment she had turned in, she would always lean down, and I couldn’t help but stare right at her beautiful cleavage.
For four years, I had those beautiful brown doe eyes staring at me. I often had to retreat to my desk thinking about those full lips on my cock. I really did try to not daydream about my students, but there was something about her that screamed “sex.” Almost every day, I could tell what color her bra was, if she was even wearing one at all.
Finally, my first day of orientation had arrived. I had a class full of 18 year old girls, lucky for me. I was getting so turned on just thinking about all of those barely legal babes that had just walked into my classroom. I recognized many of the faces from high school and was disappointed when Raquel didn’t show up. I gave my “welcome, blah, blah, blah, and look forward to seeing you when school starts next week” speech. It was an incredible feeling having the undivided attention of all those girls staring at me. As the girls filed out of the classroom, I could definitely feel a tingling in my pants, being the ass man that I am. A few stayed to chat, I asked about their summer, how wild senior week at the beach was, etc. At least one of them was flirting with me. I knew she’d seen my pants beginning to bulge in front.
The last student left, and I was alone again in the classroom. As if my disappointment over not getting to see Raquel wasn’t enough, a storm cloud blew in over the school. I darted across campus to my office and as soon as I got in the door, rain began to pour from the sky. I sighed, and then I returned to my desk to pick up a few things to carry home. As I turned around to head out the door, there stood Raquel. Her denim shorts were far shorter than any dress code would allow, and the rain which I had dreaded just moments before, had perfectly soaked her tight white tank top, leaving little to my imagination. My eyes probably lingered a bit too long on her beautiful breasts, but the chill of the wet shirt had her nipples staring right back at me.
“Raquel!” I finally managed to stutter out. “I was worried you weren’t going to come see me this year.”
“Oh, Mr. Stevens, I wouldn’t dare miss your class.”
“Come on in and sit. I’ll let you know what you missed. Sorry it’s such tight quarters in here. New guy gets the smallest office, I guess.”
“If they knew you like I do, they would have given you more space.” Raquel looked me up and down as she closed the door. I could almost feel her eyes burning a hole in my fly as my cock began to throb from the attention I was receiving. I struggled to remain civil in conversation.
“Look at you, you’re dripping wet. Here,” I said as I reached into my gym bag behind the desk. “Wrap up in this towel.” As I wrapped the towel around her amazing body, something clicked in my mind. This girl was now 18. She slowly licked her lips as she looked down at my pants which were now about to burst at the zipper. I really strained to control myself.
“S-so, how was your summer?” I tried to redirect the conversation. I could actually concentrate on her words now that her tits weren’t poking me in the eye.
“Well, everything was going great until last week when my boyfriend decides we need to take a break from each other. I wanted a little moral support starting college, but I guess I’ll have to look elsewhere now.”
“Aw, Raquel, you know I’m here for you, whatever you need! Now, I suppose we should talk some about school. I have a couple papers for you to look at.” As I was speaking, she had taken her hair down and took the towel to dry it off, once again putting her tits on display for me. Her hair flowed down her chest, pointing me right towards them.
She reached behind her head to pull her hair to one side of her head, sticking her chest out almost as if all she wanted was for me to notice her boobs. Then she leaned down to my desk to see what papers I was pointing at and my eyes naturally went right down her shirt. “You have some amazing breasts. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. Oh, my g…I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Mr. Stevens, I spent four years trying to get your attention.” She leaned closer to me over the desk, staring into my eyes. “I’m glad to know I’ve got it.”
“You’ve got it, alright, but, baby, you’ve had it for four years now. You don’t know how hard I’ve had to restrain myself.” Even if my mind didn’t know what was going on, my body did as my cock began to drip with anticipation.
“I’m all grown up now, Mr. Stevens. You don’t have to restrain yourself anymore.” She leaned forward and pressed her beautiful lips on mine. I’d never felt such passion in a kiss before. Soon, her tongue found its way to mine and my hands found their way to her face.
I pulled her over my desk and sat her right on the edge in front of me. I peeled her wet shirt off and tossed it in the floor. I cupped my hands over her breasts which were cool from the damp shirt. As we kissed again, I took her nipples between my fingers, rolling them and squeezing them gently. I was rock hard.
I placed my hand on the small of her back and pulled her to me. She was straddling me, and my cock could feel the heat of her pussy through both our pants. She began to grind against me so we dry humped each other as we continued to make out.
I ripped my shirt off and started kissing down her neck, starting at her jaw and slowly downward to her most excellent rack. I played with one of her breasts with my hand, while I kissed the other. I slowly parted my lips over her right nipple and began swirling my tongue around and around. I would suck some, lick some, and tease a little.
As I switched sides, I could faintly smell her sweet perfume. I guess most of it got washed away in the rain. My tongue ran sloppy circles around her areola while my free hand paid her other breast some attention. I used my finger to mimic the actions of my tongue on the opposite breast as my tongue and finger went around and around her nipples.
Suddenly, visions of the past flooded my mind. I thought about all those times in high school when I wanted to give her a detention slip just to get her alone with me after school. I thought about how I had watched her bloom from a child into this beautiful woman who was now topless before me. I thought about all the times I had fantasized about her, and what I would do to her if I ever got her alone. I had played out many scenarios in my head, but the experience of reality blew them all away.
I stood back up to kiss her again. My cock was almost hard enough to put me in agony the way it was throbbing against my jeans. Raquel slid off the desk, our naked chests pressed together as our tongues wrestled with one another. Suddenly, she reached between us and grabbed my cock, readjusting it before she tugged it gently over and over. It took so much concentration for me to not blow my load right then and there.
She reached down lower and gently fondled my balls, and then I felt her palm slowly slide up my shaft, followed by her fingers as she traced her way up my dick and out of my pants. The head of my cock was peeking out over the waistline of my jeans, begging for more. I could tell by the way she was kissing me that she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
She nearly ripped the button off my jeans as she pulled them apart, dropping them to the floor. As she kissed her way down my neck and chest, her hands slid down my back as if she were holding on to a fireman’s pole. She kissed her way down to the waistline of my boxer briefs and kissed the head of my cock which was still peeking out. I had never had a woman tease me so bad before. The way she nipped at my cock through the fabric of my underwear was driving me mad. If it felt this good to have her working my shaft through fabric…
Before I could even finish my thought, she had pulled my boxers to the floor and was kissing up and down the length of my cock, from head to balls and back again. She gently sucked my balls as she stroked my cock with her hand. Next she licked my cock from base to tip then danced her tongue in circles around the head of it.
She stood up to kiss me and slid off her shorts, exposing a pale pink g-string. “Oh, Raquel, baby, don’t stop now,” I begged, gazing deep into her eyes. She got back down and grabbed my cock and slowly took it into her mouth. “Oh, God, yes,” I moaned as her mouth took my hard cock in inch by inch. The way she sucked my dick told me that she had been dreaming about this day as long as I had. I could tell how much she wanted me with every movement of her lips and every lick of her tongue.
When she came up to kiss me again, I hooked my fingers in the strings of her thong and slowly slid them over her hips as they fell to the floor. I squeezed her perfect ass, feeling my cock dripping as it was sandwiched between us. I wanted so badly to be inside her, but first, I just had to get a taste of her pussy.
I picked her up and sat her on the edge of my desk and knelt before her. I put my hands on her thighs and pushed them wide open. As I made my tongue wide, I licked that sweet pussy up and down. My tongue mapped its way around the folds of her pussy lips ever so slowly. She moaned with pleasure. Occasionally I would suck one of her flaps in and give it a gentle nibble. She moaned even louder.
I started focusing more attention on her clit, swirling my tongue around it, sucking, and nibbling at it. “Oh yeah!” she moaned. “Keep going!” So I did. I could feel her sweet juices running down my face. While my mouth attended to her clit, I took a couple of fingers and slid them into her cunt. She grabbed my head and shoved it far into her lap as she moaned even louder. “Oh, baby! Yeah! Yeah! Yes, Mr. Stevens!” I could tell she was just about over the edge, so I fingered her even faster, and sucked and nibbled her clit as fast as she pulled my head in. She cried “OH GOD!!!” and then she came, squirting me all over my face and chest.
I got up and went in for another kiss, when she wrapped her legs around my waist. I picked her up and she ground her soaking wet pussy against my throbbing hard cock. As I held her with one arm, I took my cock in my hand and guided it towards her pussy. She was still tensed up so tight from her orgasm that I could hardly get in. With a single powerful thrust, my cock tore through her clenched pussy. She let out a yell mixed with agony and pleasure. I grabbed her by her hips and bounced her up and down on my cock. I don’t know that I’d ever fucked a girl that hard in my life. I know I’d never had a pussy that tight before.
It never let up, either. She was so tight around me. It was almost more than I could handle. I picked her up off of me and she loosened her legs from around me and stood on the floor. I spun her around and bent her over my desk. Another yell as I drove my cock deep inside her. “OH GOD YES! FUCK ME, MR. STEVENS” she yelled. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head towards me. The way she arched her back made her look as beautiful from behind as she felt around my cock inside her. I slapped her ass and rode that pussy like I was a cowboy on a horse and her hair was the reins.
I let go and grabbed her by the hips, fucking her even harder and faster than before. I picked her up and threw her on the couch. She lay on her back, and I entered her again. Her pussy grew tighter and tighter around my cock. She moaned with every thrust, and rocked her hips towards mine matching my insanely fast rhythm. Her moans grew longer and louder, and I knew what was about to happen. “OH, GOD, I’M GONNA CUM AGAIN!!! OH MR. STEVENS, FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK!!!! OH YEAH!!!! CUM WITH ME BABY!!! OH YEAH!!!! YEAH!!!! OHHH GODDDDDDDDD!!!”
Her pussy clamped down on my cock and I almost blacked out as I felt my cum spurting out from my cock into her pussy. Each thrust sprayed more and more of my cum deep inside her. It felt like I had been cumming for five minutes when I was finally able to muster a “GOD DAMN, GIRL!” as I collapsed on top of her.
As I was catching my breath, I wiped the sweat from her face and gazed again into her eyes. “Oh, fuck, Raquel. I don’t think that in all my wildest dreams that I could have ever imagined this being any better.”
“Me either, Mr. Stevens. Me either.”