Bucking and Moaning in Class

Mr. Cameron was grading the last of his papers in his room when Chelsea came in. She was his favorite student and by far the most attractive. But this time her mascara and makeup was smeared all over her face. She’d been crying a lot. She dropped her backpack by a desk and stood there shaking. “Chelsea what’s wrong?” He got out of his chair and went to his distraught student. 
She sobbed out ”Mr. Cameron, boys are so stupid!” She flung herself into his arms.

Chris pushed down a desire to kiss her tears away. This was a student and still a virgin, even if she was eighteen. “Oh hun, yes they are. You want to talk about it?” He stroked her bright red hair, and held her as she sobbed. Her hands shook against his chest.

“No I just - hic - wanted somebody to hug me and ho- hic - hold me.” She turned her face into his neck and cried harder.
“Oh Chelsea, I’m sorry you’ve been hurt.” He rubbed her back and hugged her tighter, trying to radiate reassurance and security. 

He held her until after the last bell had rang and everyone had left the building. He heard the day janitors vacuuming in the hall and then leave. The night janitors didn’t show up for another couple of hours.

Chelsea’s tears had stopped. Her wholesome warm body was pressed up against his length. He thought of something else to keep his mind off his growing erection. She was a student. He was a teacher. He could lose his job. But oh, if he could have her it would be worth it.

She opened her hands against his pectorals. He looked down but decided he was imagining things.

She opened and closed his hands in her head. She moved her head back from his neck and smelled a deep breath of his scent. Her nose went softly up from the base of his neck to right below his ear.

He moved his hands lower on her back and pulled her against him more. He knew he wasn’t imagining it any more. This was actually happening! She pushed him more so he stepped back and she pushed him against the desk. She kissed his neck softly, then ran her tongue quickly up his neck. He gave a shudder and closed his eyes. He knew from school gossip that she was still a virgin but she had done everything else. He turned his head into her neck and sucked lightly on her neck. He ran his soft kisses from her neck along her jaw line until her reached her mouth.

Her lips parted slightly when he kissed her. She moved her hands from his chest to behind him and along his jaw, feeling the rough stubble with the pad of her thumb. His hands moved down and one came across the beltline of her denim skirt raising her shirt. His palm slip slowly across the bare skin of her lower back. His slipped his tongue into her mouth, playing with her eager lips and tongue.
Her hands scratched his back gently. The pace of her kiss sped up, becoming more passionate. “Oh Mr. Cameron if only you knew how many times I’ve wanted you in class.” Frustrated with the feel of cloth instead of skin she pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his tanned chest. She pulled him against her and he took off her shirt. She kissed him again, ramming her tongue in his mouth. He sat back in his desk chair and pulled her on top of him. She sat in his lap straddling his huge erection. She took his hand and guided it down to her crotch. She raised her skirt and placed his hand over her naked clit. She wasn’t wearing underwear! 

He slid his fingers along the outsides of her slit and she moaned and thrust against his hands. When he slid a finger inside her she twitched. Another finger made her spasm again and her eyes darken with desire. Her hands opened his fly, freeing his long, full erection. She slowly slid her hands up and down it, warming it with her heat. He moaned into her neck as he kissed his way down to her breasts. He kissed all over her breasts before taking a stiff pink nipple into his mouth. She pressed against him, holding the back of his head with her hand.

“Honey, I can’t take it anymore.” She cried out. “I need you please.” She kisses him passionately and pulls her skirt up. “Please.” She slid forward, pressing his shaft between the folds of her wet pussy. As he kissed her shoulder, she took his shaft, pointed it toward her center, and then slowly impaled herself on it. Her head fell back as she widened to fit him inside her. As he kisses her throat she begins to move. At first it’s slow, grinding movements. He angles in for deeper, and she shifts her hips taking him to his hilt. “Oh god, Mr. Cameron, if I had known it would be like this, I would have done this a long time ago.” Her movements became frantic. Her hips began to move faster. His shaft throbbed with the need for release, but she was going to have to yell first. He grabbed her hips and began lifting her up and dropping her down around his shaft. Her head fell back with the first of multiple orgasms. She began bucking and moaning loudly. He was pushed to the limits of his control when she came around him. Her love muscles squeezed his rod over and over as she rose and fell upon it. 

He stood up and her legs wrapped around his rear. “Mmm, please do it harder.” He turned and slammed her against the wall. Her head began tossing back and forth in ecstasy. He pushed her aginst the wall and began thrusting into her even faster. She pulled his hair and head back and looked him in the eye. “Come with me. Now.” He buried himself in her a few more times. She began moving her hips and increased his arousal even more, then held him on the brink of paradise. He stayed there for a nanosecond, then came like a bolt of lightning. She came again when the thick ropes of cum hit her. His head fell back and his feral cries joined her as they brought each other to perfect orgasm. He was burning inside of her, and she was twitching from her multiple orgasms. He kissed her deeply as he grew soft again inside her. She licked her lips and stared up at him with still-stunned eyes. “Oh yeah, definitely gonna have to try that again.”