“Mr. Weston, my pen fell off the desk. Can I leave my seat to get it?” Heather asked softly.
Her teacher had been deliberately focusing on the papers in front of him, but Heather was certain she could get his attention. He growled, looked up and his eyes widened. Heather smiled to herself at the surprise on his face. She had unbuttoned a few extra buttons on her shirt and was leaning forward in her seat, making sure he had a perfect view down the front. She saw his eyes drift down and but almost instantly, he composed himself and forced himself to focus on her eyes.
Round 1, Heather! she thought smugly.
He shook his head in annoyance and answered curtly, “Yes, but that better be the last time it happens. No games today Heather. This is detention and it’s not a place for you to amuse yourself.”
Heather giggled at that. Considering she’d been here the last five days, she was hardly likely to forget where she was, especially since it had become her favorite part of the day. While most people hated coming here, for Heather, this was heaven. She had been mercilessly teasing Mr. Weston all week, driving him absolutely nuts. There was something about messing around with substitute teachers, probably because they hadn’t caught on to her games yet.
She still remembered the first time she had met him. Her shirt had a few too many buttons open and he’d stopped her in the hall to reprimand her for her “inappropriate” uniform. She simply smiled, said “Yes, Mr. Weston,” undid another button, and continued down the hall.
When she found he was going to be the detention teacher, she knew she was going to torture him.
Every afternoon was another game. One time her shirt might be open, another time, her skirt would be too short and sometimes, both at once. Of course, this only happened when the two of them were alone. If someone else was around, Heather’s skirt and shirt were always beyond reproach. At first Mr. Weston had been determined to reprimand her, but he had finally given up, and Heather relished the small victory.
“Thank you, Mr. Weston,” she answered sweetly as she got up and made a show of looking around the room.
Heather smiled a small mischievous smile as she looked him over. She was surprised at just how much he could take. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he were to lose that rigid reserve.
Many times she’d fantasized about what that would be like. During the day she tried to make things as ‘hard’ on him as she could, then she would go home and night and pretend…
“I think it rolled under those shelves,” she said as she got down on her hands and knees, leaning down to look under the bookcase. This wasn’t an accident. She knew the way she looked, her skirt riding up and her legs slightly apart. She’d spent enough time posing in her room to get it just right. She saw him looking over at her on the floor and knew she was it was working.
As she looked back toward the shelves, she stretched down, keeping her ass high in the air. She loved the thought of him watching her as she leaned down on the floor. The best part was teasing him mercilessly and knowing that he wouldn’t do anything about it. Sure, she was “legal” and old enough, but no matter what she did, he was always the very model of rigid control and she was free to drive him crazy.
“I can’t quite reach it,” she complained loudly, turning and giving him a small little smile. For a moment his expression changed, and then, just as quickly, his eyes were back on her ass.
She had never gone this far before and was wondering what he was thinking. She could just see him out of the corner of her eye, watching as her short skirt rode higher and higher. She leaned over a bit more and knew that he was getting an excellent view now, especially considering she wasn’t wearing any panties.
She spread her legs a bit more as she pretended to stretch forward and reach under the bookcase as far as she could. She moaned just a bit and then in the same sultry tone added a breathless, “Oh, god, it’s so close…”
She heard a soft gasp from Mr. Weston and wiggled her ass exposing her bare pussy even more. She felt a thrill knowing that he was watching her, knowing just how much he could see.
Finally, she looked over her shoulder a small little pout on her lips, “I think I may need some help.”
He looked back at the closed door and then back to her. She was bent over in front of him now and she felt his gaze burning on her ass and bare pussy. Just knowing he was staring at her was getting her more and more turned on every minute. His eyes were hungry as they roamed over her and she had never seen him stare at her in quite that way. She was half excited, half nervous and wondered just what he was going to do. Could he really control himself?
“You really want my help, Heather?” he asked, his voice deep and serious.
For a moment, Heather hesitated. Somehow his tone was more serious than she was expecting.
She found her voice and answered softly, “Yes, Mr. Weston.”
“Are you sure?” he asked as he got up from behind his desk and walked over to where she was.
Heather couldn’t help but look up. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the front of his pants. The material across his crotch was pushed out so far that she couldn’t help but wonder how big he was. As she stared, she felt warm wetness slip from between her legs and her stomach began to tingle.
“Yes, Mr. Weston,” she said again.
He walked over to where she was kneeling and took a seat on a chair close to her. His eyes traveled from her ass down her legs to her feet and back again. He was no longer trying to hide it. She knew he was staring directly at her pussy and her stomach clenched with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
She started to lean back onto her heels but before she could get back up, he had his hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down.
“Don’t give up yet, Heather. With a little more effort, I think you just might be able to reach it. You need to finish what you start. Try again.”
“But I think…” she began, but he cut her off.
“You dropped your pen. Go get it,” he said commandingly.
Heather realized what he wanted and obediently returned to all fours in front of him. He took a seat next to her, and she could feel his leg brush against hers. As she moved forward, she felt his hand touch her ass and gasped with surprise.
“You’ll have to look a bit harder than that,” he said as his hand moved a bit lower. Soon she felt his hand slid even further down her back, down to her ass. Everywhere he touched her, she felt like her skin was on fire.
Heather gasped as his fingers slid in between the crack of her ass. She felt his middle finger slide further down until it was nearly touching her sensitive folds.
“Heather,” he said softly, “If you want something, you have to work for it. You aren’t going to get it without more effort. Try harder.”
Obediently, she leaned forward, her arm sliding under the shelves as far as she could reach. The lower her shoulder went to the ground, the higher her ass went into the air. Her breathing was fast and excited as she wondered what he was going to do and how far he’d go.
She didn’t have long to wait.
Slowly, his fingers descended to her soft folds and Heather froze as she felt his fingers dip between her pussy lips. When they found her clit, she took a sharp breath as the sensation rushed through her, down to her toes.
“Any luck?” he asked as his fingers caressed her wet slit. His fingers teased her slowly, running from her clit all the way down to her slick opening. She didn’t answer so he said, “No matter. Keep at it. Stay just like that. I’m sure you’ll find it. You can do anything you put your mind to.”
Heather couldn’t believe what he was doing to her and the effect it had on her so quickly. His thumb made a slow circle around her sensitive bud and she moaned when he squeezed it gently.
Finally, one of his thick digits slid inside her and she gasped and closed her eyes as the pleasure rushed in. She squealed as his invading digit penetrated her tight pussy, playing with her, exploring her. Surprised, she tried to get up but he kept her there, her ass in the air in front of him. He continued teasing her and keeping her on the edge of an orgasm as his capable fingers played with her most sensitive area.
She started moaning under his ministrations and realized she was quickly losing control. With his thumb, he teased her clit while he thrust his finger in and out of her. He increased his pace and before she knew it, she felt her climax rush through her body and the world exploded around her. She felt her pussy tighten around his thick digit as her body lost control.
Finally, his fingers slowed and Heather began returning to reality. Coming down and breathing heavily, she couldn’t believe what had just happened.
“Oh, Mr. Weston,” she started not knowing exactly what to say, “I can’t believe I just… That was… I mean…”
But he cut her off before she could finish. “Did you think you could just tease me all week and there wouldn’t be consequences? That was just the beginning, Heather,” he said softly, his fingers still playing with her gently. “I think it’s only fair that I get to tease you as much as you have me, every way I can think of.”
His voice was confident and sure and she felt a thrill run through her. His eyes pierced hers and she felt a shiver of fear too. She knew she had put herself into this situation, but she couldn’t help wonder just what he had in mind.
He helped her up off the floor and then grabbed her by the waist, placing her on the chair in front of him. He kneeled and spread her legs wide in front of him, keeping her skirt high around her hips. He gently parted her pussy lips with his fingers and began teasing her abused clit again.
Suddenly, he pulled her hips toward him, and with his eyes never leaving hers, slowly leaned down in front of her open pussy. She gasped as his tongue darted out and slowly licked the length of her swollen pussy. She threw her head back as his tongue found her already aroused clit and traced a line slowly across it.
Using one finger, he gently slid into her as deep as he could. She let out a low moan as he spread her lips and lightly circled her clit with his tongue. He inserted a second finger inside her and she took a ragged breath as he pushed her open, sending thrills through her. With his thumbs, he parted her and ran his teeth gently against her clit sending tingles through to her stomach.
Suddenly, he sucked hard on her little bud as his fingers pressed deep inside. It was more than Heather could take. She instantly exploded, shuddering and gasping, as she came so hard she almost couldn’t breathe. She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to keep her balance and focused on the waves of pleasure cascading throughout her. Her legs quivered and her body shook as he continued his oral assault. He kept his face ground against her pussy and she rode out the final tide of pleasure, teeth gritted and eyes shut.
“Oh god, that was so intense,” she said breathlessly.
As the orgasm began to fade, his fingers expertly began bringing her body back to life. Even though she had already had two mind-blowing orgasms, she couldn’t help feel like she wanted even more. She stared at the huge bulge in his pants and couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he used that on her.
Soon, he had her going wild again only this time he kept her just on the edge. She moaned as his fingers teased and taunted her, getting her close to release but stopping right before she could hit her peak again.
She moaned softly and looked down to see him smiling up at her.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice soft but serious.
“Oh, god,” she whispered back. He continued to tease her as she moaned again. “Please,” she added softly.
His fingers continued their gentle assault and she groaned.
“Please what?” he asked.
All she could think about was what it would be like to have him inside of her. Her eyes were staring intently at his pants as she sat up, pulling him to his feet. Slowly, she reached for his belt and began to undo it.
“That is what you really wanted all this time, isn’t it?” he asked with a small smile.
“Yes,” she answered, realizing she wanted him more than she had ever wanted any of the guys from school.
His other hand found the buttons of her shirt and began to open them further. She closed her eyes as he cupped her breast and rolled a nipple through the lacy bra between his fingers.
“Then show me, how much you want my cock,” he said simply as he squeezed her nipple, the thrill shooting down to her pussy.
She reached for his pants and undid the belt and then the top button. She could feel his large cock underneath the thick material. It was already hard and she ran her hand along the outline. She undid the zipper slowly, pushed his slacks down and soon, the only thing between her and his massive cock was a thin layer of cotton. She pulled the waistband of his underwear down and his long member sprang free.
Heather took a sharp breath as she saw him for the first time. It would have been an understatement to say that he was longer and thicker than any of the guys she had been with. His oversized member rose up in front of her, erect and proud and she couldn’t help but stare. Part of her wondered what it would feel like to have his cock deep inside her and the other part wondered if it was even possible for her to take it at all!
She touched the top of him and then slid her hand down until she cupped his balls in her fingers. She felt their weight in her hand and rubbed them gently.
Mr. Weston moaned a bit and she smiled, enjoying how it felt to keep him on edge for a bit. She let her other hand slide up and down his shaft while she continued to massage his balls.
He sighed again and let out a soft groan, “Don’t stop, Heather. Finish what you start.”
Slowly, she lowered her head down until her breath warmed the tip. His cock throbbed in her hands, and she let her tongue flick out and taste the little drop of pre-cum at the tip.
Her hot mouth surrounded his cock and with her tongue she played with the bulbous head while her hand slid along his thick length. When she pulled away, he moaned in protest and she dropped her mouth on him again.
Gently she squeezed his balls as her mouth took him in again. She started sucking up and down on his throbbing cock running her tongue along his length. One hand squeezed the base of his cock while the other lightly rubbed his balls. Each time she sucked him into her mouth, she took him a bit farther in and she felt him getting harder. When he groaned loudly, she felt herself become slick with her own excitement.
He pulled her roughly to her feet and she saw the arousal in his face as he looked at her. She kept her hands on his cock, massaging his balls and sliding her fingers gently along his thick member.
“Not yet,” he said simply as he released a ragged breath.
He looked in her eyes and she felt herself take a quick breath. His hands traveled along the front of her bra and it sent warm shivers through her.
“Take it off,” he ordered.
“But, I thought,” she began and he cut her off.
“I wasn’t asking, Heather,” he said softly.
His hands ran across the silky fabric and he quickly undid the clasp, sliding the bra to the ground. He explored her breasts, rolling the nipples tenderly between his fingertips until they stiffened under his touch. Tendrils of fire made their way to her pussy and she knew she must be soaked.
Mr. Weston cupped one full breast in his hand and leaned over to take her nipple into his mouth. His teeth ran over her erect nub and she gasped from the sensation. As his mouth teased her, his hands moved lower and lower until they found her pussy. He pushed his palm against her soft mound, pressing her clit and turning her on even more.
“Well?” he asked as his hands ran along the inside of her thighs and slowly traveled up to her sensitive slit. His hands rubbed against her, and his fingers slid along her wet folds. His fingers found her small bud again and rubbed it gently. “What do you want?”
She gasped as his thumb made circles over the sensitive nub. She knew she should tell him to not to, that she should just leave the room. Her teasing had taken her way past anything she ever expected, but when his hand squeezed the tiny bud, all thoughts of what was appropriate fled her mind. He slid a finger back inside her and she felt electricity shoot up through stomach to her breasts.
“You are so wet,” he said as his finger slid in and out of her slick pussy. “The truth is you want to be fucked. Don’t you?”
She moaned as she realized he was right. He had her so aroused that all she could think about was how much she wanted his big, hard cock inside of her. Her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily around his finger and she knew he had his answer.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked again as his other hand cupped her breast. His thumb found her nipple and he ran his nail across it.
She gasped from the sensation and leaned against him to steady herself. His strong fingers played with her erect nipple, sending thrills through her breasts and down to her pussy.
“You’re soaked,” he said as he slipped another finger into her slick channel. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”
Heather’s body was on fire. She wasn’t used to a man having this much control over her body. She realized she was completely lost and ready to do whatever he asked. All she could think about was fucking him, feeling his large cock inside her, her legs wrapped around him.
“You don’t just want to be fucked, you need to be fucked. Don’t you?” He squeezed her clit for emphasis, sending sensations rushing through her pussy. “Say it,” he said pausing to suck on her nipple, “Tell me you want to be fucked.”
“Yes,” she reluctantly admitted.
“I am going to enjoy sliding inside your sweet little pussy,” he whispered softly into her ear even as his cock pressed against her wet opening.
He pushed the head of his cock slowly inside her and she felt her pussy ache as her body stretched to accommodate his thick member.
“God, you’re so damn tight,” he groaned as he inched his way further inside her, forcing her tight channel to accept his large cock.
Heather moaned with pleasure and she felt her pussy open reluctantly as he penetrated her even further. The deeper inside her he pushed, the more overwhelming the sensation became.
“Oh god,” she moaned as she felt his balls gently rest against her ass. Her body was stretched beyond anything she had ever imagined, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. He remained there for a moment, letting her get used to his size.
Heather had never had a man fill her so completely. Her muscles clenched tightly around him and she felt him get even harder. Instinctively, she pushed up against his erection, driving him even deeper inside. He groaned as pulled himself out slowly and began a steady rhythm, pounding her hard and fast. Heather pushed up to meet him as he plunged inside her and felt her body begin to build to another climax. With each stoke, she felt herself getting more overwhelmed and the orgasm growing.
His breathing was losing control as he pounded her harder and faster. Suddenly, Heather arched her back as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her body and she began to shiver uncontrollably. With each new stroke, she felt her body overcome with the sensations he was giving her. His rhythm became even harder and faster as his balls hit against her ass. He groaned with his lust and with one last, hard thrust, he came, cock buried deep, pulsing inside of her.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, her body still in shock from the mind-blowing orgasms she just had.
As he pulled himself back together, Heather put back on her bra and shirt. Soon, they were both dressed and Mr. Weston headed back to his desk at the front of the classroom.
Just as they were both in their seats, the bell rang announcing the end of the period and the end of Heather’s detention.
As she stood up, Mr. Weston looked over at her. “I hope you learned a valuable lesson today.”
“Yes, I certainly did,” she answered her voice low and soft, “but I suppose you won’t know for sure until I see you tomorrow at detention.” She gave him an impish grin as she turned to leave.
“Tomorrow is Saturday,” he said.
“I know,” she replied and when she reached the door looked over her shoulder at him.
“But I never found my pen.”