My Biology Teacher

The last hour

Tick. Tick. Tick.

16:43.

The last hour off class ticks away slowly, too slowly. The school was nearly empty, leaving just our class and a few other teachers at the school finishing their work. Our Biology classroom was at the end of the hallway, in the old part of the school. It was as far away from the main building as you could get, no one ever goes there if they don't have class in that particular room.

16:45 and finally the school bell rings. Everyone starts packing up their stuff and as always I am last to leave. I see the last student in the room exit, she lets the door fall close behind her.

"Can you stay for a bit?" My Biology teacher asks. He is hot, like super hot. He is a common subject in girls's conversations at this school.

"Sure, why?" I ask.

He asks me to come over to his desk to show me my grade. Nobody got their grade yet, why would he show me? I ask myself as I walk over to his desk and push myself up to sit on top of it. He shows me my grade. It's a 9.8. He compliments me and looks up at me, since I am now sitting a little higher than he is. I notice his broad shoulders in the tight button up shirt he is wearing.

It is silent. I never got higher than a 6.5 with my old teacher. I thank him as he stands up, my eyes immediately glide down to his waist. Goddamn stop it, he is your teacher. When I drag my eyes back up he is looking at me. I feel my cheeks immediately heat up. He doesn't break eye contact as he walks around his desk to stand in front of me. My eyes glided down again, noticing the bulge in his pants growing. Fuck. I look up and when my eyes meet his he drags them over my body. My teacher is checking me out. What the hell is happening.

"I suggest you stop looking at me like that unless you plan on doing something about it," he says. Is he flirting with me? Was I flirting with him? What the hell is going on? I ask myself again.

Before I can stop myself I spread my legs a little, with the intention of him stepping between them. And he does. I lay my hand on his shoulder and run it down his arm. My fingers meet his and I guide his hands to my waist. He slides his hand up my body till his hand is in my neck. He pulls me closer and leans in. I close my eyes and then I feel his warm breath near my ear.

"This is so wrong." His voice is deep and dark, craving something that can take up its sound. Seconds later he kisses my ear, my neck and then he finds my sweet spot. He gently starts sucking. A shiver runs through my body as I feel his teeth sinking into my skin. I feel my pussy throbbing for him. I want him, my teacher.

He follows his way of kisses up to my mouth and then his lips finally meet mine. The moment I have been dreaming off, since he stepped into my classroom this winter. The kiss is sweet at first, but it gets rougher and deeper every second. I savor every second of it by exploring every part of his mouth with my tongue. He glides his hands down the side of my body, resting them on my hips eventually. He pulls me closer to the end of the desk. I feel his erection pressing into me.

"Do u feel that? Thats what u do to me, every fuckin' time I see you sweetheart."

He lifted up my sweater and unclipps my bra within one try. He squeezes my breast with one hand and twists my nippel with the other one. I throw my head back and sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Fuck this man is good. I sit myself up straight again and start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a tanned six pack. God damn, he is beautiful. I slide the shirt down his arms and he drops the shirt. I trail my hand over his bicep as he slides his hand up my thigh and rubs his hands over my underwear. I moan as his fingers gently stroke against my clit. He pulls my underwear aside and slips a finger inside of me. As he picks up speed he slips another finger inside of me. He drags them in and out of me, almost making me beg for him to let me come.

I moan. "I'm going t-.'" I almost scream it out, but he covers my mouth with his hand to muffle my screams. My orgasm is still rolling through me when he picks me up from the table and puts me on the ground. I push myself on my tippy toes to kiss him, but right before my lips touch his he spins me around and bends me over the table. Seconds later I feel his cock at my entrance. Without any further warning he pushes his cock inside me. I yelp and tears form in the corner of my eyes. Fuck he is big. He slowly pushes in and out of me, while the pain fades away with every thrust. Then he places his hands on my tits, pulling my upper body up so I am almost standing straight up. He kisses my neck and then he whispers in my ear: "That's it, goodgirl. Come for me".

I moan and seconds later I almost collapse on the table. Fuck. My orgasm rips through me.

Without barely any time to recover he pulls out of me and picks me up, placing me on the table so I'm facing him, but he immediately thrusts into me again. Fucking me harder then he did a few seconds ago. His head falls to my temple and he grunts. His hand squeezes my breast and he crashes his lips to mine. Capturing my mouth into a hungry kiss. His thrusts get sloppier and he comes inside of me with a loud moan. I let myself fall back onto the table as he pulls out of me. He disposes of the condom and pulls his pants back up.

I put my bra and shirt back on and I stop him from closing the buttons of his shirt. Pushing him down in the chair, I climb on top of him. I lean in and kiss him one last time. He cupps my ass with his hands and when I softly bite his lip I feel his cock hardening again. I let my hand slide over his abs one last time and then I break the kiss and stand up. Without saying another word I grab my bag and walk out of the classroom as if nothing happend.