All characters in this story are 18 or older.
About a week after Britney Thompson’s encounter with Mr. Foster, when she had sucked off her English teacher to completion in his office in return for a passing grade, she was walking through the parking lot in the morning towards school when she heard someone call her name.
She looked around and heard the voice again and located it. It was Mr. Johnson, her geography teacher, in his car, with his window down, and she walked over to him. He was in his 40s she estimated, over six-foot, well-built, balding, and rarely clean shaven.
“Miss Thompson, do you have a moment?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said, leaning on the car door frame. “What’s up.”
“Word on the street is, you have some magic ability to suddenly improve your grades,” he said.
Britney was suddenly wide-eyed, realizing immediately what he must have been referring to, and stunned that word had somehow got out.
“You mean, by studying hard?” she said.
“Right, right. Studying hard,” he replied with a half-smile. “I heard you have another, less conventional method.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she replied, standing up straight and crossing her arms. She wasn’t keen on the idea of anyone finding out what she had done.
“OK, OK,” said Mr. Johnson. “But I’ll just say, if you want to get, say, an A in my class, I’m sure we can find a way to make that happen.”
“Like I said…,” Britney began.
“Come on,” Mr. Johnson interrupted. “I know. You don’t have to carry on like little miss innocent.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she repeated.
“Fine. But if you do want an A, and let’s be honest, it’s not going to happen any other way, come see me and we’ll figure out an arrangement,” he said.
Britney looked at him for a moment, and then wordlessly turned and walked away towards school.
Over the next few hours, she mulled over his proposition in her mind. On the one hand, no fucking way. But on the other hand, she had done it for Mr. Foster, so why not Mr. Johnson? And she had to admit it to herself, she had actually enjoyed it, the sense of impropriety, the sense of danger, even just the act of getting him off. And it sure beat the alternative of somehow turning into a brilliant student who could turn her grades around before the end of the year by working harder and paying more attention. The question in this case was, how much did she want an A? She wasn’t in danger of failing Mr. Johnson’s class like she was Mr. Foster’s, but an A sounded good. And she was confident she could please him just as she had Mr. Foster.
And so, at the end of the day, she found herself outside Mr. Johnson’s classroom. She peeked her head inside and found him at his desk, and knocked on the doorframe.
“Britney,” he said, looking up, with a knowing smile on his face. “Come in.”
She walked over to his desk, his eyes following her the whole way, looking her up and down. She imagined his cock was getting just as hard as Mr. Foster’s was the other day.
“OK,” she said.
“OK what?” he asked.
“What you talked about before. I’m in,” she replied.
“And what exactly is that?” she asked.
“Fuck…,” she sighed frustratedly, rolling her eyes. “You brought it up. I can’t deal with your bullshit,”
She turned, genuinely disgusted, and started to walk away when he called her back.
“Britney,” he pleaded, perhaps sensing that his chance might be lost. “I just needed to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Do you want it or not?” she asked, turning back towards him.
“I do. Do you want an A in my class?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied impatiently.
“Well then, we’re on the same page,” he said, and began writing on a post-it. When he was done writing it, he tore it off the pad and held it out.
Britney walked back to his desk, and took it from him and looked at it. It was an address.
“Does tonight at 7 work for you?” he asked.
“Uh…yeah, I guess so. And…here, I take it?” she replied, holding up the note.
“Uh-huh,” he replied. “I’m really looking forward to helping you get that A.”
“I bet you are,” she said, before turning and walking away.
“Oh,” he said, making her stop again. “And wear something appropriate for the occasion.”
She thought for a moment, then turned and left the room.
She went home and changed, putting on the same short skirt she wore the day she seduced Mr. Foster, with sweatpants over it, and told her mom she was going to hang out with friends. When she reached Mr. Johnson’s place, parking half a block away on the street, she pulled off the sweatpants in the car. He lived in a big apartment building, and Britney pressed his apartment number on the intercom and a couple of seconds was buzzed in.
Britney suddenly got nervous on the way up in the elevator. Was she really about to go to a teacher’s apartment to suck him off, or do whatever he had in mind? That thought antalya escort hadn’t really occurred to her until that moment. With Mr. Foster, she approached him, so it was on her terms. She offered to give him a blowjob. But Mr. Johnson had broached the subject, so was she really in control?
She took a deep breath as she stepped out of the elevator and followed the sign towards his apartment, and another deep breath as she rang his doorbell. She was really doing this. Again. She reminded herself of the reward, and that it would all be worth it, but she wasn’t sure.
Mr. Johnson opened the door. He was wearing a green t-shirt and grey sweatpants. She didn’t notice a bulge, because she purposely avoided looking down there. Mr. Johnson meanwhile, looked her up and down, just as he had in his room earlier that day, but this time he smiled after taking her in.
“Come in,” he said, and Britney stepped inside and into the hallway of his apartment. He walked past and she followed him, and he led her to his kitchen. She looked around. His apartment was pretty nice, she thought to herself, neat, not too small.
She stood in his kitchen, her heart racing a little, as he opened the fridge.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked.
“No thank you,” Britney replied, nervously looking around.
“Are you sure? Might help you relax a little,” he said, opening the fridge.
“I’m good, thanks,” she responded.
“Well I’m going to have a beer,” he said, pulling one from the fridge and twisting off the top. That’s when she finally noticed the massive bulge in his sweatpants.
“OK,” he said after taking a swig. “Get on your knees.”
Britney hesitated, the reality of the situation suddenly sinking in.
“On your knees,” he repeated, though without much of a sense of impatience. “You didn’t come her to watch me drink.”
This time, Britney complied, albeit slowly, and as she dropped to her knees, Mr. Johnson put his bottle on the kitchen counter and slid his sweatpants down, his boxers following shortly and ending up around his ankles.
He was fully hard and his erection sprang to attention, eye level with Britney. She noticed immediately he was bigger than Mr. Foster. Not just longer but also thicker, and the thought of putting in her mouth was daunting.
He didn’t wait for Britney to take the initiative, figuring she would need some encouragement, and put his left hand on the back of her head and brought her towards his crotch. She put her hands on his thighs to steady herself and before she knew it, his cock slid past her lips and into her warm, wet mouth, and Britney was sucking a second teacher’s cock in the space of a week.
“Mmmmm,” he sighed as Britney sucked on cockhead and took his shaft into her mouth, his hand still on the back of her head. With his free hand he picked up his bottle and continued drinking, as his beautiful 18-year old student fellated him in his kitchen.
“Holy fuck. Britney,” he said, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of having his fat, throbbing cock sucked by his beautiful student. “You’re a great cocksucker.”
He kept his hand on her head but Britney was relieved to find he wasn’t trying to make her deepthroat him, because she was convinced there was no way she could, given the size of his manhood. Her head bobbed up and down in his crotch, Mr. Johnson groaning with pleasure over and over, for a few minutes before he withdrew his cock from her mouth. Strands of saliva momentarily linked her lips to the head of his cock and Britney looked up at him for further instruction.
“Stick your tongue out,” he said before taking another swig of beer.
Britney did as she was told, extending her tongue, and he took his cock in his left hand and slapped her tongue with it. It occurred to Britney that if she had just worked harder at school, she wouldn’t find herself being cockslapped by her teacher in his home.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Britney, you know that?” he said, still beating his cock against her tongue.
“Oh fuck, I can’t resist,” he said, putting his bottle on the counter again. Britney wondered what he was talking about but she would find out seconds later.
He guided his cock into her mouth again and this time, instead of one hand on the back of her head, he put both hands on top of her head and began to thrust his hips forward. What Britney feared had come to pass, only worse. She gagged almost immediately as he shoved his throbbing cock as far as it could go, her eyes watering and her eye makeup running down her cheeks.
“Take all of it,” he growled as his cock triggered her gag reflex, ignoring her muffled moans. Britney just had to hope he would let her come up for air soon.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned as he fucked Britney’s helpless mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. He was really making her work for an A grade.
Finally he withdrew his cock, saliva spilling out of Britney’s mouth and down her chin and onto the kitchen floor. She took a few deep breaths and fethiye escort didn’t even have time to hope he was done fucking her face before he re-inserted his throbbing manhood, forcing her to deepthroat him again and pounding her mouth.
“I can’t believe I’m balls deep in Britney Thompson’s face,” he said to himself, his grip on Britney’s hair becoming tighter and his thrusts getting faster and more forceful. His balls slapped against her chin as he facefucked her. She had had guys persuade her to take them deep into her mouth, perhaps deeper than she wanted on occasion, but nobody had fucked her mouth like this. And she couldn’t believe it was her geography teacher doing it.
“Do you like sucking your teacher’s cocks?” he asked, withdrawing his member from her mouth, drool linking her mouth to the head of his cock.
“Uh-huh,” she assented, barely able to speak.
“Mmm yes, I can tell,” he said, before slapping her in the face with his fat cock again. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes sir,” Britney replied, understanding the role he wanted her to take, and what to say. She was right to wonder earlier if she would be in control in this case, and she certainly wasn’t. She was playing by Mr. Johnson’s rules, and he was overflowing with lust.
“Get up,” he ordered, so she did, while he kicked his sweatpants and boxers off his legs.
He took her by the arm and led her to his living room, and his sofa, and he sat while she stood in front of him. He lifted her t-shirt over her head and unclasped her bra, revealing her perfect breasts, and he was practically salivating. Right away he took her left breast into his mouth, licking and sucking on her nipple hard, devouring it. She tasted so good and he couldn’t get enough, and it felt amazing for Britney too. She couldn’t help but moan with pleasure as her teacher sucked on her tits, and she felt her pussy getting wetter all the time. He switched to the right one, at first flicking his tongue over her erect nipple before taking as much of her breast into her mouth as he could.
“You like that don’t you?” he said in between sucks.
“Uh-huh.” she said.
“Take off your skirt.”
She did as she was told, pulling her skirt down as his tongue made its way down her body, kissing and licking her stomach, stopping at her navel to insert his tongue. Britney’s body tingled from the licking as well as the anticipation of what was to come.
“And the rest,” he said, noticing she had not removed her panties. So she did, slipping her pink panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked in her teacher’s living room as he explored her body with his mouth.
“Oh fuck yes,” he said, looking down and noticing her pussy was completely shaved.
He put his right hand between her legs, his fingers flat against her smooth snatch, and then inserted his middle finger into her juicy hole. She gasped, and then moaned as he penetrated her, and he followed up by adding his forefinger and probing deeper and deeper.
“God you’re so fucking wet,” he whispered, sounding half-turned on, half-disgusted with her. “You filthy little bitch.”
Britney had never been talked to like this before, had never wanted to be talked to in this way, but there was something about it, his dominance over her, that she couldn’t help but find arousing.
“Come here,” he said, withdrawing his fingers and grabbing her by the hips, pulling her down towards him.
Then she felt the fingers of his right hand, which had just been in her wet cunt, against her lips, and pushed past them, inserting his fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them, she felt she had no choice, and tasted her own pussy juices, another first. It tasted good, slightly sweet, and unlike anything she had tasted before.
“How does your pussy taste?” he asked and all she could do was mumble a response, her mouth full of his fingers. “Yeah I bet it’s good. I’m gonna taste it too.”
When he withdrew his fingers, she expected him to go down on her right away, but instead he put both hands on the back of her head and pulled her towards him and between his legs. She barely had time to catch her breath before he pushed her head into his crotch and she found his cock deep in her mouth again, her hands on his thighs for support.
“Mmmm fuck that feels good,” he groaned, his cock still rock hard and bathed in Britney’s saliva again. This time he let her do the work rather than forcing his cock as deep as it could go, and she obediently sucked him enthusiastically and hard.
“Good girl,” he said, lifting her head off his cock.
He took her by the arm again and pushed her towards the couch, and she lay on it, completely exposed, as he looked her all over. She hated to admit it but her pussy was aching and she was desperate for him to eat her out, and she wouldn’t be disappointed. Holding her ankles, he lifted her legs up and spread them, and then began kissing and licking her legs, down her calves, alternating from left to kaş escort right and back again, and then her thighs. Britney squirmed in anticipation as he sucked on her inner thighs, closer and closer to her glistening slit.
Finally he reached it, and Britney sighed, almost squealed as she felt his tongue against her pussy lips, then probing deeper, inside her, and then making contact with her clit. He lapped at it with the same fervor with which he had sucked on her tits earlier and it felt incredible to Britney. Here she was in Mr. Johnson’s living room, getting her pussy eaten, or rather, devoured by her geography teacher. It felt so wrong but she couldn’t deny the feeling, and how wet she was. She needed this. All thoughts of why she was here in the first place, that A she wanted, were so far from her mind while she just enjoyed Mr. Johnson munching on her sopping wet cunt.
He reached up with his right hand and grabbed her left breasts, squeezing it and rubbing her nipple between his fingers, and she found herself doing the same with the other one. With his other hand, he spread her pussy lips and tongue-fucked her, pushing it inside her as deep as it would go, determined to taste every inch of her.
And then, to Britney’s delight, and relief, he focused on her engorged clit, his tongue delicately bathing it in saliva, flicking it, sending waves of pleasure spreading from Britney’s crotch down her legs and up her body.
“Yes, like that, don’t stop,” she whispered breathlessly, instinctively.
And he didn’t stop, and instead sped up, licking feverishly, on a mission to make his gorgeous 18-year-old student cum, right there on his sofa. And neither of them would have to wait more than a few seconds. Britney felt it coming, her breathing become more shallow, her pussy almost going numb for a second, her breasts gently throbbing, her face tingling, and then, with his tongue still joined to her clit, she came.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” she moaned, so loudly surely the neighbors would hear, and her hips bucked and her body spasmed as her orgasm seemed to fill every inch of her. Mr. Johnson didn’t let up, still licking away at her, driving her to an increasingly intense climax that made Britney think she might even pass out. She even drooled, and mumbled incoherently, and half-tried to tell him to stop, because it was so good it was practically overwhelming, too intense for her to continue to experience. A few seconds later anyway, he did slow down, and then stopped, and the best orgasm Britney had ever felt finally subsided.
He let her get her breath back, partially at least, and then gestured for her to come towards him again as he sat on the sofa. He didn’t have to say what he wanted, she could tell, and she got on her hands and knees on the sofa and took his throbbing cock into her mouth again. Invigorated by her orgasm, she worked his shaft with her right hand while sucking hard on the head of his cock. This time, she didn’t feel his hand on her head, and instead he sat back as Britney sucked him off, the room filled with sounds of his groaning with pleasure, and the slurping of her mouth around his fat cock.
But she didn’t suck him for long, as she felt him move, and his cock slipped out of her mouth, her saliva this time dripping onto his sofa. He got on her knees and she instinctively lay down on the sofa, and seconds later he put his hands either side of her shoulders and loomed over her. He reached down with his right hand, took his cock in his hand, guided it inside her. Her twat was so wet his cockhead slipped inside so easily, followed inch by inch by the rest of his fat cock.
And just as she found her wet cunt stuffed with his throbbing cock, she found her mouth invaded by his tongue, as he probed it and sucked on her tongue and bottom lip.
“Oh fuck you’re so tight,” he moaned as he began thrusting in and out of her. She had never felt so full, his thick cock stretching her pussy, but she found herself with her hands on his ass, pulling him closer.
“You want it harder?” he said.
“Uh-huh,” she replied, her eyes closed.
“I’ll fucking give it to you harder you dirty bitch,” he growled, increasing the pace of his thrusts, her tits jiggling back and forth as he pounded her wet snatch.
“I take it you’re on the pill?” he asked, panted really, but Britney didn’t answer. “I bet you have to be. I bet you’ve got boy after boy emptying their balls in your tight juicy cunt!”
Again Britney didn’t answer. She was being fucked so senseless she barely had the wherewithal to mutter a coherent response.
“Well I’m not going to cum inside your cunt,” he said, before slowly sliding his cock out of her twat. It glistened with her pussy juices and he repeated what he did with her tongue earlier, slapping her sopping wet snatch with his fat cock a few times.
Then, instead of re-inserting it into her aching pussy, he pushed his cock lower, and Britney knew immediately what he was planning to do and was filled with dread. And sure enough, she felt his cock pushing against her asshole. She had never had anal sex before, boys had asked and she rebuffed them and kept them satisfied with a blowjob, which never failed to please. She was worried how painful anal would be anyway, let alone with a cock as big as Mr. Johnson’s.