"See you tomorrow, Miss," and, "Have a nice day, Mrs. Thompson," or, "Bye, bye Miss," were just some of the pleasant greetings reverberating around the rapidly-emptying classroom as the more civilised pupils of 2A shuffled out of the door to their next class. These nice, innocent thoughts were quite contrary to the ones running around in my head as I waited for 4B to take their places for the last class of the day.

Mine were of an x-rated adult nature and involved Mr. Dean Harrison, the student teacher appointed to spend the last hour on Thursday afternoons attempting to get the sullen teenagers interested in history. Not an easy task but, as he had proved the previous week, it was just one of many things of which he was more than capable.

My own reasons for wanting to see him again were simple and had very little in common with history... well, with the exception that I was determined to let it repeat itself and maybe even allow things to go further.

Okay, if you who haven't read about our little adventure last week, I’ll recap. After the lesson ended and the pupils had gone, we were clearing up the school books when I tripped and nearly fell on my face. I didn’t - but I ended up flashing all my sexy bits to young Mr. Harrison. Instead of being offended, he actually enjoyed looking at my more intimate parts. In fact, it turned him on enormously and, because the huge bulge in his trousers had a similar effect on me, we had a lot of fun with each other which ended with me getting covered in spunk and experiencing a wonderful orgasm while Dean fingered me. Moments later, the classroom door suddenly slammed shut and we thought someone had been spying on us. We quickly made ourselves decent and hot-footed out of there.

I won't lie, I've been on tenterhooks since then. And I was absolutely positive the door was shut when we started getting naughty. So, what really happened? Had we actually been spied on? If so, did he or she enjoy the show for what it was or did they have plans to take advantage of the situation? That said, I didn’t receive unwelcome emails or text messages containing sneakily-taken pictures or threatening demands. It was strange, and a little bit unnerving, but after the first couple of days of living on my nerves, I gradually calmed myself.

Not that I regretted anything. I'm a big girl and what I do is my affair, even if it is highly inappropriate behavior on school premises. Mind you, that's part of the thrill isn't it, behaving like a first class slut when and where you're not supposed to, with someone who should have been off limits? What's more, if I put into action the filthy train of thoughts racing through my brain as I listened to the departing pupils, then Dean was going was going to find out that last week's slut was just the beginning.

The man of the moment entered the room amidst the young people of 4B and when he saw me looking at him appraisingly, a small wispy smile softened his ruggedly handsome face. Licking my lips, I winked at him and resumed making notes for my evening classes.

I wondered if he noticed that I'd not fastened the top two buttons of my blouse. Two delicious globes of flesh were displayed by my sexiest push-up bra. The silky smooth gossamer was thin enough to hide nothing and I didn't have to look down to know my erect nipples were prominent under my blouse.

Luckily the woolen cardigan I was wearing, protected my decency but the knowledge that a simple shrug of my shoulders could reveal to Dean my state of arousal turned me on enormously. It was the same with my dowdy skirt. Like the cardigan, it displayed a respectability my underwear certainly didn't.

Sheer black stockings were held in place by a dainty black garter belt, decorated with frilly little patches of the same gossamer fabric as my bra and thong. Not surprising really, considering it was a complete set and one of my sexiest, my hubby loved it and I was sure Mr. Harrison would like it, too.

The only trouble was, all this overt raunchiness disguised by ordinary mundane garb was providing stimulation my overactive imagination didn't need. To be honest, I was so horny, I could barely keep it in check. I was secreting so badly, my tiny thong was slowly but surely transforming from expensive high-class lingerie into a sodden rag.

In an effort to staunch the flow, I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs but all that resulted in was my knickers being slowly being sucked into my hungry pussy. I was so desperate to feel Dean's tongue there, I could barely wait for the lesson to end.

"Good afternoon, 4B," I said, standing behind my desk. "I hope you're all looking forward to this afternoon's lesson. Once again Mr. Harrison is going to be teaching you, while I observe and take notes. Any questions?" I asked business like. Heads were shaken so I continued. "Okay, now get out your books and open them to where we left off last time." I watched in proud satisfaction as my wishes were met. "There you go, Mr. Harrison," I said, businesslike before winking at him.

Returning to my chair I saw my younger colleague busily writing something on the whiteboard and decided to have some fun with him. Beneath my desk, out of sight of everyone, I reached for the soft cotton skirt and pulled it up my thighs. With nerves tingling, I felt the hemline rise along my upper thighs and the skirt bunch around my hips. When it was high enough, I placed a hand between my legs. Shuddering with pleasure, I was amazed at how saturated my gusset was.

Listening to Dean teaching the class, my fingers continued tracing the outlines of my juicy slit and I had to bite my lip to stop from moaning softly. Doing my best to keep a bland expression, I started scribbling on my notepad and turned it around so that Dean, now standing to the side of my desk, could read what I'd written.

I'm so fucking horny, I could fuck you right now.

He obviously hadn't expected to read anything as blatantly sexual and it was a testimony to his skill that he didn't give himself, or me, away in front of the class. However, I had his attention and I was determined to have some more fun with him.

I'll show him what a fucking schoolboy's fantasy is, I thought wickedly, recounting his comment last week.

One of the students raised a hand and instantly directed a question at me. "Maybe you should ask Mr. Harrison that, Debbie," I said as innocently as I could while mischievously swinging my chair around to face him.

She did as I suggested and I hoped Dean had been paying attention the first time she asked because, after looking in my direction and seeing what I was doing, he seemed lost for words. He stared fixedly between my legs, watching my fingers caressing myself. Debbie finished repeating her question but, because he couldn't take his eyes off my hand, he didn't immediately answer. I felt the heat between my legs and was sure Dean could see the top of my thighs glistening with lust.

“Mr. Harrison, do you have an answer for Debbie?" I asked blandly, a wicked smile twisting my lips.

His mouth moved, his lips forming silent words, but no sound could be heard. A few giggles emanated from the classroom and, not wanting to spoil the game I'd started, I swung my legs back beneath my desk and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

With nothing to distract him, Dean recovered his faculties and turned his attention to Debbie. Out of sight of the class, I continued to caress myself although I did wonder how long I could keep up the pretense of normality.

For the next few minutes, I dreamily listened to the lesson while my knickers continued transforming from delicate lingerie into a sodden rag. Reaching for my notepad, I decided to share this with Dean.

My pussy is dripping and I need you to lick me clean.

Again I turned the pad so Dean could read what I'd written and surreptitiously watched him glance downwards whilst continuing the class.

No noticeable response.

Smiling inwardly at his professionalism, especially under provocation, I upped the ante a little, just to see if I could get an unexpected rise, if you'll pardon the pun, out of him.

But first, I want to suck your cock. Right now.

Dean cleared his throat and clearly had difficulty keeping a straight face but that didn't stop him teaching. Enjoying myself immensely, I retrieved the notepad and began scribbling again.

Until you cum all over me.

Dean asked the class a question and glanced down at the notepad when I turned towards him. Then he looked at my tongue moistening my lips seductively and he raised his eyebrows. Unable to respond as he would have liked, he was saved by Samantha Dawkins, one of the brighter students. She wanted him to clarify something and, while he listened to her, I quickly spread my legs and pushed my chair away from the desk. From where he stood, he could see me flash him his next meal. I then pulled myself towards the desk and continued my pretense of taking notes. In reality, the notes I wrote were for his eyes only.

Can you feel my lips engulfing your manhood?

A slight pause.

Are you imagining me squeezing your balls as you fuck my mouth?

He cleared his throat.

I want you to finger my ass when I cum all over your face.

A stifled groan.

Despite the fun I was having, the last remaining half hour seemed interminably long. Although I was doing my best to pass the time with my provocative, slutty and downright pornographic messages, the hands on the clock didn't move any faster.

A quick glance at Dean's groin didn't help either. I saw a bulge growing in his trousers when he started reading my messages, but he'd obviously made some adjustments avoid embarrassing himself. Even so, I knew what to look for and soon noticed the unmistakable thick sausage-shaped swelling reaching for his belt buckle. However, that just made things worse and, instead of feeling pleased with myself, I discovered what true frustration feels like.

Without realizing how late it was, I heard the young student teacher say, "Unless any of you, or Mrs. Thompson has any questions, I'll see you all next week."

Raising my head from my notepad, I shook my head just as the bell rang and watched with relief as the pupils of 4B started leaving. Behind me, I heard the sounds of the whiteboard being cleaned and guessed, correctly, that Dean was cleverly cloaking his excitement from the departing students.

"Don't forget your homework assignments, people," I called out above the din caused by chairs scraping across the wooden floors, and was rewarded with some fine teenage moans. Eventually, the last pupil walked past and said, "Good night Mrs. Thompson, hope you have a nice evening."

"The same to you Natalie," I replied enthusiastically and watched her leave. Without being asked, she closed the door behind her and, within seconds of her departure, I sensed a presence behind me.

"You fucking dirty bitch, I'll fucking show you.” His amusement was audible.

Before I could say or do anything, strong hands held my head and turned it sideways until I was staring at a magnificent erection, jutting deliciously out of his flies along with heavy spunk-filled balls.

"Open wide, Missy," he ordered gruffly. "This is what you've been waiting for isn't it?"

How right he was.

Greedily, my mouth formed a perfect "O" and, as my head moved towards his pelvis, my succulently made up lips slid eagerly over his spongy rim. My tongue quickly licked over the top of his dome, lapping up the pre-cum and his body shuddered as my lips closed around the base of his manhood.

"Come on you slag, squeeze my balls like you promised," he said urgently, pulling my hair. I tightened my fingers around his testicles while my mouth made an obscene plopping sound. He held my head exactly where he wanted it and thrust his hips forward. My mouth automatically opened and his prick surged forward, pushing rapidly between my lips and filling my throat with rigid flesh. Again, he didn't stop until his erection was buried.

Wantonly deep throating Dean as I was, I felt like a genuine slut, and if anyone was spying on us now, I knew that's exactly what I looked like. In fact, the suspicion that we could be a voyeur’s dream come true, only made things more exciting. And this week we didn't have to rush things.

Because I'd been scared of being caught by the concierge last week, our tryst was over before it had really started but, in anticipation of what I had planned for today, I'd deliberately stayed behind after school the last few days to find out how long it took before the classrooms were checked and locked. It turned out to be almost an hour, so there was plenty of time.

Dean raised my head and smiled down at me, masterfully. "Does the horny teacher like sucking her student's cock?" he asked teasingly. I nodded and moved my hand up from his balls and tightened around his thick rod. The residual saliva dribbling down the length of his erection compressed between our skin and formed a perfect layer of lubrication. Hungrily I began tugging at his cock, easing the foreskin as far back as I could, revealing his glistening dome for my eager tongue. Dean had other ideas, however.

"Oh no you don't, Missy," he commanded, slapping my hand away from his pride and joy. "I'm in control here," he added hoarsely. "If you think you're getting away with the way you teased me all through class, then you're fucking mistaken."

I looked up at him, eyes sparkling like diamonds and my lips hungrily open. To prevent being pulled out of the chair, I braced myself by spreading my feet at shoulder's breadth apart and placed my hands on the edge of the seat.

"That's right Mrs. Thompson," he continued, "you get yourself nice and comfortable because you're gonna get the face fucking you deserve." My spirits soared. "Now, get your tits out for the boys and resume the skank position.”

Obediently, I shrugged my cardigan over my shoulders and let it hang in the crook of my elbows. Then I began carefully unbuttoning my blouse but Dean couldn't wait. "Stop messing about, darlin', we ain't got all fucking day," and he reached down and grabbed at the delicate lapels. "Now, let's get those titties where I can see them."

Buttons flew in all directions and my blouse was, for all intents and purposes, ruined. But I didn't care, all I wanted was his cock back where it belonged. Within seconds of revealing my scantily clad breasts, his powerful member was pushing forcibly between my lips and filling my mouth while his hands returned to my head. As Dean succumbed to his base desires, his fingers entwined in my hair, holding my head exactly where he wanted it.

"Fucking shit! I'm shagging the slutty teacher’s cake hole," he said, mimicking a naughty schoolboy, "And I'm gonna cum all over her fucking face," he added enthusiastically, vigorously pumping his manhood down my throat.

Following orders, I fished out my 36c breasts from my bra and began kneading them exactly how I liked it done: hard and mercilessly. In no time, my nipples were crying out for attention. Placing them between my thumb and forefinger, I pinched them tightly. Small electric sensations coursed through my body, down to my loins, getting me hotter than ever. Wishing that it was Dean's teeth clamped around my excited teats, I resumed my task of making him cum.

"Oh, M'lady likes sucking cock, does she?" he asked in feigned surprise. He'd obviously felt my lips tighten around his glorious shaft as it thrust back and forth.

"Hmm," I mumbled around a mouthful of cock and tried nodding my head. Not easy with a huge erection being stuffed down my throat.

"Are you ready for a face full of cum?" he asked and speeded up his movements.

I wanted to say something like, "Bring it on," or, "Give it to me, Baby," but when I tried the only sound was a gurgled mumble. And, because he was holding my head quite firmly, I was unable to nod my assent to let him know I had no problem with his intentions. I cupped his gonads and began squeezing.

"Oh sweet Jesus," he muttered breathlessly and bucked his hips faster. For the next few seconds, the sounds of soft grunting and loud slurping filled the otherwise silent classroom. His prick slid fluidly between my lips while my tongue flicked constantly around the invading flesh, teasing him, tasting his musky arousal. Suddenly, his movements turned wildly erratic.

His soft grunting evolved into a roaring crescendo and he rammed his engorged prick home. Hot spunk erupted from his bulbous dome and splattered against the back of my throat. Greedily, I swallowed the salty goodness. Amid numerous "Fucks, Oh Gods, and Jesus I'm cuming," Dean's prick spewed more creamy sperm but, before I could swallow, he withdrew and began wanking his pulsating cock near to my face.

Although his ejaculation wasn't quite as powerful now, he was still able to propel his thick seed over my wanton upturned face. Finally, his body stopped shuddering and his balls released the last drop of spunk which oozed over his engorged helmet before he pressed it home against my pursed lips. Greedily, my tongue licked the last remnants of his climax from his member as he pushed it between my lips again.

"Jesus fucking H, Christ, Mrs. Thompson, you're one dirty fucking bitch," he exclaimed breathlessly as I continued cleaning his spent penis. I looked into his eyes and nodded, releasing his cock before speaking.

"Yes, I am," I said immodestly while nonchalantly wiping his creamy deposits from my face and licking my fingers one by one. "And now it's your turn," I said eagerly, shuffling forward and hitching my skirt all the way up around my hips. His eyes twinkled when he saw my sexy lingerie trapped between the folds of my luscious pussy. "Get on your knees boy, and make me scream."

Without hesitation, Dean dropped to the floor and crawled towards me. I watched with baited breath, fascinated by his powerful, rippling muscles as he moved. I was reminded of a dangerous cat stalking its quarry, supremely confident in its prowess and I was in no doubt Dean thought of me as his prey. The faint smile on his lips was telling me to spread my legs and prepare myself for his onslaught.

"Pull that rag out of the way, slut and let me see your juicy pussy," Dean commanded placing his lips on my knee. I reached down, hooked my fingers under the crinkled garment, feeling how saturated it was, and drew the small triangle aside.

"Is that good enough?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Not bad," he said cockily before slowly licking my thigh. "Now spread those lips and let me see you finger your horny cunt.” He ran his tongue along the length of my other thigh.

I exposed my juicy lips and ran a fingertip up and down the length of my slit. I wanted to bury my fingers inside my steamy wetness but, because I was so turned on, I was scared of cuming before he'd even started. However, orders are orders and obediently I slid two fingers between my glistening lips and let out a long low hiss as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Dean's face was inches from my hand and I felt his warm breath on my sensitive skin as his tongue slowly teased its way towards my fingers which were now rubbing my throbbing clit. "Come on you bastard," I muttered through clenched teeth as he licked the exposed crease between my thigh and pelvis. "Give me what I need, pleeease," I begged as his hands reached beneath my buttocks before almost pulling me off the seat.

Not a moment too soon, Dean's tongue parted my opening and drove deep inside me. I almost came on the spot. Muscles contracted and my body jerked uncontrollably which was no surprise, considering that for nearly an hour I'd been teetering on a delicious precipice. I really had to concentrate to avoid going completely over the edge but my young lover, sensing my needs, tried his best to make me cum. His tongue went into overdrive.

After sliding deep inside me, he'd run his agile tongue up the length of my swollen pussy lips, lapping up my juices before clamping his mouth onto my clit, where his tongue tangled with my fingers in his effort to take me to heaven. Only by thinking about what the principal would say if he discovered us in this position, could I keep my body temporarily under control, but I knew I couldn't take much more.

I lay there, sprawled in my teacher's chair, my ass barely supported with Dean greedily gorging himself on my sweet nectar while I feverishly rubbed my clit and fondled my tits. Determined to make this orgasm mind blowing, I lifted a leg and wrapped it around Dean's neck, pulling his head closer to my sopping cunt, and emitted a long drawn-out moan when he began nibbling on my tiny little man.

Then I felt a hand reach deftly between my ass cheeks. After pulling my thong aside, his fingers, using my copious secretions for lubrication, began exploring and smearing my exposed starfish, leaving me in absolutely no doubt about what was going to happen.

"Don't stop, Stud," I pleaded huskily, knowing that he wasn't planning to. Although he was on his knees at my request, he wanted me to know he was still the one pulling the strings and, after sliding the very top of his finger past my sphincter, he quickly withdrew it, his eyes sparkling wickedly. I don't know if he noticed me lifting my abdomen, or heard my pitiful whimper but it didn't help. He was determined to let me know who was in charge. Luckily he didn't make me wait too long.

Fingers penetrated both orifices, pressing deep inside me and within seconds sent me into glorious oblivion. Throughout my entire body, muscles contracted uncontrollably. Nerves felt like they were being rubbed with sandpaper and, between my legs, hot cum filled my silken tunnel and smothered Dean's handsome features. I clenched my jaw in an effort to smother the scream building in my throat, but the feeling was so intense, I couldn't contain it completely and an explosive gasp escaped my lips. For the first time in years, I squirted and drenched my colleague's face in hot sweet nectar.

Determined to prolong my orgasm, Dean rammed and wiggled his fingers deep inside me while he clamped my swollen clitoris between his teeth. Softly nibbling, Dean sent me into orbit again and my hips bucked wildly under his expert manipulations. I never wanted it to stop but, eventually, it proved too much for me and, moaning loudly, I pushed his head from between my legs because his touch was becoming painful.

Kneeling in front of me, his face glistening with cum, Dean grinned triumphantly as I lay there all washed out for the moment. Then he grabbed his revived cock and shuffled forward. He positioned himself between my widely spread thighs and pressed his cock against my receptive opening. Despite the wonderful sensations his prick caused when it slipped inside me, I shook my head and pressed my hand against his rock hard six pack.

"Not now, Mr. Harrison, we haven't got the time," I said shakily, nervously looking at the clock above the door. "The concierge will be here in a few minutes and I want to really enjoy this," I said glancing down to where his purple dome had disappeared from sight. He smirked knowingly and ignored my instructions. Hearing my compliment seemed to encourage him because, instead of withdrawing as I wished, he pushed his hips forward.

I won't lie, my juiced up cunt readily accepted his flesh and part of me wondered why I didn't just let him get on with it and be damned with the consequences. As he surged forward, all sorts of glorious sensations rippled throughout my body and, with a head full of conflicting emotions, my resistance was faltering. I almost threw caution to the wind when his balls pressed against my buttocks and he ground his pelvis against my excited sex. I groaned loudly and, automatically, my hands reached for his hips.

"Uh, uh, Mrs. Thompson," Dean said teasingly, waving his finger at me like I was a naughty schoolgirl. "Not this time, slut. This is just a taster, just to let you know what you're missing." He thrust against me and elicited another gasp. "Next week Mrs. Thompson, I'm gonna fuck you senseless."

Then he withdrew his impressive shaft and slapped it against my throbbing clitoris. Sparks of electricity tore through my frame making me regret asking him to stop him. Before I could beg him to screw me, Dean stood and, as waves of frustration washed over me, I sullenly watched him insert his one-eyed monster back into his trousers.

Although common sense told me I'd done the right thing, my loins were in complete disagreement and I was kicking myself for worrying about the concierge’s arrival. Dean wore an expression of triumphant arrogance as he looked down at my partially naked body, still quivering for his flesh, and then he grinned enthusiastically.

"I'll see you next week Mrs. Thompson…” and he patted the bulge in his pants, "when your ass is mine."

***

Five minutes later, I was locking the classroom door when a finger delicately tapped me on my shoulder and almost elicited a panic scream. What guilty conscience?

With a heartbeat fast enough to equal any racing car, I turned around to face my tormentor. To my unending relief, it turned out to be my good friend and older colleague, Mrs. Emma Gamby. She was head of the history department and, like me, she also taught work experience students. Now she was looking at me intently, a vague curiosity in her eyes. She reached out to touch my hair, and I flinched.

"Don't worry Judy," she said, a smile forming on her attractive mouth. "I'm not here to judge, but you missed some.” The smile became firmer when she ran fingers through some congealed semen. "It's a drag when he shoots it in your hair, isn't it?” she said as if she was complaining about the weather.

I watched in stunned silence when she placed her fingertips on the tip of her tongue.

"He's good, isn't he?” she stated matter of factly, licking her lips. Then, like a mother inspecting her teenage daughter's clothes before a night on the town, Emma opened my coat and saw my ruined blouse. She raised her eyebrows and nodded towards my chest. I followed her gaze and saw the tell-tale signs of dried up spunk on my neck and chest.

She smirked. "He talks about you quite a lot and I can see why.” She winked suggestively and tugged at my ruined blouse. "Have you fucked him yet?” she asked as if enquiring about a student's grades. In a way, she was. Her hand cupped my breast and, though it was a lie, I shook my head in reply, unable to believe what I was hearing and very conscious of the fact she hadn't removed her hand.

"Hmm, take it from me, Judy, he's a fucking animal in bed. He certainly knows how to employ that wonderful cock of his.”

I stared at her disbelievingly. "You mean... " I was dazed and confused.

"Hmm," she said nodding her head and smiling. I became aware she was now caressing my exposed nipple and, more to the point, I felt myself growing hard under her expert touch.

"It seems our young student friend likes his women..." her eyes twinkled mischievously, "mature." Her smile broadened. "And in that respect, I'm ahead in the game."

I raised my eyebrows and stared at her. "Well," she grinned impishly, "I have at least ten years on you and my other trump card is not having to worry about the concierge barging in on us."

Despite evidence to the contrary, I wasn't prepared to freely admit to my naughty behavior just yet, but my curiosity was definitely piqued. I couldn't imagine her conducting an extramarital affair at home and was puzzled by her statement.

“Mr. Smith is free on Friday's," she said simply.

Comprehension finally dawned on me and I stared at her in surprise and wonderment.

“Mr. Harrison is certainly a prolific spunker, isn't he?" she said coolly, before bending forward and applying her tongue to my exposed chest. All I could do was nod stupidly, astonished at my older colleague's boldness. She placed a soft kiss on my straining breast before running her tongue over my chest.

She licked the dried spunk and smacked her lips disgracefully, never breaking eye contact the whole time. I felt my body responding but, as if a sixth sense warned her of imminent danger, she suddenly straightened up. At that precise moment, Mr. Smith the concierge, appeared from the stairwell and, sounding like an old steam locomotive, leaned heavily against the wall to recover.

Still breathing heavily he looked up and noticed us standing a few feet away. "Good evening ladies," he heaved politely and walked towards us.

"Good evening, Sir," we replied simultaneously and burst out laughing.

Emma looked me in the eye and nodded her head as if reaching a conclusion. Then, giving me the filthiest smile I'd seen in a long time, she hooked an arm through mine and began walking. "Maybe you would like to join me, dear, tomorrow lunchtime when we can discuss Mr. Harrison's further education." Not waiting for an answer, she carried on talking as we approached an astonished Mr. Smith. "But first, I want to hear all about this afternoon's lesson."

Mr. Smith scratched his head in bewilderment as we strolled past him, and I couldn't help thinking If only he knew.