How I Snogged my English Teacher

Now, for all those lovely ladies who requested my story of how I snogged my English
teacher, here is the concluding part. Enjoy....

She reached out her hand and gently took hold of mine and brought it up to her breast. My hand touched her nipple and she let out a slight moan and I could feel the nipple slowly getting hard under my sweaty palm. It was beginning to rise like a loaf of bread in a bakers oven, slow and hot. I started to rub it gently caressing it and tweaking. Making motions as if I were tuning a wireless to Radio Tokyo. I reached out with my other hand and grabbed the other boobie and started kneading it like dough. I looked down at what I was doing and it was good. Teacher was arching her back, maoning gently as I worked on her. Kneading, rubbing, tweaking, flicking, pinching, pushing, pulling then finally, I bent down and engulfed a whole huge nipple in my mouth and began to suck like there was no tomorrow. She tasted so good and smelt fresh which was a relief because Tracy from the local girls school up the road smelt like week old kippers and tasted of vinegar, but then she would let anyone do anything to her for a cigarette and a pack on Monster Munch and you can't really complain with that kind of price tag.

After a few minutes of this she sat up and pushed me away and proceeded to remove her skirt to reveal a pair of white cotton panties. The damp patch was already visible and the camel toe unmistakable. This was one hell of a woman. She bent down to her knees and gently unzipped my slacks and reached in to grab my beast. You must understand that my beast was not your normal everyday variety. No. This was something special. It had a big blue vein running down the shaft and bulging purple head. She gasped as it sprung loose and pointed at her with it's one evil eye glinting in the afternoon sunlight. I gently urged it forward and she opened her mouth to accept it's massiveness. It felt good. Like an ice cream on a hot summers day. It was right. She started to suck and lick, and little groaning sounds escaped her lips once in a while. As she worked on it she reached up and grabbed hold of my balls and rubbed gently. She began bit by bit to take more and more of me into her mouth until she was all the way to the base of the shaft. Not only was this woman beautiful, sexy and intelligent she was also very, very talented. We carried on like this for what seemed like an eternity, then she suddenly stopped, stood up and removed her panties. There was nothing to compare. It was gorgeous. A perfect landing strip and not a single sign of 5 o'clock shadow. I was impressed and made a mental note to ask her how she did that once this was over.

She bent forward on the table and looked back at me and in a strong stern voice demanded that I penetrate her and finish my detention. Who was I to argue? She was a teacher and I had to obey. I stepped forward and slid the beast into her hot wet tight pulsating love mound and began to thrust. In and out it went. faster and faster. Hot buttocks slapping on me, her udders swinging freely. Faster, faster, harder, harder. Building up to an un-avoidable crescendo. Then finally with one last super human effort I pulled out and shot my filthy love juice all over her back. It kept on flowing, like Krakatoa. My hot man lava pumping out in a seemingly never ending torrent. Then it was over. I stood back to admire my handy work. The beast now slowly falling asleep, earning his well deserved rest. Teacher stood up and turned to me in all her naked glory. She looked at me and for a moment there was silence. She reached around and touched her back then looked at her hand. It glistened wet in the light. Then she slowly licked her fingers. Finally, she gazed at me and told me to leave. I tucked the old chap back into his hammock, grabbed my
bag and left.

The next day I went to school with excitement. English was my first lesson. I sat at my desk knowing waht had taken place there a day before. We waited for teacher then the door opened and the headmaster walked in. He stood at the head of the class and informed us that teacher had suddenly left the school and would not be back. They were all surprised by this turn of events and he wold be taking our classes for the rest of the year. I made a mental note not to misbehave myself in his class. I didn't think I would like detention with him quite as much.