A Treat for the Teacher (Lessons in Lust #3)

Copyright © 2015 Jodie Jacobs

A Treat for the Teacher

By Jodie Jacobs

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A Treat for the Teacher
is an erotic short story and is intended for readers of 18 years and over.

A TREAT FOR THE TEACHER

Wednesdays had officially become my worst day. No Math. While this meant I didn’t have to control my hard-on during Miss J’s lesson, it meant that every time I stepped into the corridor, I found myself searching for a glimpse of her.

I had it bad.

We’d agreed to meet that night.
Thank God.
So I hardly had long to wait—just a few hours in fact before I could take her again. This time we were heading somewhere different. While we were more than content in the library, that night there was some sort of meeting being held there for parents or something. That meant we had to find an alternative safe place, one which was comfortable and where I could bring along the special treats I had in store for her.

We were meeting down at the dock, a little after 9 PM. I went on a mission that morning, prior to school, to find the keys to my dad’s twenty-foot half-cabin boat. He was working away from home, so there was no way he’d find out. It was a perfect alternative to the library.

While the boat was far from massive, it was kept down at the bayside, so it would be quick and easy to get into the water. Plus, it was just big enough to stretch out while giving us the seclusion we needed.

When I’d suggested it the previous night after we’d said goodbye to Mac, Miss J’s eyes lit up at the possibility and seemed impressed with the idea. My family was far from rich, but my parents worked hard, so we did okay. The half-cabin was my dad’s pride and joy. I’d driven it out a few times, with his permission, so I knew how to handle it; the last time was my eighteenth birthday when some friends and I had gone out for the day fishing and swimming. Obviously, if he discovered I’d been out while he was away, he kicked my ass. Although, I was confident, especially over my stealth of the last two days, that I’d be able to make sure he remained clueless.

During lunch, I actually sat with the guys, talking shit about a party at the weekend. They were grilling each other about who they planned to screw and who would be bringing beer. At that point, I was undecided if I’d show. It all depended on Miss J. The guys would be pissed, but I figured I had four years in college to make up for missed parties and sex with girls. Hopefully until it was time to leave high school, which was fast approaching, I would be able to keep burying myself in Miss J and all she had to offer.

I left the guys to head out to the library before class, a place I’d rarely visited prior to the last couple of nights of fucking. I had no reason to go, needed nothing, but the urge to head over there prior to class, to be closer to my memories was too much of a draw to ignore. As soon as I entered the quiet building, my eyes drifted to the balcony and the sofa. A smile played on my lips when I was hit with the taste of Miss J on my tongue, the feel of her riding my cock and the sensation of pounding into her.

I headed up the stairs and to the sofa, sitting down and pulling out my phone. Checking the time—I had another fifteen minutes to waste before last period—I leaned my head against the back of the sofa, the sun streaming from the window hitting my face. A shadow crossing over me a short while after had me opening my eyes.

Mac.

He sat down beside me without a word, his leg touching mine. A current of electricity ran through me at the contact, the image of the three of us the previous night together fucking at the forefront of my mind. I gulped back the desire to reach out and make contact with him. Our touching legs would need to be enough.

I glanced over at him. A book was open in his hands and he appeared to be studying it intently. His jaw was clenched, straining almost, no doubt feeling this thing between us. I still had no idea how I felt about that exactly. I wasn’t sure if the connection between us was worth exploring, if it was greater than Mac, Miss J and me, or whether it was only work as the three of us.

I could imagine the two of us alone together. The image sat a little too uncomfortably for me, but with the mix of Miss J, and the memory of Mac sucking me off, I could definitely sign up for another threesome. I was even tempted to explore the contact more.

“So, this Saturday…” his voice drew my gaze back to him. His head was angled toward me, a confidence in his eyes which didn’t match the shake in his voice. “My house is empty. My parents are away until Monday.” His eyes never broke contact with mine. “You know I live out of Hastings Point, on an acreage block out there?”

I nodded. The little I knew about Mac, I was aware of the big, old house he lived in with his parents. It was an isolated place, about fifteen miles out of town, with no neighbors close by.

He continued, “Do you want to set something up?” His eyes flicked to my lips before they came back to my eyes.

I swallowed my gulp and cleared my throat, desperately ignoring the hard-on in my pants. “Sure. I can do that.” Already, an idea was forming. “What time?”

His serious expression turned to one of relief as he smiled. “About eight? You can stay over…if you want?”

I nodded again and grinned. A whole night with Miss J was too good an offer to refuse. I’d be sure to make it work, even if I had to throw her over my shoulder and cuff her to do it.

“Okay. Right, good.” He laughed and I joined in, a mix of excitement and nerves rushing through my system and no doubt his.

Out of my peripheral, I spotted a familiar body. My head turned immediately to take in the woman who’d just entered through the main doors—Miss J, looking fucking incredible. Her gaze immediately lifted and held mine. A brilliant smile lit her features, causing my already-hard dick to pulsate. Damn, she was sexy. Her hair sat in a loose bun or some shit on her head, with tendrils of loose hair framing her face. In her twenties, she looked young, as though she may still be a student-teacher even. A form-fitting blouse caressed her breasts, ones I knew were perfectly round, with nipples which became deliciously hard after sucking. They also fit perfectly in my mouth. A knee-length skirt showed off her nicely muscled calves. I’d felt the strength in them when she wrapped them around my ass as I plowed into her.

After her brilliant smile directed at me, her gaze flickered to Mac. A moment of surprise registered on her face before a tinge of red flushed her cheeks. Even from a distance, I saw her gulp and her nipples become erect. There was no chance she’d miss out on Saturday night. Pulling her gaze away, both Mac and I—as he had since realized what I’d been gaping at—watched as she continued to the main desk to speak to the librarian. 

“Saturday will not be a problem,” I stated with confidence.

Looking at me, Mac grinned.

“Okay, I have to go.” Pressing my hand down on the sofa toward my back, I allowed my finger to caress his thigh. His eyes widened momentarily and his mouth parted. I couldn’t help but linger on his mouth for a short moment before I stood. “See you around, Mac.”

“Yeah,” he said while coughing lightly. “See you.”

I headed down the staircase and made my way to the main desk. Standing right next to Miss J, I not-so-innocently brushed against her before moving an acceptable distance to her side. Her head turned my way, a smile dancing on her lip. “Hey, Miss J.”

“Damon,” she responded. “Everything okay?”

“Sort of.” I released a sigh, hoping it came off as despondent and not too dramatic. “The work due in tomorrow…it’s just…I don’t know,
hard
.” I back my grin at the same time she bit her lip and smirked.

“Right.” She shook her head. “Well, it’s only five minutes or so ‘til class, so I’m not sure what I can do about that. Plus it’s pretty busy in here.” She looked around as she spoke.

“It’ll only take two minutes.” At that, she raised her brows. My laughter was harder to contain. “I mean, I don’t want the final solution, just some help with getting there. It’ll be a good start for when I finish off later tonight.” I still hadn’t decided if in those two minutes I’d be pushing her to her knees to suck me off, Or I’d be getting her to sit on my face. Either sounding fucking fantastic.

She hesitated, looking at her watch and once one all around her.

“Do you know Room 7? It should be free.” It was also right next to a storage cupboard and was about twenty seconds away from the library.

She nodded.

“Okay, thanks.” I turned and headed directly there, knowing she wouldn’t be far behind. The beauty of the location was it was in the opposite direction of lockers and the food hall. Being in a separate building also provided the confidence of privacy.

Room 7 was thankfully free, as I predicted. Glancing over my shoulder, I held onto the door handle of the storage cupboard, which sat next to it, and stepped quickly inside. While not the most romantic of places, since it was where cleaning equipment was stored, it still offered the isolation for a quick fuck. I leaned against the wall, arms folded across my chest and a stiffy in my pants. I grabbed hold of hit and groaned, struggling to wait patiently until I could be wrapped in Miss J’s heat. A few moments later, I sighed in relief as she opened the door and maneuvered herself into the room.

I was on her immediately. Unbuttoning her blouse, my mouth brushed against hers in an urgent kiss, our tongues gently stroking each other’s every few moments. Blouse open, I kissed my way down her neck, yanked her bra down so her tits spilled from her sexy bra and latched my eager mouth over one of her waiting nipples. Already pebbled in anticipation, they became impossibly hard as I alternated between light licks, bites and deep sucks, trying to get as much of her breast into my mouth. I sucked hard, reveling in the gasp which escaped her mouth, and her hands grabbing onto my hair.

Her mewls were sexy and urged me to make fast work of my jeans. Unbuckled and unzipped, I shrugged the denim down to my ankles, once I pulled out a condom from my back pocket, allowing my dick to spring free. “Turn around,” I demanded, which she did with a sweet smile, one which had me groaning and eager to ram hard into her heat. “Spread your hands on the wall and widen your legs.” She did so immediately, her breathing ragged in expectation. I knew she was ready for me to fill her. “Perfect,” I praised her, while ripping open the condom packet and easing it on my pulsating dick.
To hell with two minutes!
There was no way I couldn’t sink into her.

Kissing the back of her neck, I trailed my mouth and fingers down her back. I kept going until it was necessary for me to kneel, no easy feat with my jeans around my ankles. Once in position, I pushed her hip-hugging skirt higher, reveling in her soft hips and soft skin. Skirting my fingers across her flesh, I expected to come into contact with her panties; instead, my fingers found bare skin. “Fuck me, Miss J. No panties?” I groaned out my appraisal.

“No. I may have forgotten to put them on this morning.” She looked over her shoulder and down at me, a beautiful grin playing on her lips. “I thought—”

Her words were cut off as I spread her ass cheeks and pulled her hips toward me, seeking out her pussy opening. My tongue found her delicious center immediately. Her gasp filled the small room as I pushed even harder against her, my tongue as rigid as possible. My right hand travelled around to her front, in search of her clit. Her nub was hard, swollen, and so wet from her gushing juices; there was no need to search for the lubrication myself.

On contact, her hips moved against my face and finger, clearly searching for more. She moaned in protest when I removed my hand from her clit, but yelled out with a “Yes!” when I pushed one of my dripping fingers into her puckered asshole. She immediately clamped a hand over her mouth, realizing she was being too loud. I chuckled around her pussy, loving that I had the power to make her come undone.

Her muscles tightened around my tongue and finger as her orgasm rushed through her. Not waiting for her to ride it out, I was on my feet in an instant and entering her dripping pussy with a surge of my hips. I groaned as the final contractions of her muscle walls gripped my dick hard. She cried out behind her hand, and I gripped her hips harder and pulled her toward me even further. In position and angled perfectly, I fucked her hard. Relentlessly, I pounded into her, savoring every cry, every whimper, and every nerve ending which tingled in my charged body. Everything about Miss J was fucking heavenly. I could have happily remained planted in her sweet pussy forever.

My breath increased and pulse pounded loudly in my head as her walls once against contracted, pulling my dick into her, almost as though her pussy was sucking me in. I bit on my lip, loving the feeling and needing to go deeper, harder. Bending my legs slightly, my new angle achieved just that. With every thrust, lights danced behind my closed eyes as I rammed into her, seeking my pleasure while knowing she was on the precipice of her own. The sensation of my growing orgasm ricocheted through my body as she clamped down on me. Finding the tiniest fraction of control, I managed to bury my face in the crook of her neck rather than shout out my release.

I came hard as I breathed into her neck. Immediately relaxing, I brushed my lips against her skin and ran my hand up her front to reach her breasts. Stroking her nipples, her body shuddered, pulling a deep, satisfied groan from me. “Hot damn, Miss J. You are incredible.”

She leaned against me and arched to turn and look at me. A dreamy smile sat on her face. “Amazing, Damon. Seriously, amazing.”

My lips found hers before I pulled out of her and cleaned up.