Teach Me (2 page)

“Oh really?” He grins and then winds up, smacking me hard in the ass. The heat inside my cunt explodes and I drip
down my legs. Take that, cleaning crew. Bending me over the cushioned futon in the middle of the room, Lucas spreads me wide and then rubs his cock along my asshole.

“Maybe I should fuck you in the ass? Or do you think your pussy deserves more attention?”

“Lucas, you can fuck me however and wherever and whenever you want. Make me fucking scream, please.”

“Miss Lawlor, as much as I want this tight ass, your pussy has been the fucking Holy Grail for my entire fucking life. Every stupid skank I fucked in high school was just a poor substitute for getting inside of you.”

“I want you to fuck me and tell me all about how you used to jerk off to me,” I tell him. “And make it rough, Lucas. Fucking make it rough.”

He pulls my head back hard by my hair and it hurts, but the liquid spills out my cunt as I burn for him. “You fucking nasty slut,” he says. “I am going to break you.”

“Go ahead and try,” I tell him.

He slams me down across the futon and spreads my legs with his foot. Then, with no foreplay, he forces his monster cock into me and slaps me hard with every thrust. I come around him nearly instantly.

“I used to go home from school, especially when I was a freshman and a virgin, and the first thing I did was take out a huge bottle of baby lotion and get my cock nice and slick. Then I would wrap my hand tight around it, imagining your pussy. I was a kid and I had no idea what that even meant, but just imagining you made me come. I started doing it while doing your homework. You have no idea how many times I came all over the paper and turned it into you like that.”

I moan. “Oh, Jesus, yes.” He’s still thrusting and slapping and I have no idea how he can be so in control. I don’t know what drugs he’s on, but they keep him from losing his erection and he is tearing me apart. I want him deep in me for the entire time he paid for this fucking room and then I want to bring him home and use him some more.

“Do you like that, slut?” He bites down on my shoulder and I scream out in ecstasy. This kid is fucking wild.

“I do. I had no idea.”

“On one of our field trips that year, you were wearing the hottest red skirt and your legs went on for miles. I had to sneak into a bathroom and rub one out just seeing that.”

“I still have that skirt,” I tell him, but I’m not sure how clear the words are, because I am coming again. I feel myself tighten and I don’t think he can even keep moving inside me as I clench against his cock, but he does. I am going to be sore tomorrow. I can just give my class a silent reading assignment, while my pussy aches to get back to Lucas.

“Do you?” He is growling now and I’m worried he is close to coming. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this to end.

“Come to the school at the end of the day tomorrow. I will wear it.”

“Can I fuck you right there in your classroom?”

I can’t answer him as another shock of bliss shatters me. He lifts my hips, which forces my face down into the cushions of the futon, and pounds so hard I bite down on the soft cushion.
I don’t think I am even going to be able to walk after he’s done.

“Tell me I can fuck you in your classroom, Miss Lawlor,” he spits and I repeat yes, over and over while he slams his cock deeper and deeper.

Oh, shit. What have I gotten myself into?

Two

I can barely move in the morning. There are bruises and a giant mark from where Lucas bit me the previous night. Not to mention the incredible ache between my legs, both from him plowing me for hours and also from the emptiness now that he’s not inside of me. I didn’t bring him home with me, but only because I knew I would never leave him for work. And I really want to be at work today.

I do not, however, want to deal with my classes today. I am sore and tired and crazy fucking horny and they are needy and stupid. I give all my classes a silent reading assignment and sit at my desk, checking email. Midmorning, my phone buzzes. Lucas. His text gets me wet.
Can’t wait to taste that pussy from under your desk. Already seeing red.

By the time lunch comes around, I am a mess. I go to the teachers’ lounge, where Cara and Brett are already sitting. They’re complaining about their classes, which is nothing new, but Cara brings up Tim Pollen and my ears perk up.

“I heard he’s running some kind of underground fight club. For money. Someone told me he’s still dealing, but apparently fighting pays better.”

Brett shrugs. “Always knew that kid would be a delinquent.”

“I guess he’s recruiting from our kids, though, which is why I figure we should care.”

“Anyone in particular?”

Cara leans closer and I sit down next to them, listening to the conversation, my body on edge. “Well, I heard he’s been doing some hardcore recruiting of Kade McNamara, which isn’t surprising.” Kade McNamara was on the football team and weighed about 350 pounds. There was no way the kid didn’t take steroids, but no one seemed to want to call him on it. “And I heard Lucas Guerrero has been rising in the tournament ranks.”

“That kid was destined to fuck up bad. After his sister, I am not surprised.” Lucas’s sister, Alea, had been taken into child custody when she was a sophomore, after she was found hooking at a nearby motel. The girl was stunning, and I guess the fact that she was fifteen was more of a perk than a deterrent. Lucas had slipped after that, during his junior year, although he had still managed to graduate on time. I think that was when the drugs started, too.

“He’s fighting?” I ask, trying to sound casual. I can still feel him between my legs, taste him on me. I don’t want to picture him getting beaten on by Kade McNamara and his neckless roid rage.

“Sounds like it. From what Gwen Abe
llon says, he’s like the star.”

Brett just shakes his head and changes the subject to the upcoming exams, but I can’t stop thinking about Lucas. An underground fight club? For money? I know he always had issues with rage, but I still can’t picture it. Although when I remember how rough he was with me, I suppose it’s possible. It was just different given how much I wanted him.

I have a prep period after lunch and spend it Googling underground fight clubs, but I guess they’re underground for a reason. Other than a few movies, there is no actual information. I debate about asking Lucas right, and almost text him, but the bell rings first. As my last class starts, I realize I am less than an hour from having Lucas inside me again and I am on edge. I don’t want to see my class and I certainly don’t want to teach. I just want to feel Lucas’s fingers unfold my cunt.

Fortunately, they are my best behaved class and they actually work for most of the period. By the time the bell rings, I am shaking, but at least they didn’t test me. I try to stealthily slip my
panties down and then I shove them in my desk drawer. I want to be ready, because I need some Lucas and I need him now.

He stands in my doorway as the rest of the students filter through the halls. I can’t touch him yet, not until the busses leave, and probably not for a little while after that, since I need to make sure no one knocks. He smiles and I push my chair back to show him I’m wearing the red skirt.

“Good girl,” he growls.

He comes in the room and sits in his old desk. It has not even been a year, but he seems so out of place. Maybe it’s just because it’s not as wrong now, but how did I not notice while he sat there all last year. His dark hair falls in his face and he has a wicked grin.

“So what’s the lesson today?”

I sigh. I am never going to be able to control myself with this kid. I am about to go to him right there in his old desk and release his cock when Cara pops in to talk to me. She sees Lucas and starts, but her surprise turns to a smile.

“Hi, Lucas. How are you?”

“Hey, Mrs. Miller. I’m great. Thanks.”

“Are you going to college this year?”

“Nah. Taking some time off. Figuring myself out and all. Just thought I would come by and see how Miss Lawlor was doing, see if she needed anything at all. She was always such a source of inspiration to me when I went here. I can’t even tell you how happy I am to have had her.” The way he emphasizes
had her
makes me flush up past my ears, but Cara doesn’t notice. She’s excited to hear a student be so grateful to a teacher. I wonder what she’s think if she knew exactly why Lucas was so grateful.

“That’s wonderful. Listen, I was just talking about you today. Do you still see Tim Pollen around?”

“Eh. Once in a while. He’s kinda a permanent fixture in town, I guess.”

“That’s true,” Cara says. “Well, listen, I hear he’s into some shady stuff. Be careful, okay, Lucas? You were always a good kid. Even with…” She stops herself from saying “Even with everything with your sister,” but Lucas still hears it. His eyes grow dark and his jaw tightens, but he manages a “thank you.”

Cara makes small talk for a little longer and then leaves. “Bitch,” Lucas grumbles under his breath and I don’t feel like defending her. I just want him, to touch him, to loosen that tightness that has now settled into his shoulders as well.

I lock my door, thankful for the window shades they installed last year as some kind of weak security measure, and isolate us from the rest of the building. One of the secretaries comes over the intercom as I walk toward Lucas, calling some kid to the office, and he laughs.

“This is just so fucking hot,” he tells me.

Really, it is just so fucking
wrong
, but as he undoes his pants and brings out his smooth, hard cock, I don’t care. I swallow it, my tongue circling the head, and I am hungry for him. Lucas moans and calls my name and I realize I should tell him my first name, but there is something incredibly sexy about him calling me Miss Lawlor, It just makes this even more fucked up, which makes me even wetter.

“Go to the chalkboard and pretend to teach,” Lucas croaks. I want his cock, but I love his twisted mind and I do, writing his name on the board. I turn and look at him and his hand is stroking fast up and down his shaft.

“Don’t you fucking come in my classroom,” I tell him.

“Don’t worry, Miss Lawlor. You’re gonna swallow every last fucking drop.”

I reteach my lesson from yesterday, watching Lucas jerk off, his cock getting darker and darker as he gets closer to climax. Suddenly, he cries out, “Miss Lawlor, I need you.” I run to his side, dropping to my knees, and swallowing the fucking geyser of cum that shoots out of him just as I wrap my lips around the head. He shoves his cock deep and I lick him dry, loving how he tastes. After he’s done quivering, I sit back on my heels, and smile at him.

“My turn,” I tell him.

“Oh, God, yes.”

We go to my desk, which I cleaned off earlier throughout the day, and I lie back across it. Lucas doesn’t take my skirt off, but pushes it up to my waste, and he swirls a finger around my distended clit. I want his cock, but I know he’ll need time, and I am happy to let him make me come another way in the meantime.

“You’re not wearing any panties,” he observes.

“They’re in my desk,” I explain.

“Give them to me.” I do and he breathes them in, sighing, and then shoves them in my mouth. It should be gross, but tasting myself is actually incredibly erotic, and Lucas goes down to get his own taste. I feel his tongue begin to explore my folds, and completely immerse myself in the motions. This kid is pretty fucking impressive for someone so young. He brings me right to the edge and then cruelly backs away, his face glazed from being deep in my pussy.

“No,” I beg.

“I want to fuck you, Miss Lawlor.”

I want it, too, but I am still aching and I worry a little that it will hurt. However, as he strokes me and gets me even wetter, I realize I don’t care, and when he climbs on top of me on my desk,
I just want him to destroy me. He lifts my legs so my feet are resting on his shoulders and then his cock slams deep, releasing the orgasm he had teased to the precipice with his tongue.

“Scream, bitch,” he demands, and I do. I do his bidding, knowing that there could be kids in the hall, that other teachers could hear, that if anyone is still in the building when we leave it will mean a million questions. And still I scream, because fucking him is greater than anything I have experienced in my life until now. And I want more and more.

Shit, Lucas knows how to make me come. I can’t believe how big he is, how good he is, and how much stamina he has. I am shaking and weak by the time I come several times, but he just keeps pumping. Maybe it’s the drugs, which are obviously unhealthy, but he is a fucking machine. I want to feel guilty that this kid’s life is a mess, that I am supposed to be the nurturing role model in his life, but I can’t when he’s buried in my pussy, because I just want him so fucking bad. And he refuses to stop. I’ll be dead before he stops.

“I’m never gonna stop pounding you, Miss Lawlor,” he says, confirming my concern and my hope.

“You’re going to kill me,” I tell him.

This just makes him more aggressive and he growls again, slamming his fists down by my face, and fucking me even harder. In ordinary circumstances, it might be scary and I might be in pain from how rough he is, but I can’t feel anything but endless waves of pleasure between my legs. Shit. Something is wrong with me and I am going to pay for this later when I can’t stand up. Lucas bites along my neck, getting more intense, until he breaks skin right by the place where my neck meets my shoulders. I’m going to need a turtleneck tomorrow.

Somehow, eventually, he slows down and, then, with almost no warning, he lets out a guttural cry and pulls out, coming all over my legs. It reaches the edges of my skirt, which is just one more mess I am going to have to deal with, but I don’t care. Hell, I won’t even be able to move when he is ready to leave.

Panting, he collapses into my desk share and strokes himself lazily while I watch him. I can only turn my head, now that my body has been violated and used like it was. My toes are still curled and the nerve endings in my legs are still sparking.

“What are you doing,” I ask, gesturing to him running his gripped fist up and down on his cock.

“Getting ready to fuck you again,” he tells me.

“Lucas, I don’t think I can do it again,” I admit, but his eyes grow furious. He leans closer and kisses me roughly.

“You’ll fuck me when I want to fuck you. You got it? And you’ll love every fucking second of it.”

Although he’s right, it makes me nervous. I don’t date much, but the guys I do date are usually shy, a little nervous, and certainly not rough. Lucas intimidates me, even though he is so young. I know he’s gotten involved with drugs and after what I heard today about fighting and Kade and Tim, it’s scary. He’s always been a bit of a loose cannon, but now he seems to have support for the behavior. I don’t go for aggressive guys, although what’s happening between my legs seems to disagree.

“Lucas, maybe this is a bad idea,” I say.

“Is it?” He smirks and then spits on his hand, shoving himself inside of me. All of my mental warning alarms are blaring, but his fingers are too distracting. I am ready to fuck him again, and I let it go. If he’s this good, who cares?

“Oh, God,” I moan and he makes me come one more time. He’s starting to get hard, but I am nervous about
having sex again in my classroom. Luckily, he says something before I have to try to break it to him.

“I want you to take me home with you,” he demands. “We can’t get as wild as I would like here, although it’s been really fucking fun. One fantasy realized.”

“Okay, but I need to stop at the store first,” I say. “I have no food or anything.”

He grabs my hand and places it over his cock. “You’re not gonna be eating, unless it’s my cock. And I can’t wait. So unless you want me to bend you over the fucking watermelons in the produce aisle, I suggest you stop tomorrow. Because I need in you and it needs to happen soon.”

Lucas scares me, but damn, he is fine. Against all reasonable sensibilities, I forego the store.