Student-Teacher Fantasy Erotica
"Here's to you, Mrs. Davenport," a dirty martini short story by Kris Williams
Aaron tried to look away from that ass, but Jesus, it was hard.
Come to think of it, that wasn’t the only thing that was hard. He could feel his erection straining against the zipper of his jeans, and told himself fiercely to stop thinking like that. Damn it, she was the teacher, for Christ’s sake.
"Warm Love" by Mick Payton.
His internal reprimands weren’t filtering down to his cock, however. He’d had the hard-on since class began, and it was beginning to hurt. He shifted in his seat and sighed, trying to concentrate on the math problems in front of him, but they were just so many meaningless squiggles.
No matter how much he tried to concentrate, all he could think about was Mrs. Davenport. He didn’t know why, but she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen, and images of the two of them – naked, sweating, and groaning, her body pushing against him as he thrust inside her – they were all he could think about whenever he was in her class.
As a result, Aaron was failing, and his parents weren’t impressed. He was desperate to shake his infatuation (“lust,” his mind relentlessly insisted, “it’s lust, my man, you want to fuck her you know you do”) and just get through the class, but every day, it seemed to get worse and worse.
Rita Davenport was indeed an attractive woman, with a wavy fall of chestnut hair, large, brown eyes, and a sensuous, expressive mouth. Her body was every young boy’s dream: sweetly rounded breasts, a small waist, and hips that swayed when she walked. She didn’t dress or act in any way other than completely professional, but Aaron couldn’t quite believe she didn’t know how attractive she was. She usually wore blouses and sensible skirts that came to just below her knees, but it didn’t matter to Aaron. She could wear whatever she wanted, his mind was constantly taking it off to reveal the soft creaminess of her bare skin and the sweet pink tips of her nipples. If he pictured anything lower than that, he thought now, he might just shoot in his pants, and no way could he let that happen.
He sat up straighter, stifling a groan as his rigid penis pressed hard against the unforgiving denim of his jeans, and cupped his chin in one hand, resolutely looking back down at his paper. He was a tall boy, tending toward ranginess, with a careless mop of blond hair and so far (thank God) no acne. His eyes were blue, his nose straight, and his mouth narrow, with white teeth that shone when he smiled. He was the subject of many girls’ secret dreams, but was unaware of any woman other than Mrs. Davenport.
It was driving him crazy – he wanted to just get a girlfriend like the rest of his friends and forget about all these horny fantasies that couldn’t possibly come true – but he seemed incapable of it.
He jumped as a hand came down on his shoulder. He looked up into Rita Davenport’s smiling eyes.
Oh Christ I’m gonna come right here I swear I’m gonna come –
“Having trouble, Aaron? You seem to be struggling with some of the problems.” Mrs. Davenport’s eyes were concerned and friendly, and Aaron managed to suppress his body’s need for release with a mighty effort.
“Not really,” he said, hoping his voice was coming out normally. His friend, Jason, sitting to the right of him, threw him a sly glance and smothered a snigger with a cough. “I just haven’t really gotten down the mechanics, that’s all.”
Mrs. Davenport squeezed Aaron’s shoulder before letting go. “Why don’t you stick around after class and we’ll see about finding you a tutor?” she suggested. “You’re really not doing very well, Aaron.”
There were several subdued giggles from around the classroom and Aaron was mortified to feel his face becoming hot. “Uh, okay, I guess. Thanks, Mrs. Davenport.” She smiled at him and walked to the front of the room, and Aaron couldn’t help but watch. It was so fucking sweet, the way her ass moved inside the slacks she wore.
The bell rang and Aaron sighed, slumping back into his chair and hoping the goddamn hard-on would finally go away.
With her alone in the room with you? Not fucking likely, dude.
Jason elbowed him in the shoulder, making his expression innocent. “Why, Mister Patterson, why don’t you get up? Is there a reason you can’t get up?”
“Fuck off,” Aaron muttered. “Why don’t you go hump Ginny Briscoll in gym class.”
Jason’s face brightened. “Capital idea. I may just do that.” He turned to leave, tossing a comment over his shoulder: “Don’t let her take advantage of you. Remember Mary Kay Letourneau.” Jason left the room, chuckling at his own wit, and Aaron remained in his seat, frozen.
When the room emptied, Mrs. Davenport walked over to the door and closed it, and Aaron’s heart began to beat in a runaway frenzy.
What the hell is she closing the door for? Oh my God, my God my God –
This time, when Rita Davenport came toward him, she had an entirely different smile on her face. Her eyes were sleepy and dark, her mouth was curved up at the corner, and Aaron could see the points of her nipples standing out clearly against the pink blouse she wore. He restrained himself from pressing his hand on his cock to stop what seemed to be an inevitable orgasm with great difficulty, and all he could do was stare at his teacher like a fool, his mouth slightly open.
Mrs. Davenport sat on the edge of Aaron’s desk, and when she leaned over, her blouse pulled tightly against her breasts, outlining them so temptingly that Aaron had to sit on his hands to keep from touching them.
“We both know what you really need, Aaron,” said Rita Davenport, and Aaron’s eyes widened like a frightened six-year-old.
“Wha- what are you talking about, Mrs. – ” he stammered, and Rita placed a finger over his lips and shook her head, still smiling that sensuous smile, the smile that accused him of completely understanding, even if he was pretending he didn’t.
“Rita,” she whispered. She reached down between his legs and placed her hand directly on his erection. “This is what I’m talking about.”
Aaron’s breath came hard and somehow he managed to hold on to his self-control. Rita got off the desk and came around to the side of it closest to the wall, and when she knelt down beside him and her fingers began to undo his belt buckle, Aaron’s vision began to swim and his head fell back.
“Oh Jesus – ” he moaned, and as his zipper opened with agonizing slowness, he felt certain he would come all over her, the hot liquid he had been holding at bay for so long spurting out and covering that pretty pink blouse …
Please not yet not yet oh please not yet hold on just for a few seconds hold on -
Rita pushed the fabric aside and reached inside the vee for Aaron’s hard cock, running her fingers up and down its length, massaging and squeezing it. Aaron’s hips bucked helplessly in his chair and he could feel the tide rising. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer…
Rita’s lips closed around his rigid shaft and suddenly Aaron was enveloped in a warmth and a marvelous sucking sensation that, combined, was the best thing he had ever felt in his life. One more tightening of her lips and he was coming, oh Christ, he was coming like he never had before, and every nerve ending in his body seemed to tighten and explode at once. The aftershocks went on and on, and Rita milked him, getting every last drop, swallowing it all, seemingly enjoying it as much as he was.
When he finally had the strength, Aaron opened his eyes. His chest was heaving and his forehead was damp with sweat, and when he reached for Rita his hands were shaking. She smiled at him, the most beguiling smile he had ever seen.
I’m yours oh God I’m yours do whatever you want with me –
“Was that what you needed, Aaron?” Rita asked softly, reaching up slightly to kiss him on the mouth, and he nodded his head like a puppet on a string.
“Oh God, yes, that was the best thing I ever felt…”
Rita smiled again, sweetly, and got to her feet.
“It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” she told him, and Aaron smiled at her foolishly, a smile that was heartbreaking in its adolescent innocence. “Are you a virgin, Aaron?”
Aaron nodded before he could even think of lying, and Rita leaned over and kissed him again, harder, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
“Well, then, you really do need a tutor,” she said. “I’ll expect you here after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”
She walked away from him, toward her desk, and gathered up her sweater and an armful of papers. Just before she left the room, Rita gave him a last seductive smile and a wink. “I have the feeling you’re going to be a really fast learner.”
Then she was gone, and Aaron was sitting in his seat, his jeans unzipped, the release still flowing through his body, wondering if it had all been a dream.
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Copyright September 2009, Kris Williams.
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