LOOK!

 Virgin college lad, hot young teacher,

"Look," she said seriously.

I loved how her face got that focused expression, the teacher's look when she made a point.

She continued, "You can't look at me the way you are looking at me in class."

She paused for effect.

To let the gravity of the situation sink in or filter into my Neanderthal boyish sex focussed brain.

She failed.

Not because her words weren't well chosen. I had the college boy hots for my English teacher. She just had that serious look that makes a mature woman you like even more attractive.

Well, mid-twenties, I guessed.

So right and ripe for my first at eighteen.

I loved her resolve.

God, I thought, what would her face look like if she were being intently screwed — Absa-fuckin- beautiful.

Her office door was open.

Teachers are cautious with this kind of stuff.

She knew not to shut it and expose herself to the 'young teacher, younger student' accusation.

Even if we boys were technically men, we were still regarded as uniformed senior college lads.

She made me randy in her professional telling-off. She was so hot in her last finger-wave warning mode.

"Look, "she said that delicious word again, "Your footnotes in your Romeo and Juliet assignment were inappropriate personal innuendoes included to flatter me."

She whipped her long, wavy, fair hair, not intentionally, just a hint of fluster.

"If the insights hadn't been so good, I would have taken it straight to the principal. I should have, but you would have been suspended or even expelled. This is your last chance. Look at me."

Whoops, my eyes had locked on her boobs!

My eyes hit hers.

"Oh… maybe not…but at least give me the undertaking to stop this nonsense. Callum…Callum… are you even listening?"

Exasperated, she flopped into a swivel chair.

I was happy just being close to her. I listened. I was definitely looking.

Now, down to her shaved, sleek legs. She wore a cute thigh-revealing summer dress versus my daggy standard school grey pants and white shirt.

"Yes, Ms Styles," I stared into her eyes.

No, her entire form, head to toe.

Her flouncing shiny fawn hair, I bet she had that loose for sex.

Sexy, sexy glasses accentuated her gorgeous blue eyes and sharp, intelligent features.

She curved in all the right places, with sweet, really defined breasts inside a crisp white blouse, a petite waist and sweeping long legs.

"Callum, this is your last chance. I need an undertaking, or I will have you transferred from my class or worse…"

A sweat bead formed on her exasperate brow. I imagined her being sexually frustrated and my fingers coming to her relief as she moaned.

Ms Styles, however, kept going in that wound-up teacher mode.

"Oh, grow up! You won't think about me or remember me once you meet a girl your age at Uni next year. These all-boys schools —"

And her thoughts on that stopped abruptly as the bell went to end the break between lessons.

Forget her — never. She was perfection. Beautiful, intelligent, and hot. I was telling myself I would never forget her legs.

After the second bell blasted, Ms Styles added: "Callum, I'm giving you some thinking time. Take it. Okay."

I thought, all right, but about her recent Facebook status update. Relationship altered to current status; Single.

I thought there was a God. Laura Styles and I — well, in my dreams and in my hand as I wanked regularly over her printed-out face.

The corridor was cleared and quiet. No noise in the locker hallway behind me.

I knew I had to submit. My parents would be devastated if I was suspended or expelled. Still, my balls felt deprived, especially by her forward movement, as she crossed her legs the other way on her swivel chair.

Waiting for my contrition!

Instead, my eyes watched her soft cleavage heave, which made my cock suddenly alert.

"Okay, you've had your thinking time," said Ms Styles: "Look — What's it to be?"

"I'll control myself."

"Okay, you can go. Please shut the door."

I don't know what happened to that control — boyishly lost or pecker autopilot.

I shut the door all right with myself on the inside and noticed it was self-locking.

Ms Styles turned and looked at me.

Hell, yes, really looked at me. Very flustered. Her usual composure melted.

I thought, yeah, boyish good looks.

Actually, it was the boner trapped in my pants.

"Callum…Look…get that under control, and then leave. You'll be the laughing-stock of the school in the corridor or worse. You'll get me in trouble."

"Could you get it under control for me, please, Miss?"

I don't know where that came from, but it sounded like the solution to my thickening throbbing need. My stiffy refused to go down.

"Oh, come over here," she said in that understanding teacher's voice we all remember.

Of course, I sauntered directly into her personal space.

Boy, it must have been a while since she had had a dick.

Ms Styles didn't ease the pressure in my pants. She raised it immediately as my cock popped into her hands and was guided straight into her luscious pink lips. Instantly, the pressure rose sensationally.

"Orrgh yeah, orrgh, oh yeah," I gushed.

They say a good teacher knows how to get and keep your focus. Ms Styles engaged mine.

The few lucky senior year hand jobs and nipple-touching feel-ups from seniors attending our paired local all-girl college were my sexual knowledge.

Jeez, a blow job was fabulous new territory.

Okay, I concede my virgin status.

I knew the tip of my cock was my joy spot. So frickin sensitive, but here was an experienced woman who knew it too and what to do with it.

Education has its advantages.

She worked my glans with her tongue in a soft, circular motion. My cockhead savoured the space inside her stunning moist wet mouth.

Boy, my bliss went up a notch as her tongue tip slid from the base of my rigid shaft to the top of my aching sensitive cock. Then she repeated it.

All I could do was groan, "Orr…Orr."

She was licking my fast-retracting jizz filling nut sack. Caressing and swirling her tongue over each ball.

God, she was back to my tip and sucking off my over-aroused pecker head whilst her hand massaged my entire shaft.

Talk about teacher multitasking.

Fuck, her other hand cupped my nuts, and her fingers fondled through my pubic hair, up from my perineum, over my ball bag and across my pubic bone.

Ms Styles, my sex goddess.

Suddenly she increased her suction on my pecker.

"Orrgh, yes, orrgh yeah," I moaned.

I couldn't believe a woman could work so many areas of a cock to give pleasure from multiple points.

"Well," she said, stopping when I wanted it to go on forever, "That's got you ready. Are you man enough to get me ready?"

She hitched her black skirt, revealing cute mandarin lace-trimmed knickers. Popping her blouse buttons exposed her gorgeous white muffins held momentarily in place by her matching light orange bra.

Well, tangerine came to mind.

Damn, the edible-looking lace complimented her sandy hair.

Ms Styles swished her gorgeous mane around my face, and I nearly lost my load.

Wow, was she ready…

I was the one doing the looking as my hand drifted naturally to my cock, and I was stroking.

"You really are inexperienced, aren't you," she said, "Callum, get your head here. We'll fix your never-been-laid status fast."

She cradled my head directly into her cleavage. She unclasped her own bra.

Okay, I was useless. 

My tongue made her very happy, though.

Her nipples were erect, pink and firm. I had no real reference point. They were stunning.

My teacher, my actual teacher, as my sexual instructress, guided my lips and tongue tip from one breast to the other.

Her slender fingers guided my useless, limp hand inside her tight knickers.

I don't know what I expected, but it was so smooth and wet at the same time. A silky smear of captivating desire lay under my fingers, and I needed to keep touching and exploring.

I eased a digit inside her tight, moist cleft.

Warm, lush, spongy, tacky, soggy, squelchy.

My Styles murmured her approval, "Yes, yes, right there."

It felt amazing, and I craved my cock in the same space.

The stunning Laura Styles seemed to know and anticipate my wish. She wriggled and flexed her legs wide over the arms of her swivel chair.

She pulled her wet-spotted tangerine panties to one side, and I was looking where I had never had the privilege or chance to look in my life.

Splayed, beckoning, sticky, shaved pussy. I was cuntstruck.

"Well, take a good look," she said, "You'll always remember your first, and I'll make it even more memorable."

She placed her hands between her legs and fanned her pinkness for me, and her clit popped out from its hood like a mini pink jelly bean.

"Oh, My God!" I exploded.

I wanted to nibble it.

"Enough looking, Callum. Okay…ease in with your prick slowly… don't rush it…it will be sensational."

She was right. One hundred and ten per cent right.

Teachers, as you know, are always right.

As I penetrated her, it was astonishing. And it was all the more pleasurable for easing my pecker into her open pussy slowly.

Then her hands were on my butt, getting me into a thrusting rhythm.

"Orrgh, fuck yeah, orrgh, orrgh," repeatedly from me.

Man, oh man — was it good —was it good.

She somehow slid her body further down into the chair and curved her butt up higher, and got her legs spread wider, and fuck was I in deep—ball deep.

I was pumping and banging away.

Ms Styles moaned, "Ooh, yes, ooh, yes, ooh, yes."

Damn, I thought she would be heard in the corridor.

I was looking at her eyes. She liked that. She removed her glasses.

Our eyes locked, intensifying our bonded privates. My heart rate exploded. My temple throbbed, and my cock pumped as I coursed to orgasm.

My teacher's fingers played with her own clithood. I was mesmerised by a whirl of circulating friction, bringing herself to a quicker orgasm.

My Styles knew I couldn't last. I didn't know how I had managed not to detonate inside her sooner, but I was close now.

She got herself off with a series of moans.

"Ooh, ooh, uhh, uhh, uhh."

I watched her fingers tweak and my cock ploughing into her.

Then she suddenly had me out of her.

"What the fuck!" I yelped.

I was stunned. I needed to jizz somewhere as my hand went to my cock.

"No… No… No," she said.

My teacher was on her knees, took my pecker head in her mouth, and held it there.

I jizzed into her gob. She had a mouthful of my cum. Well, for a moment only as I believe the stunning woman swallowed my wad —all of me— amazing!

I stood there. My cock was not going down very quickly as I watched Ms Styles redress.

She had her bra clasped at the front under her breasts. Her beautiful tits were in my view for a moment longer. Then she swung it around and hid her gorgeous muffins from me as her arms went through the straps.

A quick cute jiggly adjustment with her hands over both cups and a shuffle up and flick of her knickers to settle them comfortably again over her arse cheeks, and all that remained to go on was her short black skirt and blouse.

She retrieved a brush from her handbag on her desk and combed her stunning sandy hair.

Ms Styles kept brushing but looked at me and said: "Look— I think you better get dressed—you can't stand around with your cock in your hand — in my office for the rest of the day."

I went through the dressing motions but was focused on Ms Styles brushing her hair and then adjusting her heels.

I swooned over her goddamn ankles.

Equally, I just noticed her cute feet.

I wanted to explore every part of her body — slowly.

"Look—Callum —you need to go, and you must stay confidential about this. Okay."

"Okay," but I just stood there looking at her.

She primly fastened her second top blouse button, now hiding her cleavage.

Then she was in her chair, elegantly easing her sexy glasses onto her face.

She swivelled around to her desk, writing something on a slip of paper.

I focused on her slender fingers covered in tangerine nail polish. Then I looked at the back of her neck as she swished her hair, the curve of her nape.

I wanted to bend over and kiss her there — right now.

Ms Styles stopped writing. She opened the top drawer of her teacher's desk and rustled around for something.

I saw a pack of mints.

Laura offered me a mint.

I held my hand out, and she dropped it on my palm.

But I was looking, watching her slender fingers unwrap her mint and delicately put it between her cute lips into her mouth.

The sweet nest that had gobbled up my dick and jizz.

Ms Styles handed me a signed late pass.

"Callum—look —this time, leave the door open."

And though I didn't know it that day as I went out her office door, it would be the first of many late passes signed by my English teacher in my senior college year.