Flirting With Teachers

The statistics teacher was dreamy. He was probably in his early 40s, had thick brown hair and a short beard, dark eyes, and was very tall. He was just a man you wanted to respect. And the psychology teacher was the exact opposite. She was very young, very tiny, and very hyper. The stats teacher would lecture in his deep voice and the psych teacher had to talk about sex a lot, so naturally by the end of the day I was aching for release.

I would imagine having sex with each of them. He would start out gently, slowly working his member inside me so it wouldn't hurt as much. Then as we got things going I told him he could be a little more rough. He would start thrusting a little faster and a little faster. He would squeeze my boob and my hard nipple would poke the palm of his hand. Then I would sit up, swing one leg around, and work his dick back in from behind. I could feel my bare butt cheeks pressing against his pelvis. I would tell him to pull my hair and we would very gently at first then I would say "harder!" until it felt like my soul leaving my body. He would cum, and the mixture with my juices would drip out of me and onto the bed. Back in reality, I would start out edging before laying on my front, shoving three fingers in, and humping my hand wishing it was him.

She would be well accustomed with all the erogenous zones. Should whisper something sweet in my ear, then give it a little nibble. She would kiss along my jugular. She would gently pinch one nipple, then the other. She would slowly run her fingers down my sides. She would tickle the bottom of my foot, then she would lick starting from my knee up my thigh until she could taste me. She would circle my clit with her tongue for a few minutes before slowly inserting her middle and fingers. As I lay on my back, she would focus the majority of the pressure upward. She reads my facial expressions and gauges from the amount of moisture, but like I usually do, I start bucking my hips when I get close. That's her cue to make the "come here" gesture with her fingers and send me over the top. We kiss and I taste my juices on her lips. She lays on her back and I try to repeat everything she did, rubbing her petite body working her little pussy. She then sits up, puts one leg over mine, grabs my hips, and pulls herself into me until our pussies touch. It's electrifying. She then eases her grip and allows me to start humping her leg which I straddle as I reach my second orgasm. She then does the same. Back in reality, I gently circle my clit until it starts building, but I want to continue to be gentle on myself so I grab a pillow and start humping it until the rubbing action sends jolts throughout my body.

I would imagine the two of them having sex. He'd try to be gentle with her, softly kissing her, taking his sweet time so as to not hurt her. She'd throw him on his back and grind her hips up and down like a rabbit. I would imagine myself in the mix, eating her pussy while he's fucking me. The room smells like sweat and musk. I'm sandwiched between them as we all keep running our hands over each other's bodies. Back in reality, cold as it may be in the room, the adrenaline keeps me warm.

Now, I wouldn't have fucked them in real life because I didn't want to ruin their lives, but I genuinely wanted them to have the same fantasies about me. Whenever I wore tight leggings, I would intentionally give myself a camel toe. Sometimes I would get myself worked up thinking about them before class, go into the bathroom, rub myself a little, and wipe it all over to cover myself with my scent. I tried to be subtly flirtatious at first then gradually stopped caring about subtlety, pursing my lips, leaning over so they could see down my shirt, swaying my hips as I walked away. Mr never seemed to notice but Mrs always did and looked completely flush. By the end of the year she got closer to giving into the temptation and started doing the same things to me! I was having a field day! She was like an older sister that I could confide in and now openly flirt and share tension with. At the end of the year, I kissed her on the cheek. She froze then gave me a long hug. Unfortunately, that was the last I ever saw of her, but through those fantasies I learned more about what I like which was nice.