Sterling Harkins

Teacher's cocky students

CHAPTER ONE

It was the voices that first attracted my attention. Even before I located exactly where they were coming from, there was no doubt what was going on. No groaning or fast breathing yet, but lots of husky whispering and muted, secretive talking. Someone was about to do some serious fucking, that was for sure-or, at the very least, get in some hot mouth action or a little between the-legs finger work.

I dropped my suitcase where I stood, locked the door of my newly assigned room behind me so I wouldn't be interrupted, and headed for the window. Sure enough, there they were. A couple was on the grass right below my second-story window. There was plenty of shrubbery around them so they probably thought they were hidden completely, but they hadn't counted on being spied on from above. Especially by a teacher. I have to admit, though, that what I was seeing made me less and less aware of being Miss Millicent Ward, newly hired teacher at snooty Brightwater Free School, and more and more like being simply a healthy 25-year-old girl named Millie. I mean, Jesus, I can act the part of sensible Miss Prim all day in front of my classes or on the street. But when it comes to being presented with a sight like this couple was giving me, I got hot panties from it just like any other girl would do. Any girl who would be honest and admit the truth, that is. Plenty of them would try to look cool as a cucumber. I'm sure, even though they might have such hot cunts their panties would be fairly dripping.

As I looked down on them I could see the girl fine, but the guy was pretty much hidden by a bush. Damn it, it was him I was dying to get a better look at. The girl was cute. Blonde, long legs, my age or a couple of years older, and nice enough tits to make me just a little jealous even though I've never had any complaints in that department. Until I saw them I took for granted that it must be a pair of high school kids getting it on with each other, but the girl's age made that impossible. Brightwater Free School only went to the twelfth grade, so she must be an instructor like me. I could hardly wait to get my first look at a male faculty member… the guy who was obviously getting all the attention from her.

I was close enough now to hear what they were saying.

"Don't be so tenee, sweetie," she was telling him, "nobody's going to catch us. Last time I only had time to give you a hand job, but now I'm going to show you what it feels like to have a woman's mouth on that cute little cock of yours."

That certainly made me curious. What the hell was going on, anyway? I looked closer but still couldn't see the guy well enough to make out any details. What kind of mommy's boy would a guy have to be in order to rate being talked to by a woman like that, I wondered. What a nerd he must be!