FAST SEX BETWEEN CLASSES WITH A TEACHER

The students had always been a rambunctious bunch, but lately, little Sarah had been acting particularly wild. At 18, she was the youngest in her class, and her precocious maturity shone through in her smoldering glances and salacious jokes aimed at the other girls.

The teacher, Mrs. Thompson, was exasperated. Sarah seemed determined to disrupt the classroom with her relentless flirtations and provocative suggestions whispered to her classmates. Even the boy, Jack, was starting to act up, emboldened by Sarah’s brazen behavior.

One afternoon, as Mrs. Thompson was writing the day’s lesson on the blackboard, she felt a familiar tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she found Sarah standing behind her, grinning mischievously.

“You’re doing it all wrong, Mrs. T,” Sarah purred, batting her lashes seductively. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

Before Mrs. Thompson could protest, Sarah grabbed the chalk and began to write on the board. Her tight uniform skirt rode up her thighs as she stretched to reach the top of the board, giving Mrs. Thompson an unobstructed view of her panties.

Mrs. Thompson felt her cheeks flush with anger and, much to her surprise, a twinge of arousal. She tried to ignore the feeling, but Sarah’s body against hers was impossible to ignore. The young girl pressed herself closer, letting her hands graze Mrs. Thompson’s hips.

“What are you doing, Sarah?” Mrs. Thompson managed to say, her voice strained.

Sarah just smirked, leaning in closer. “Giving you a lesson,” she whispered huskily. “Lessons are what teachers do, right?”

Mrs. Thompson swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. The other students were starting to notice their exchange, muttering amongst themselves like a bunch of gossipy schoolgirls.

Just then, Jack approached, drawn by the commotion. “What’s going on?” he asked, eyeing Sarah’s advances.

Sarah giggled. “I’m just helping Mrs. T with her life lessons,” she said with a wink. “Want to join in?”

Jack looked uncertain for a moment, then a lustful grin spread across his face. “I’ve always wanted to be in your class, Mrs. T,” he said with a chuckle. “Teach me something.”

Mrs. Thompson’s mind was spinning. Two students, both so eager, so brazen. She should put a stop to this. But she couldn’t ignore the traitorous heat building between her legs.

“I don’t know if that’s appropriate,” she said weakly.

But Sarah was already leading Jack towards her. “Oh, come on, Mrs. T,” she coaxed. “Let us teach you a thing or two.”

In a fit of daring, Sarah reached out and unbuttoned Mrs. Thompson’s blouse, revealing the swell of her ample breasts straining against a lacy bra. Mrs. Thompson gasped, but she didn’t stop her. Jack watched with rapt attention, his eyes darkening with lust.

Sarah wasted no time in pushing Mrs. Thompson’s blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “See?” she whispered. “You’re such a hot teacher. Everyone thought so. But no one dared act on it. Until now.”

She began to unbuckle her own uniform skirt, letting it drop to the ground, revealing a matching set of black lace panties and garters. Jack’s eyes bulged, watching her with undisguised hunger.

Sarah turned to Jack and began unbuckling his belt. “What do you think, Jack?” she asked coyly. “Should we show Mrs. T how grateful we are for her lessons?”

Jack’s response was nothing more than a guttural growl as he pushed Sarah back against the teacher’s desk. In one swift motion, he lifted her up, knocking textbooks and papers to the floor. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Mrs. Thompson watched, mesmerized, as Sarah began to unbutton Jack’s shirt, revealing a chiseled chest. Jack reciprocated by tugging at the front of Sarah’s bra, releasing her pert breasts. Sarah arched her back, letting out a soft moan.

The sight was too much for Mrs. Thompson. Without a second thought, she stepped forward, pressing her body against Jack’s back. She ran her hands down his chest, feeling his muscles ripple with anticipation.

Jack turned his head, capturing Mrs. Thompson’s lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth hungrily, exploring every inch of her hot, wet cavern.

Sarah watched the e