Maria F***s The Student Teacher

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S**t.

The word echoed from the halls. From lockers, from the bathrooms, from classes, she heard it whispered and written and hissed. S**t. It was on the faces of her peers, in their eyes. Every single student at Frensburg High School thought it as she passed them by. 

And she loved it. 

Not only was Maria Starkski known as the school w***e, but she was quite possibly the luckiest girl attending as well. No on else could have possibly gotten away with that spaghetti strapped shirt that showed more than an ample amount of cleavage, that tight little denim miniskirt that was at least three inches north of fingertip length, those stilettos that clacked on the tile, warning all of her approach. But not one of the teachers or staff members ever breathed a word to her, and it was sort of a routine to see her in class everyday, wearing way too much makeup and not enough clothes. 

Girls glared at her as she walked on by them. Teachers looked the other way. Boys stared, some in wonder, some with a condescending smirk. Those were the ones she’d been with. Screwed. Nailed. Fucked. They all hated her- the girls, the teachers- even the guys. See, they love her before, while she flirts, plays with them, waits for them to make the move. They love her during, while they handle her body and sweat on top of her and tell her she’s beautiful. But they hate her after it, for letting them. For tempting them. For teasing them. She was a s**t, and they made her that way. 

But what they didn’t know was that she was counting. Every girl she’d heard gossip about her. Every teacher she saw ogle her once or twice. Every boy she’d easily seduced and then discarded. Maria was counting, and the numbers pleased her. Hated or not, she was famous at Frensburg.

And she loved it. 

The eighteen-year-old senior ambled into algebra class, her books clutched to her bouncing chest. Normally she’d have to sit front and center, in her assigned seat, and listen to Mrs. Jorg prattle on for an hour about equations and integers- but this entire month their student teacher, Mr. Channing had taken over, and the students sat wherever they chose. 

There was a minute till the bell rang and all of her classmates were already seated. Maria observed the room, quickly searching for an empty, desirable seat. And she found one in the other side of the room, next to Blake Landry, a well-known player on the football team. She made her way over to him and grinned before taking a seat, and he returned the gesture politely. She spotted Walter waving to her feverously from across the aisle, a shy boy who had been trailing after her since the beginning of the school year. She waved back as she sat, opening her legs and smiling wickedly when she gave him a quick glance of her naked, shaven p***y.

The bell rang and Mr. Channing entered before she could enjoy his reaction. 

Their student teacher was young, barely twenty-three, still studying at his university. He was a tall, attractive man with well-toned muscles and dark brown hair that needed cutting. He and Maria had been flirting subtly all year, and she was hoping that he was going to make his move soon. 

He began to lecture immediately, and because she and Blake were seated towards the back, they were able to hold conversation without being interrupted.

“Hey, Maria,” he said, grinning. 

“Hey yourself,” she replied coolly, jotting down random notes. 

“How are you?” 

“All right. Yourself?” 

“I’m fine. Just…do you have a pencil I could borrow?” 

“Sure,” she answered, reaching into her purse and holding it deliberately too close to one of her breasts. Blake reached for it and brushed against her as he grabbed the writing utensil. “Sorry,” he smiled in apology. 

Maria sensed Blake’s eyes on her all throughout the first fifteen minutes of class. She began to fidget intentionally: crossing and uncrossing her legs, massaging her neck, playing with the necklace that ended where her tits began.

“Oops,” she said, as her bare leg brushed against his, “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” he responded, patting her knee in a friendly manner, but failing to remove it once his action was completed. 

Maria watched him out of the corner of her eye as his hand inched up her leg. Blake was eighteen, like her, with pale blue eyes and paler blonde hair. He was muscular and lean from football. His hands were large with long fingers and she liked that. She wriggled invitingly as he began to stroke her inner thigh in experiment. 

Blake’s hand disappeared into her skirt and he moaned quietly to himself when he found that she wasn’t wearing underwear. She slouched forward and crossed her arms, giving him an excellent few of her breasts overflowing out of her lacy bra. With his hand over his growing erection, Blake traced her slit idly, rubbing her c**t before finally inserting his index finger into her…

“…groups of four please.” 

Blake froze as Mr. Channing looked right at them, speaking the words. Maria winked at him as Blake reluctantly removed his hand, hoping that everyone saw. The two stood with everyone else in the class, and Blake motioned two more boys over to them.

Maria didn’t really know them, but she did know that their names were Shayne and Aidan and they were on the football team with Blake. They were her age. Shayne was like Blake with his light complexion, hair and eyes, while Aidan was tan and dark-haired. The four of them made their way to a poorly lit corner of the room and sat.

“So…what the hell are we supposed to be doing?” Shayne broke the silence first, looking at his friends for help. 

“Like I f*****g know,” Blake replied, “I wasn’t exactly paying attention,” he added, in a tone that only Maria understood.

Before the boys could pose a question, Mr. Channing mumbled something about, “Keep working…I’ll be back in a minute…” and escaped through the door. 

It was quiet for a brief moment, before the students took advantage of their freedom and began to socialize among themselves, shoving algebra in the backs of their minds. 

“So boys,” Maria said, “Seems like we’ve got a lot of time to do nothing unsupervised.” 

Blake smirked as he leaned into her, and to Shayne and Aidan’s surprise, kissed her square on the mouth. 

Still hot and bothered from their previous, unfinished encounter, Maria responded eagerly, darting her tongue inside of his mouth and grinding her lips against his. Their group mates looked on with shocked expressions as the couple continued to kiss, Blake’s hand once more finding its way under her skirt. 

Maria moaned into his mouth as his two fingers thrust in and out of her still damp p***y, his thumb drawing little circles around her c**t. Aidan and Shayne exchanged looks of disbelief as the scene before them continued to unfold. All three of the boys knew that Maria Starkski had quite the reputation…but this? Fooling around in a classroom was completely taboo. Almost unheard of. It was…surreal. 

She came against his hand in a single, little gasp, and the boys turned about to see if any of their classmates had caught on, but everyone was still involved with their own inside jokes and conversations.

“Who’s next?” she asked jokingly as Blake detached himself from her, but Aidan, already adjusted to the situation and getting more turned on by the minute, responded quickly, pressing her to him and crashing his lips against hers. 

She was surprised at first but didn’t resist, partly because the experience was unlike any other, and partly because she was still unbelievably aroused. Aidan was a harder kisser, more demanding, and his tongue probed her mouth in powerful, even strokes. With one arm still around her he cupped her left breast firmly through her shirt, squeezing to the point of pain.

Blake pressed his lips against her right ear, whispering. “You owe me,” he said as he guided her hand down to his lap, where his pulsing erection was waiting for her. Obediently Maria unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her hand inside of his boxers, jerking him off inside of his pants. 

Shayne was quick to join his friends, and he easily slid three fingers inside of her soaking c**t as he groped her other breast. Aidan seized her idle hand and shoved it into his pants as he ceased kissing her, eager to receive the same relief that Blake was soon to achieve. Maria yanked on both c***s as Shayne played with her, sucking her earlobe into his mouth and biting. “Show us your tits,” he whispered raggedly, and before she could respond, he yanked down her shirt so that the swell of her breasts and her bra was exposed.

Maria looked about the room, to see if the students were still too distracted to notice the girl in the back getting ravished. They were, and they hadn’t. Not that she cared. At this point she was so hot, she wouldn’t care if the principal himself walked in and decided to watch. 

Shayne easily did away with her bra, and her tits fell into his free hand. She moaned as he kissed and suckled them, still thrusting in and out of her with reckless abandon. The three came together all at once- Aidan kissing her again to stifle her scream. Their semen poured into her hands and stained their clothes, Shayne’s fingers glistening with her juices.

Quickly, the boys collected themselves, shoving their dicks away and buttoning their pants. Maria was slowly licking off each of her sticky fingers as the three watched Shayne, still busy with her tits.

“With three minutes left in class, I think you can all return to your seats. We’ll work on this more tomorrow.” 

Maria hadn’t even noticed the room go quiet, had no idea that Mr. Channing returned. Indifferently she pulled up her shirt, leaving her bra there in the corner as she walked to her original seat, only with Shayne instead of Blake. 

“Do you have plans tonight?” he asked once they had sat, his breathing still heavy. 

“Not sure,” she replied coyly, shrugging. 

“Don’t be a tease,” he growled, hand tight on her thigh, “You owe me,” he said, repeating the exact words of her previous math buddy.

“Derek Schlosser’s having a party later tonight,” he told her, “come by later. It’ll be fun.” 

“I’ll think about it,” she said, crossing her legs as the bell rang and Mr. Channing dismissed them. She was gathering her books when he addressed her.

“Please stay, Ms. Starkski,” he called from the front of the room, “Don’t think I didn’t hear you talking at the beginning of my class.” 

A few of the students snickered as they left, after all, they did hate her. 

She leaned against her desk until they all filed out, Blake, Aidan, and Shayne all making a point of smiling in her direction before leaving.

But instead of lecturing her on her conversation habits, Mr. Channing locked the classroom door, grabbed her by the wrist and led her over to the corner where she and the boys had been “studying” earlier. 

“What, Ms. Starkski,” he began, lifting her bra up from the floor, “is this?” 

“My bra, Sir,” she answered matter-of-factly, and he frowned. 

“And why, Maria, aren’t you wearing it?” 

“Because I’d thought you might like it off, Sir,” she answered boldly, grinning when she saw him glance down at her hardened n*****s. 

Without further warning, he pressed her up against the hard edge of one of the desks, speaking rapidly. “Don’t think I didn’t f*****g see you fooling around with those boys back there, you little s**t,” he accused, whipping her bra to the floor. “But you’ve been teasing me crazy for months now, and it’s time you got what’s been coming to you.” 

It took all of Maria’s strength not to smile when she heard those words. Finally! It had taken him long enough…

But as he stepped out of his slacks he grabbed her and forced her to turn, grinding his hard c**k against her a*s. “Tell me what they did to you,” he demanded as shoved two fingers into her from behind. “Jesus Christ. You’re still wet, you f*****g w***e. Tell me what you did with them, you little c**t.” 

Maria winced as he inserted another of his large, masculine fingers, but began to talk anyhow. “Blake Landry…he started touching me in the beginning of class…” 

“Yes, yes.” 

“And then we went to that corner with...with…Shayne and Aidan…I don’t know their last names…” 

“Names aren’t important to me,” he mouthed against her ear, pushing a fourth finger into her. 

Maria actually screamed when he stretched her that time, but he shouted over her cry. “Keep going!” 

“Then…Blake and I kissed and he fingered me…and Aidan and I kissed and he touched me…I gave them both hand jobs while Shayne fingered me again and sucked on my breasts….” 

“And…?” 

“And then…then…then we came!” Maria cried out and slumped against his hand as she reached her orgasm, weak from the effort of standing. 

He spun her around then and hitched up her skirt roughly, and Maria was surprised to find that while he was fingering her he did away with his boxers. Eyes wild with lust, Mr. Channing placed his hands on either side of her hips and slammed into her without further warning. 

Maria emitted a tiny squeak as he did so, taken aback by his sudden entry. 

“I know you came, you f*****g w***e.” His voice was a hoarse whisper, breath hot against her ear. He pulled out slowly, only to thrust back into her with brutal force and speed, “You filthy s**t.” 

The student teacher began to thrust in and out quickly, pounding her relentlessly. With each stroke Maria’s lower back crashed into the desk behind her, causing a sharp pain to run up her spine. His hands on her were rough and too tight. He was still talking as he fucked her, the cuss words streaming out of his mouth as easily as any lecture he’d ever given. 

“You like this, you dirty b***h?” 

Though the coursing pain was too strong to ignore, so was the pleasure. His hands and words were cruel, but they were just as arousing as his powerful c**k, driving into her constantly, in a never-ending rhythm.

“Yes,” she breathed, once she felt she was close. Seconds now, seconds and she would be there…

Maria wrapped her arms about his neck and her already limp legs around his waist, shifting into a position that allowed him deeper penetration. The student teacher moaned and let his held fall forwards, his lips like fire on the place where Maria’s neck met her shoulder. She smiled in ecstasy as she felt the first onslaught of her fourth orgasm that day beginning, when suddenly Mr. Channing groaned once more and went rigid, cumming inside of her and jerking himself out before she could achieve the same release. Maria cried out in frustration and protest, but he ignored her as he yanked on himself briefly and shot another load onto her.

Aggravated with her shirt stained with semen, Maria almost refused when Mr. Channing forced her to her knees and told her blatantly to suck him off. She almost refused, but seeing his big c**k in front of her, still glistening with both of their juices was too good of an opportunity to pass up, and eagerly, she took him into her mouth. 

She gagged as he forced his way in farther, hands reaching downward to slide the straps of her wet tank top down her arms. He slid his fingers inside her shirt, squeezing her breasts and fingering her n*****s. As he played with her tits he became hard all over again in her mouth, and Maria was struggling to keep all of his eight inches in her mouth as she slurped at him sloppily. 

“Suck, you dumb c**t.” 

Saliva was beginning to drip from her mouth onto the floor, and Mr. Channing moaned aloud. 

“You’re such a sloppy w***e. Faster, c**t. Faster, and maybe I’ll f**k you again…” His hands became rougher on her as he began to f**k her mouth, nearly yanking on her tits as he pinched her n*****s cruelly. 

It was nearly too much to bear. Spreading her legs wide, Maria slipped two fingers into her soaking wet p***y with ease, whimpering against his dick as he continued to slam into her mouth. 

Her pace quickened as his did, and the two came together, he by her mouth and she by her own hand. His cum was warm and thick, and Mr. Channing refused to take himself out of her mouth until she swallowed every last drop. She gulped it down quickly, then licked his shaft off until she joined him on her feet.

Seizing both of her arms in a bruising grip, Mr. Channing jerked her around so that the desk in front of her was digging into her stomach. His breathing against her ear was ragged as he slid his hands all over her body. Abruptly, he tore her shirt, actually ripping it off of her torso and flinging it to the ground. Her flimsy skirt was next, Maria shivering as it slipped down her bare legs, leaving her naked in front of him. His tongue probed her ear as his fingers continued their exploration. 

“Touching yourself while you sucked me off…”

Mr. Channing bit down on her earlobe hard, and Maria cried out in shock and pain, jumping as she did so. Mr. Channing cupped her naked breasts lewdly and squeezed them- forcefully. He became hard against her once more, simultaneously grinding against her as he grabbed at her tits. 

“…you’re such a dirty w***e. And you’re going to pay for it.” 

Not grasping his meaning, Maria failed to protest when Mr. Channing’s hands found their way down her sides and covered her a*s, rubbing and squeezing. She squealed as he used both hands to bend her over the desk, shoving his way into her a*s without lubrication. 

He began to f**k her in the a*s, faster and rougher than before. Her entire body jolted as he clutched her hips, forcing her to slide on and off of him. Maria’s n*****s scraped the cool plastic of the desk each time, and she felt as if she would split in two. 

He finished soon after that, his semen dripping down her legs as he pulled out. 

Without another word Mr. Channing pulled up his underwear and slacks; Maria still shuddering uncontrollably. 

“Get dressed and get out,” he said cruelly, “I have to get ready for my next class.” 

When she didn’t respond verbally, he grabbed her violently, shouting. “Move!” 

“What do you want me to f*****g wear? You ripped my shirt.” 

He was angry, and looked as if he would hit her, but seemed to think better of it as he crushed her naked body against his fully-clothed one. He kissed her on the mouth, a deep, wet, commanding kiss that was so thrilling it almost made up for the previous violation. Almost. He rubbed between her legs vulgarly, and Maria almost hated the way she grew hot and moist again at the touch. Almost.

He flung her away from him suddenly, and Maria caught herself just before her fall. “Get dressed, you filthy c**t,” he told her, eyes gleaming, “No one cares what you do or don’t wear.”

Reviews

[Jake Donald Stephens]

I like Maria.
Once in 8th grade, a girl suddenly showed me and 2 other guys her p***y as class was ending. Apparently she had been sitting there playing with it. But that was as far as things went, lol.
That's why Maria is great. She's hardcore, and takes it all the way!
Thanks again for sharing your great writing. I couldn't take my eyes away from the words, and once again, the effect is intoxicating!
(You said you're single, right?? Because I'm falling in love, lol.)

[Tiffany Marie Congdon]

yes i am single!

[Jake Donald Stephens]

I'm guessing there is no shortage of guys who would like a chance. ;)

[ron]

Wow. That was extremely erotic. Love the BDSM in this one.
Very vivid and over the edge.