What happens after school, stays after school – part 1

Maybe I would take a few minutes and watch some porn, get off and get to work. Of course I could always just close my eyes and think of Ken. In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals.

As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Iris driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Ken and give up on my stupid fantasies. I’ve been watching and writing too much porn lately. I minimized the screen on “Special” and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group.

As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Iris would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not only appreciate it, but play with herself while reading.

Sadly, that Miss Iris only existed in my head. In reality she was just an attractive teacher that supplied a lot of eye candy and fantasy to countless students over the years. Although I doubt there were any others that took it to the degree that I did. For me she had become nothing short of an obsession. Bony had once asked me if I thought Miss Iris was the hottest teacher we’d ever had. I had answered that never mind teacher, Saira Iris was the hottest woman I’d ever seen period!

When I had her as a sophomore two years ago she had driven me crazy to the point I’d had to be excused to go to the bathroom so I could jerk off to the thought of her doing….well whatever the hell she wanted to me. In fact I was so into her that when I heard she was teaching a creative writing course I’d taken it as one of my senior electives just to be able to see her every day before I graduated. Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could.

Not that I didn’t actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hot for teacher I’d gotten some pretty good reviews.

Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Iris had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Iris had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I’d even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other’s work, I sat there like a perv, picturing Miss Iris lounging naked on her couch or standing in her shower, rubbing her wet soapy tits. Last class she was wearing a tank top and a pair of denim shorts that had me spanking it all night long.

That same day, I’d hit an all time low and while everyone was out on her deck, I’d used the bathroom then sneaking down her hallway slipped into her bedroom and moving quickly had opened her top bureau drawer and found myself staring at an array of thongs and lacy bras.

It had taken an act of will not to steal one, but I managed to turn around and walk back out to the deck where I’d sat with my book in my lap to cover my constant erection. It always amazed me that she was single. A woman like that…

“Okay, enough.” I said out loud.

Closing my eyes I forced Miss Iris out of my mind so I could finish my project. As I’d stated in my latest story, I did actually need a decent grade in this class to keep my average up. I played the game of telling myself that if I focused and finished “A Vampire’s Remorse” I would then watch some milf porn and get off before I went to bed.

Opening my eyes, I cleared my mind and re-read the first half of the story. I then started to type. The first few sentences were forced, but as time went on, I caught on and my fingers started to blur acIris the keyboard. As always when I wrote I became immersed in the story and got more into it than I had thought I would. When I typed the words “The End” I sat back and after rubbing my tired eyes was surprised to see it was ten fifteen.

After giving the story a quick run through spell check I remembered my promise to myself and with a grin minimized “Vampire’ and brought up the net. I went straight to my favorite site “The cougars cave” and started browsing videos. I stopped at one that said “Joe works hard in detention” and clicked on it. The video came up to show a kid sitting alone in his classroom getting lectured by his very hot and provocatively dressed teacher. My eyes widened as I saw she bore a pretty good resemblance to Miss Iris. Same long black hair, brown eyes and a very impressive rack.

Having no desire to listen to the stilted dialogue of the alleged plot, I brought the video forward.

“Oh yeah.” I whispered as the teacher was now on her knees, sucking her lucky students cock.

The camera panned to show her from behind and I licked my lips at the sight of her perfect ass. I remembered my own story where I had my tongue buried in Miss Iris’s ass and as the camera went back to the stunning brunette sucking cock, I began to imagine how I would describe it.

I sat up as the rest of my story jumped into my head and clicking off the video brought “Special” back up and began typing at a frenetic pace. My fingers pounded away on the keyboard as in the story I pounded away on Miss Iris.

Of course I didn’t start fucking her until she had given me an eye rolling blow job that ended with her letting my cum drool out of her mouth and onto her tits. From there she had hopped back onto the desk for me to take over where I left off and suck her off with my fingers buried in her pussy.

I described her as wailing like a banshee as she came beneath my eager tongue and told me to stand back up and slam the shit out of her. The story then went into the two of us going around the world. My stud of a story self banged her with her legs spread wide, bent over her desk, and doggy style on the floor.

The story ended with her riding me hard and fast on my back on her desk, then us rolling onto our sides, where with her leg draped over mine I fucked the shit out of her until I whipped my cock out and came all over her soft stomach. At that point I was sweating and my cock was aching between my legs.

I forced myself to type out some pillow talk dialogue about how she knew she teased the students and had always fantasized about fucking one. In the story Iris told me about how as soon as she saw that note she knew she was going to fuck me and how would I feel about attending ‘summer school’ with her.

I typed the end and after ‘signing it’ Hotforteacher copyright Erotic escapes 2012 clicked save and sat back in my chair, pulled my throbbing prick from my pants and stroked it hard and fast to the images of everything I had just written. I moaned as my cock began spurting and in my mind those streams of thick white cum were splashing all over Miss Iris’s lips and tongue.

“Wow.” I gasped as I released my spent cock and tried to catch my breath.

I stood and after gingerly tucking my dripping cock back into my pants slipped out of my room and took a quick shower. While soaping myself, I envisioned Miss Iris standing behind me and doing it for me, giving me a nice soapy hand job. Before I knew it I was stroking again and in a surprisingly short time blew another good sized load. After rinsing off I stepped out and as I dried myself off I decided that it was time to ask my little blonde admirer out.

My mind was in overdrive and I needed to get some actual sex. A guy who I knew at work knew Ken’s ex boyfriend and he’s said she was a wild little thing so I’m sure I would have some fun with her. I went back to my room and stretched out under the sheets, closed my eyes and started thinking about Ken. It would be fun to have someone to do things with and might even inspire some new stories. I was just starting to nod off, when my eyes flew open.

“Oh shit!” I said aloud.

what happens after school, stays after school – part 1 will continue in the next page.