by Candy Quinn
“Oh, hey Mr. Templeton. Just... Just was going to look up a book,” she said, but now she realized she couldn’t look up what she intended. She didn’t want all the town to know about her search, after all.
He put the book back he had in hand onto the shelf, then walked over to her.
He had a way of making her feel like a little girl again, there to take her tests and be judged. But once he stood before her, towering over her, he cracked a friendly smile.
“Anything I can help you find?” he asked, reaching out to rest a large, smooth hand on her slender shoulder.
Her mind went blank again.
She wasn’t sure if it was just that she felt like a deer in headlights, fumbling to come up with a quick lie, or if it was the sensation of flesh on hers once more.
It was like a switch had been flicked within her, and now touches weren’t just innocent things. They were promises of things to come. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself, and instead found the masculine scent of his cologne teasing her senses.
“I just... was looking for something to read. For summer.”
He squeezed her shoulder and his smile widened, seeming quite overjoyed that she was there for reading material.
“Well I can definitely help you with that,” he said, sliding his hand from her shoulder… down, around to her lower back. Not quite so low as Trevor had done, but he guided her along nonetheless, describing the various sections to her, that seemed to be lost in the drone of heat she felt internally.
“...And here we have romance. A popular one with the ladies, and some guys too,” he said with a playful little tinge to his smile. “Lots of tales of wholesome love and desire.”
Hearing her high school teacher talk about love and desires was definitely not what she needed just then. Instantly she felt years younger, and that flush of heat spread from her stomach, out towards her limbs.
“Mom’d kill me if she found that under my pillow.”
He looked amused and stroked his hand along her back.
“You’re a grown woman now, Brittany,” he said, reassuringly. But with a tinge of… something else to it. “You can do as you like.”
She thought, for just a second, he said ‘you can do who you like’. Her breath caught in her throat. He couldn’t know. Surely she wasn’t that obvious. Was she?
“Here,” he said, pulling a book from the shelf, “maybe just try one.”
“Isn’t it... sinful?” she said, her voice low, as if even just speaking the words would draw unwanted attention in the empty library.
“It’s just reading,” he says, before she notices the cover of the book. And the young woman on the cover, dressed in a school uniform, making doe-eyes at her older teacher. Once he sees it, Mr. Templeton laughs briefly. “Ah well… this is a common fantasy for girls such as yourself, Brittany.”
Her heart started pounding so loud in her chest, the sound so loud she could barely hear his words.
Her lips dropped open, silent murmurs trying to work their way past her tongue without luck.
“And teachers?”
His full lips parted, mouth opened as he was about to speak, but he paused. Stopped himself. He traced his tongue around his lips, wetting them with a sheen of saliva, before he then leaned in to kiss her. He stopped short, just half an inch of her mouth, before closing the gap and letting their lips meet.
Her breath was gone.
Her mind was blank.
Her heart raced.
Perhaps something had changed in her. Some core part of her being, awakened after laying dormant for all her life. Because the spark they shared was intense, and something she’d never felt before for him.
It was just right.
She didn’t struggle, didn’t push him away. Instead, she melted into his touch, into his soft lips, into his masculine scent.
His big hand slid down from her back, over the round swell of her bubbly ass, much like Trevor’s had done earlier. Except this time it was slower, more… authoritative? Was that all in her mind? Was it just because this was Mr. Templeton, her teacher?
They lingered in that kiss for a while, before he broke off and looked at her, then smiled.
“I knew you wanted to be teacher’s pet,” he husked, and gently guided her back against a shelf, the two of them hidden among the bookstacks.
She looked up at him, drinking him in in a new light.
He was older than her, silver scattered in his hair, with soft lines on his skin that only made him look more rugged and handsome.
“We’re not in school anymore,” she said, her words coming out slowly, before she licked in her lower lip, tasting him on it.
Her words only made his grin broader, and he cupped her cheek with one hand, rubbing his thumb over her smooth skin, as his other hand slipped into her shorts, squeezing her ass bare.
“Exactly,” he said, before kissing her again, head tilted to the side as his tongue invaded past her pouty lips, lashing at her own wet muscle as he pressed his body to hers with a ravenous, mature hunger.
The book shelves dug into her shoulders, her head pressed against countless romance novels, but somehow it felt right.
Or maybe she just liked to feel bad.
It was a new sensation, but one she didn’t want to shy from.
Her arms went around his neck as her heart thudded beneath her breasts, her body pressed to his so eagerly as her legs parted. She pressed her ass into his large hand, moaning into his mouth.
He slid his hand around from her ass to between her parted legs, feeling her oh so slick heat, and he groaned with desire as he teased her clit and pet her little pussy lips.
“Dammit Brittany,” he husked with desire, “you’re so wet. I knew you had to have followed after me,” he rumbled, lowering his hand from her face and undoing her top, to let her breasts spill free, so full and perky, before grasping one and squeezing it with desire.
Followed after him?
She had no idea what that meant.
But she didn’t care, either. If that was what he thought, if that was why he was touching her so lewdly, she didn’t want to do or say anything that might interrupt him.
“What if we get caught?” she whispered, biting down on her lower lip. Instead of worried, though, the thought sent a thrill of pleasure through her that she never would have expected.
He grinned at her then, as his finger swirls around her clit and teases into her slick, cum-stained hole beneath. It was a look of mischief and desire she’d never seen on her dapper, serious teacher before.
“Then everyone knows you’re teacher’s pet,” he growled, before reaching down, unbuttoning her jean shorts, and yanking them down to expose her sodden cunt. “Now turn around and grasp the shelves,” he demands, grasping her arms to make her do it anyhow.
She felt like a doll being posed by him, and maybe that was better. Maybe it was easier to just be like putty in his hands, let him do what he wanted to her.
As long as he gave her what she wanted too.
She turned and looked over her shoulder, spreading her legs as wide as the jean shorts around her ankles would allow, her brows furrowed. Anyone could walk in and see her. How long had it been since she entered? When would the librarian return from lunch? What if one of her old classmates walked in?
What if they joined in?
That was the thought that made her heart throb, and her eyes flutter shut.
She’d definitely changed. Maybe for the better.
She saw over her shoulder as Mr. Templeton undid his jeans and tugged them open. He reached in and pulled out that thing she now knew to crave. His hard, throbbing cock.
“Time for you to take it like the good girl you are, Brittany,” he said, giving her thick ass cheek a playful smack, before teasing his length along her glistening wet slit. He didn’t waste too much time though, before he began to press inside her, stretching her slick hole around his manhood as he gave a deep, husky moan. A final thrust lodging hims
elf inside her fully.
She was already so wet from earlier that even as large as he was, even in the somewhat awkward position, she was able to take him deep on the first thrust. Her breath held in her chest, her entire body burning with lust, and she pressed her juicy ass against him, her body contorting with pleasure as she held onto the shelves for balance.
He was so much taller, he had to bend his knees a bit as he had her bent her, one hand on her waist, the other on her breast as he supported her. That thick shaft pulsating inside her, almost like she could feel very thick, bulging vein as her own favourite teacher took her amid the books.
“Fuuuck yes,” he husked as he pulled back, feeling her clinging, wet vulva cling to his member, then thrust back into her with a soft clap to her ass. “Perfect little pussy, such a good girl…” he growled.
“Did you think about this in class?”
The words escaped her mouth before she could even process them. Before she could wonder where the thought came from.
But as they hung between them, and she felt his cock throb in her tight little pussy, she couldn’t help but let out a little moan. She’d never fantasized about this. About him.
Now she wish she had.
“You’re the hottest woman in town… in the state,” he grunted, grasping her tighter as he began to thrust into her deeper, harder, faster. The smacks of their bodies, of her thick ass against his groin and thighs, getting louder as he took her with more passion and intensity.
“Of course I did,” he admitted at last, his cum-laden balls smacking heavily to her clit as he took her against the bookshelf.
Blood rushed through her body, throbbing in her clit, in the space between her ears, blocking everything out but the sensation of his body on hers. In hers.
Her glossy lips dropped open as she pushed against him, swept up in the moment, pinned between her teacher and the romance section of the library. Anyone could catch them. Anyone could see what a slut she was becoming.
What a temptress she was, turning all these men so bad.
And in a moment, all her fantasy about being caught… became reality.
Her eye lashes fluttered open to see to her left, standing there, one of her old classmates. A bookish but handsome young man, her own age, staring in shock at them both from behind his glasses. All while their teacher grasped her hips and one heavy breast, pumping away with such intense desire.
Was she hallucinating?
It wouldn’t be the oddest thing to happen to her today. Perhaps it was all a dream. Just a strange, odd dream that lasted so long and felt so real.
“Ah! Ah!” she moaned out with each thrust of her teacher’s cock, her mind abandoning language. She couldn’t even push back enough to point.
Her brows furrowed in the center, her face tightened with concern and fear and apology, even as that little bud between her legs began to spark and spread warmth throughout her body. Her eyes fluttered closed as the sensation overtook her, the pleasure too much to fight against. Her pussy tightened around her teacher’s cock as she began to tremble and shake, her knees weakening.
“Ohhhh f-fuck, Brittany--!” her teacher choked out, struggling against that tight clench of her pussy, holding her up as she squeezed out all resistance from him and sent him plummeting over that edge into bliss against his desires. No force could hold him back against the milking squeeze of her climaxing cunt, and he shoved himself in deep and let loose such thick, virile loads of seed, bucking against her, as they became two wild messes in the bookstacks.
And they were lost to all, until her old classmate spoke up in their post-coital haze.
“I won’t tell…” he said, clearing his throat. “If you let me go next.”
She didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to face the truth, that she’d been caught. That she liked knowing someone was watching her.
It could upset her entire life. Everything she held dear.
Maybe that’s what made it so sweet.
She slowly forced her eyes to open, to look at the other man, to feel everything with an intensity that was foreign to her before that morning.
Her former classmate stood there, a bulge in his own pants as he watched their teacher react in shock.
“Kurt!” he said, and her teacher pulled his dick from her pussy, leaving her so sadly empty as it drooled a mix of two men’s seed. “What are you doing?! You--” he struggled to come up with something to say.
But Kurt was undaunted.
“I won’t tell,” he repeated himself, “if you’ll let me in you next,” he said, looking to Brittany.
Her mind was moving so slowly, but her gaze was drawn right to his throbbing hardon, her body yearning to be filled again. To have more.
“You won’t tell,” she said, her words soft and mixed with a sigh of pleasure. “You can’t tell,” she adds on, a little more firmly. No one could know about this. About her and Mr. Templeton. And if all it took was letting Kurt fuck her...
Her finger beckoned him nearer.
Mr. Templeton looked at Kurt, then her, and back and forth again before he said, “You don’t have to do that, Kurt can’t--”
But the younger male pushed on in, undoing his own trousers, pulling down his underwear as he unleashed his own raging hard cock.
“God Brittany,” he said, grasping her ass with one hand, his own dick with the other as he guided it to her messy slit. “I’ve always dreamt of this… I don’t care if I get Mr. Templeton’s sloppy seconds to have you.”
Had she been asleep all along? All of these men, fantasizing about her, and it took an outsider to waltz in and unleash her inner slut?
“You have?” she asked dumbly, her eyes flitting between him and Mr. Templeton. She wondered if she saw a flare of jealousy in Mr. Templeton’s eyes, and that made her heart skip a beat. She didn’t want to hurt him.
But she did want him to watch.
She looked over her shoulder to Kurt, smiling at him as she pressed her round, bare ass towards his hips, her wet pussy being teased by the head of his cock. She almost laughed when she remembered Trevor promising to just put in the tip. Just a little taste of heaven.
How could she resist more?
And now she felt addicted. She couldn’t wait any longer, and instead of lingering and letting Kurt thrust into her, she instead pushed against his cock, taking him into her unprotected pussy.
Kurt moaned abruptly, feeling her slick pussy wrap around his shaft, it made him throb, his dick twitching inside her as he clung to her two hips for support.
Mr. Templeton was trapped there on the other side of them, unable to get around as Kurt started to pump into her slowly. He looked jealous, very jealous, but he didn’t look away either.
“Ohhh Brittany… you feel like heaven,” Kurt moaned, sliding one hand up underneath her, to grasp one of her heavy, bare breasts, to squeeze and fondle it as Mr. Templeton watched. Each soft smack of his groin to her ass making that flesh ripple delectably.
She swallowed, her head feeling light and dizzy as his hands explored her, his cock throbbed deep within her. It was ecstasy, and the more cocks that fucked her, the less she worried about the morals of it all.
The risk.
She was just thirsty for more, and she pushed her hands into the shelves, holding herself up and shifting so that Kurt could fuck her even deeper.
None of the men she’d been with sure worried about the risk, Kurt just the latest to pump into her, working his cock at a faster pace as she pressed back around him, egging him on despite his blackmail. He didn’t even let the fact that her pussy was sloppy with other men’s seed deter him from savouring every moment with her. Savouring every touch of her flesh as he lightly pinched and teased her nipple.
“You’re so good, Tiffany,” Kurt moaned out again, his balls swinging up to smack against her clit as Mr. Templeton reached out, helping himself to her other breast, to squeeze and fondle despite his jealousy.
“Ahh,” she whimpered
as two men’s hands touched her, making her stomach flip as she tried desperately to breath and keep her knees from giving out. She felt so weak, but so fulfilled, all at the same time.
“I’m good?” she moaned out, the words sounding surprised and curious all at once.
“The best,” Kurt said as he throbbed inside her, thrusting harder, faster. The wet smacks of their bodies filling that corner of the library as he fulfilled his deepest, longest held fantasies of having the hottest girl in town.
“You should pull out, Kurt,” Mr. Templeton cautioned the other, younger man. But he wasn’t about to listen.
“Do you want me to, Brittany?” Kurt asked, fucking her harder now, harder than even Mr. Templeton had.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her head swimming with lust as she tried to make sense of what the other two men were talking about. Why would he pull out? Why would he deprive her of his cock like that?
Her face screwed up as she tried to understand, but she couldn’t.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, desperation lacing her voice.
Brittany’s homeschooling never included anything on sex, except the warning to never do it. And the brief times doing exams and prep with Mr. Templeton and classmates like Kurt didn’t prepare her to understand the dilemma.
“Good,” Kurt said in a moan. “Now cum with me Brittany,” he said, reaching in under her, rubbing at her clit without the finesse of the other two men she’d been with, but all the eagerness. He grunted and moaned, and bucked into her wildly before at last, he tensed…
He shoved himself into her deeply, spearing her on his cock as he tensed up and moaned. Thick gouts of creamy, virile young seed shooting into her fertile depths, added to the other men’s, adding to the risk--no, near guarantee--the pretty young thing would be pregnant.
And as the explosion of pleasure ignited within her once more, and that rush of ecstasy flooded her body and mind, she felt a peace and excitement she’d never even been able to dream of before.
She gasped in a few breaths before looking over her shoulder at the two men, giving them both an excited, happy grin. Her hair was messy, her face was flushed, her breasts heaving with every breath, and she’d never looked or felt better.
