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Teacher's Pet	By : Jayrich Category: +1 through F > Dexter's Laboratory Views: 3957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Teacher’s Pet

2:55pm, and she still couldn’t stop staring at him. It was borderline obsession now, but she didn’t care. She just couldn’t get enough of him. His fiery red hair, that strong but developing chin, the way he breezed through quadratic equations as if they were Sudoku puzzles, and Sudoku puzzles like connect the dots. Yes, Miss Wimple was in love with Dexter; and it had been this way for a long time.
At first she fell in love with his brain. Never had she seen such a scientific mind at work before. It was as if she was helping to guide a new age Einstein. But a chance passing of her student in PhysEd, where she happened to notice a substantial bulge emerging from his school-issued sweatpants, quickly brought up a physical attraction as well. Before she knew it she was scheduling herself to teach every class she could that he took, and even volunteering for the yearly science fair, which he would win with ease like clockwork. She was even there during the bad times, as she recalled the day she had to send him to detention. Since then he had not committed even one atrocity. He was her good little boy, who had now turned man.
2:58pm; she would not let this moment slip away. After the bell rings he was off for Winter Break, and because of his genius, she had no more classes to teach him. In fact, other than a requirement of Gym Class, he didn’t even need to come to school until Graduation. And who knows the brainiacs he’d meet at College. Or worse, a party girl who’d just ruin his mind with the copious consumption of alcohol and attending mindless, violent sporting events. She would not allow that to happen. It was now or never.
*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNNNG*
It was the sound of freedom for most students as the school bell went off. They jumped up from their desks and sped through the door, almost creating a logjam in the process. Dexter however, could be described as almost mournful as he slowly gathered his things and arranged them in an orderly fashion within his briefcase. He then snapped it closed, rose from his desk and approached Miss Wimple’s.
“Miss Wimple…” He began respectfully. “…I would like to thank you for your years of service in the public educational system. Though it is not the most ideal platform for employment, your steadfast mindset and vast intelligence was greatly appreciated. I shall be sure to thank you each time I receive an award for my work or am asked to speak in front of an assembly of my peers.”
“Oh but Dexter,” She replied as she enacted her plan, “There’s one more lesson I need to teach you. One of the upmost importance.”
Slowly and seductively she stood up from behind her desk as her student grew a perplexed expression. “But you have already taught me the standard academic curriculum for High School,” Dexter responded, “And I have taught myself several dozen addition subjects in preparation for--!”
“I assure you that while you won’t find this lesson in a book, and it is very vital to a young man such as yourself.” She strolled to the door, slowly reaching out and locking it to ensure their privacy. She would have nothing ruin this moment.
Dexter complied with her wishes. “Very well. I do have an engagement coming up however, so is there any way you can provide me cliff notes? Perhaps a website where I can independently study--!”
“Oh, I believe a partner will be most beneficial to this lesson for you.” She told him, strolling over as he uneasily leaned against the desk. She then leaned in closer to him. “Now to begin with a few questions…what does it mean when blood is rushed to the lower groin area?”
Dexter didn’t even need a moment to answer. “Well there are surprisingly several instances that could cause such a bodily reaction, but the most common of them would indicate that the male is sexually arou—!” You could almost hear him mentally kicking himself as he finally sees what’s going on.
“Miss Wimple, you are trying to seduce me…aren’t you?”
She giggled lustily. “Very astute Dexter, as always. Now for your next question, how quickly can blood be rushed to that area?”
She didn’t need him to answer, nor did she want it. The bulge in his pants was all that she needed to feel. Her breasts were pressed up against his chest as he fought to keep his breath steady. She advanced further by raising her leg and rubbing her thigh against his side, almost straddling him. It served as a distraction as her hand slowly reached behind herself and between her legs, quickly locating the zipper on her student’s dress slacks. And with one good pull, she unleashed an erection that made her bite her lip with anticipation. It throbbed between her legs, with its head almost nestled between her cheeks. She couldn’t wait to have it inside of her.
“I’d say your blood flow is quite expedient, Dexter.” She noted. “Now whatever will we do about this development?”
Dexter had a couple of ideas but remained silent on them. Instinct told him to respond with masturbation, but he fought it off due to his curious mind intrigued on how far this situation would advance. And as he noticed Miss Wimple hiking her skirt up, he realized he was about to find out.
“I wouldn’t be a loving teacher if I allowed my favorite student to leave in such a predicament.” She told him, slowly positioning herself in front of her desk. “Allow me to assist you in solving your problem.”
And as her skirt slowly rose higher, Dexter’s jaw lowered. The sight of his teacher’s ample posterior sans panties was something he couldn’t have calculated seeing today, if ever. It was then that the young genius reflected back on advice that his older sister Dee-Dee gave to him. ‘Life is full of surprises, but you don’t get surprised when you’re cooped up in your lab!’ He knew it was a bid to get him out of his Lab so she could enter, but it held truth behind it; enough truth that he found himself taking hold of his manhood. The anticipation of the moment caused Mrs. Wimple to bite her bottom lip, and she would shudder with excitement as her finest student’s cock slapped onto her ass cheek. Slowly he repositioned it, as she spread her cheeks aside to give him an unobstructed entrance. As he brought his head up to her quivering snatch, she took this moment to advise him one last time.
“Slowly, Dexter…” She said, wanting to savor the moment.
And with his heart almost beating out of his chest, he adjusted his glasses and obliged. “Yes, Mrs. Wimple.”
She immediately felt his girth penetrate her as he gradually pushed in, letting himself slide inside of her as she fought back squeals of glee. She gripped the edge of her desk, as she felt herself slightly lifting off the ground from his insertion. He finally came to a stop, nearly all the way inside her, but more than enough to fill her up. As instructed, he slowly pulled back out of her before pushing in again. His thrusts were slow at first, as he savored the moment. His hands gripped her hips slowly as he guided his movement carefully.
“Oh YES, Dexter!” She moaned. “Just like that! Give me more!”
With each forward thrust his cock shot inside of her deeper and deeper. He became more forceful with his strokes, as she grunted from each cock injection he gave her. She could feel her nipples rubbing against the silk of her blouse, and it only enhanced the sensation washing over her. She could barely hold onto the desk at this point as Dexter ravaged her from behind. Each thrust caused the desk to scoot forward. Only slightly, but still enough to bring out squeaks with each pump Dexter gave her. But as the rhythmic squeaking continued, she noticed it was a little too loud.
“Dexter, stop!”
He ceased his thrusting, as she requested. “Is there something wrong? Was I not adequate?”
“Oh, you were marvelous.” She told him lovingly. “But to prevent curious ears, I think we should change positions.”
Before the young genius could even question what position she preferred, he found himself now with his back on the desk, gazing up at his teacher who had his back to him, but was preparing to ride his cock like a Harley Davidson. She eased his throbbing manhood back inside of her inviting pussy, not caring to go slow as before. She had him inside of her and she desperately wanted more. His cock slid balls deep inside of her and pure elation filled her face as she began to bounce up and down, her breasts barely being held back by the buttons on her blouse.
“YES!!!” She moaned breathily. “Don’t stop! Don’t Stop!”
She leaned back, allowing Dexter’s manhood to reach even deeper into her loins. Her tongue was nearly hanging out of her mouth as she panted. No longer was she the beautiful yet composed and professional teacher; no, she was the cock slut who was getting her reward after years of patience. His member ravaged her, in & out, in & out. Her mind was a jumbled mess, leaving her barely able to speak. Her moans got louder as she could feel her climax coming, and it was a freight train speed.
“Almost there! Almost there! Al…most…OOHHHHHHH!!!”
The wave of pleasure that washed over her was practically unrivaled. Her body trembled, and she found herself seeing the proverbial stars that come when reaching one’s orgasm. The only thing missing was the sensation of being filled up by her student’s cum.
“Dexter?”
Looking back, she spotted her student desperately holding back his own orgasm. “Miss Wimple, I believe I…”
Before he could finish, in both senses of the word, she leaned forward and dropped down off of her desk; her heels clicking as they hit the floor. As Dexter sat up, he could feel the warm, inviting sensation of her lips envelope around his shaft, taking it in more by the inch as he neared his limit.
And with a whimpered groan, Dexter ejaculated into his busty teacher’s mouth. It quickly filled with jizz and began to dribble out, dripping down onto her white blouse. Lustily she gulped down the contents in her mouth and opened it wide, as the young man continued spurting his jizz onto her face and tongue. As the last stream fired from his cock, Miss Wimple licked her lips and slowly stood back upright.
“I believe you have passed once again with flying colors, Dexter.” She lovingly told him. “However, if you ever wish to have some…refreshers taken, feel free to inform me. Anytime…anywhere.”
Straightening out her outfit, she placed another kiss on Dexter’s cheek before making her way to the classroom door. As she walked out, the teen genius leaned back against the desk they just used for their sexual escapade, still stunned over it.
“That was certainly an event I did not foresee today.” He said to himself. “I shall have to log it into my journal. Perhaps I should also examine Dad’s hidden video collection for pointers if I should encounter this again.”
As his keen mind began to replay the events that happened, he made his leave of the room and traveled down the hall, done with his school day. He failed to notice a figure standing behind him and a row of lockers, however. A slender figure with pigtails, a leather jacket, and a ballerina outfit underneath. She also held a smartphone close to her as she licked on a lollipop in her mouth.
“Bout time it happened.” She said to herself, removing the lollipop as she smirked. “Mimi and LeeLee won’t be happy about it, though.”
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