Sex at the Podium

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Class was over. The students in this advanced placement twelfth grade class were filing out. I was behind the wooden lectern where I had just ended a lecture. Some history with a social justice angle that I thought was riveting. Half the kids were awake, I think. I was looking over my notes, checking off all the points and big ideas that I would include in the quiz tomorrow.Then I felt his hands behind me.I glanced at the door. Then I sighed and rolled my eyes at the ceiling.His hands were on my hips, circling around to my front and inching their way up my knit sweater, before resting on my breasts.“You were barely paying attention,” I said.“I was watching your every move,” he said from behind me.I felt his nose touching my neck.“Watching my ass isn’t going to help you pass,” I said to him.He etlik escort pressed his body against mine so I could feel his erection.“How long you’ve been sitting there hard at your desk?”He kissed my neck. I could hear him sniffing my hair. He always did that. I shrugged one shoulder in annoyance.“How long you been standing here wet behind the podium?” he asked.I laughed at that.He squeezed my breasts and licked my neck.“Eww,” I said to him.“It’s been a week,” he complained.I continued looking through my notes. “Get a girlfriend.”“I thought you were my girl.”“Girl? I’m old enough to be your mother. Kid.”He slid his hands under my sweater and my undershirt to get to my bra. I stared at the door.“Oh, fuck,” I said when his hand pinched one nipple.“Mommy likes that?” keçiören escort he said in my ear.“Oh, fuckity fuck,” I replied when he rubbed them both hard between his fingers.I put my pencil down and held on to the lectern.One hand pulled out of my sweater to turn my face towards him. He jabbed his tongue into my mouth. I reached up to touch his face and kissed and licked him back. I was starting to moan and pant.“Been too long, Mrs. Johnson,” he whined as he continued attacking my poor nipple.I found myself pushing back into him, just to feel that hard erection.He let go of me. I turned to see what he was doing. He was opening his pants.“Oh, no, Jerry, no, no, no,” I said.He pulled his underwear down.“Jerry, you idiot, stop.”He had the cock out and a cocky kızılay escort grin.“Damn you,” I said.He began rubbing it against my silky floral-print skirt.“You’ll make a mess,” I whined. “I’ve got a class next period.”“Shh,” he said.I looked to the side where part of the wall was a mirror. I watched him reach for the hem of my skirt and hoist it up, revealing more of my leather brown boots, then my bare legs, and then my black boy shorts, which he immediately started clawing at.“Jerry!”I looked at him and he grinned and kissed me. I looked back at the mirror to see my underwear peeled down to my knees. He stretched them over my boots but needed my help.“Oh, fuck it,” I relented, lifting a foot at a time so he could get the boy shorts off. I held the edge of the lectern and squatted a little, while he massaged his cock into me.“God, I miss this pussy,” he exclaimed as he entered.“This pussy?” I asked between gasps.“My only pussy,” he admitted in a groan, before pushing it in, making me yelp.“Oh, shitty, shit, shit, is that door locked?” I asked, already breathless.

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