Tutoring Session

by Lunasservant1985

Chapters

He may be a rebel and he'll never be any good....but he's HER rebel.
A shower and some fantasies.
Easing lonelyness
Private Lesson

He may be a rebel and he'll never be any good....but he's HER rebel.

Author's Note

It's never clear if Ms. harshwhinny has a human surname be it in the actual mlp verse or the EQ verse so I'm giving her my own surname.

He may be a rebel and he'll never be any good....but he's HER rebel.

"Mr Sweetstuff! Could you be so kind as to take your eyes OFF the girl's gym class and join us in biology class?!" Ms. Nora Harshwhinny (formerly Mrs.) snapped at the initiative little S.O.B at the back of her classroom. He sat there thinking he was hot stuff in his crimson red leather jacket; those brown timberwolf brand boots, the tight blue jeans that hugged every contour of his lean but well kept body, those aviators hanging low over his eyes, and the motorcycle gloves with no fingers. If she wasn't scared by the emo look that seemed all over Canterlot High seven years ago, then the James Dean look wasn't going to intimidate her now.

"Well Ms. Harshwhinny, I could give you my undivided attention in a little "biology lesson" of my own, but I'm 20% sure YOU are the kinda woman that can't keep HER eyes off the girl's gym class know what I mean?" He asked with a cocky laugh and while leaning back in his seat as he spread his fingers apart before placing them over his lips and licking between them, fully cementing his insult at her. Harshwhinny was shocked; no student had ever dared fully insult her in such a crass and vulgar manner, let alone be so smug about it, as if they had gotten to her on such a deep level that they'd walk away from it scott free. If that little bastard thought she was going to be licked so easily he had another thing coming.

"Mr. Sweetstuff?" She asked reaching for the discipline cards the students would have pinned to their clothes issuing the severity of their punishments. "Do I have to send you directly to principal Celestia with a bright red card here and now, which is severe enough that it'll inform her to consider giving you saturday detention or even some suspension if need be?" Why did she ask him? Why was she giving him the chance to say no and maybe cease his behavior? The rotten little brat just called her an "Ellen;" and if she heard him right, he by all rights just sexually harassed her, Her! His FUCKING TEACHER! The little runt could be expelled or even arrested for what he just said to her. Then why was she holding back?

"No Ms. Harshwhinny; I admit that I'm being needlessly incredulous, I'm earnestly and candidly sorry." He said lowering those shades; sitting with his hands folded, locking eyes with her, and fixing a neutral if not saddened expression on his face. Either he was genuinely remorseful for what he did; or the little bastard was smarter than he lead on and knew just how to imitate emotions, and use them to manipulate people.

Then let us continue shall we?" She asked her class which through the entire ordeal had been too stunned since his comment on "a biology lesson of his own," to do much beyond stare in awe and gape their mouths at the daring display of rebellion he produced. The rest of the class time went by without much after that; the teacher never took her eyes of her student, and the student not once did he drop his gaze from her. They were locked in a battle of wits as the lecture on how in some individuals the natural scent of one's body can trigger a response in another, a primal urge to...she paused.

She suddenly felt a very uncomfortable sensation in the neither regions of her eggplant skirt, just inside the fabric of her emerald green panties. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in so long; not since that ingrate, backstabber of a husband up and left her for some younger, looser little hussy in Vegas. Why was she suddenly feeling the flesh of her aged to prime perfection womanhood tingle and tremble? She wasn't having any arousing thoughts unless...oh no not...

The bell finally rang and she sighed in relief as it did. her students packed up their belongings and made a zerg rush for the door. In her semi relief from her arousal she almost forgot. "Wait just a minute there Mr. Sweetstuff." She said just as he was about to open her classroom door and walk away. "I want you to stay after for a few with me for your behavior earlier." She said though it did little to stifle the quivering and wetness she felt; her panties getting flooded with her juicy sweetness as the flesh of her labia softly squeezed and hugged the lacy trim the corners of the white lace tickling her lips so softly but in such a way that she was afraid she would orgasm right in her office chair.

Meanwhile John couldn't believe his luck; these kinds of detentions is the best she could do? They didn't even go any official disciplinary records, he couldn't believe just how lucky he was, he had no idea how much better it could get. "Ms. Harshwhinny?" He asked a bit out of curiosity and also empathy. "Are you ok?"

"Fine John, just...feminine problems." She added hastily, the term more than enough to quiet the younger male. She looked at him in his seat, she couldn't help but imagine in her mind; those strong arms embracing her tight as his hands reached under her blouse and slipped it off her, as their lips lock in a soft, tender and passionate kiss. The kind of kiss she hadn't felt since...him. The man she once pledged her entire life too in a church all those years ago. The man who...every night in the last few years they were together; would only make love to her with the lights, and most of their night clothes on, in the same missionary position, night after night. Even when she tried everything from role playing as a naughty girl in need of a good spanking, to even buying ennemas and lube to try anal. He was disgusted at the idea and told her never to ask him to do something so disgusting and uncouth as that, ever again!

John noticed his bio teacher hastily scribbling something on a strip of yellow paper and slowly getting up out of her chair, she slowly made her way across the desks only to back off. "Did you want something? or are you just stretching your...long, shapely, and....your legs!" he said in a haste realizing what he was saying about his own teacher. The fuck? Why was he complimenting Ms. Harshwhinny that way? He didn't want to admit it; but for an older teacher, she was pretty sexy. Those legs of hers WHERE pretty shapely and slender, not too mention not an inch of stubble on them. Her soft golden hair in the pomp she wore it in looked so damn soft; he could almost imagine burying his nose in it and inhaling the scent of her shampoo, he never got close enough to tell what kind she used, vanilla maybe to match the buttery golden hair.

"Just take this and go; I'm going home now and you may as well, and John?" she said a blush on her cheeks as her womanhood gave a faint scent that managed to waft through the air and into the younger male's nose. He smelled it and it made his senses flare with intrigue; he'd been around females more than enough times to know what that was.

"Yes Ms. Harshwhinny?" He said as he lowered his shades and gave his lips a noticeable lick and click of his tongue as he did.

She placed her hands on the desk and one hand on his, smiling at him sheepishly. "Please try and be good and apply yourself in my class, think you can do that for me?...tiger?" she said that last part with the air of seductress but inside she wondered how and why she ever would. It was wrong; it was immoral...but it felt so right, so devilishly devious and naughty, the thrill of being caught in the act of what she had planned to do was giving her a rush and thrill in two hours that her ex hadn't given her in two years together. The only question was, would he be willing to give her what she'd been deprived of for so long? The object of her desires both in her loveless marriage and now in her divorcee years? The touch of a man; the caress of a lover, to be worshiped as a woman again, to feel like a goddess in the throes of a blissful orgasm.

John looked down and took the note from her, as she hurried back to her desk and grabbed her handbag. Ms. Harshwhinny didn't even look at him as she rushed out the door and down the hall, she didn't even notice the science teacher wishing her goodbye and goodnight as she burst through the main doors and finally out to her car. She sat behind the wheel of her ancient green AMC gremlin. Breath in her throat and heart fluttering like a hummingbird as she fanned herself begging her hormones to calm down. She was barely able to fiddle in her purse for her car keys; hands trembling as she turned to engine over. All she could think about was her rebel taking her note seriously enough to at least do as he asked him in it. What did she have to lose?

He looked at her folded up note on the table. What could she have wanted from him? A summons to Principal Celestia for punishment? A request to report to detention again? He carefully opened up her folded yellow slip of paper, He read.

Jhon:

I can't deny this anymore, I'm on the cusp of middle age and haven't been romantically involved with anyone since that man whore I married that wouldn't open up to me even after I offered him to try....I haven't felt like a woman in so long, I need someone to love me, I need to feel a man holding me, caressing me, and doing things with me. Please you're free to do whatever you wish but all I ask is this, come to my house tonight for dinner and to talk. Nothing else unless you feel comfortable with doing it, I promise not to force anything on you but I beg you, please help a lonley woman feel loved again please John?

~~Ms. Nora Harshwhinny...~~

Love Ms. Nora Harshwhinny :heart: :heart: :heart:

He couldn't believe it; not in the slightest. Was she serious about it? What should he do? He had never felt this way about anyone save maybe the principal and vice principal before, and yet here one of the staff of his school was blatantly offering herself to him? It had to be some kind of cruel sick joke; a lesson in humility. After all; true to her name, Ms. Harshwhinny was by all accounts, a total bitch. She assigned them all dissections to do on almost whatever animal she had laying around in jars and not give two fucks if you were squeamish about doing them, she held their hands like kindergarteners whenever the conducted experiments in the chemistry class, despite most of their supplies barley being stronger than lemon juice, and most of all, she had the personality of being completely icy and frigid to her students. Just sitting there every day going on with total disinterest in them and with the impression of wanting nothing more than the day to be over as much as her students.

'But,' he thought to himself. 'What if the reason why she's so cold and bitter WAS because she hadn't been loved in so long? She was a victim of divorce; for good or for bad whether you want it or not, that process hurts. and it will always hurt especially when you can't move on from it. Maybe she isn't as bad or mean as she seems, beside play your cards right Jhonny boy and think of what you'll get. A night with a cougar on the prowl. An older woman, aged to perfection, one that had offered her HUSBAND some pretty freaky things to try out and got turned down. There's no telling what she'll offer you if all goes well.'

He decided to humor her and see her that night; and whatever happens he would stick to two rules. nothing will be forced or rushed...much, and whatever happens between, stays between them, it'll be a secret that goes to their graves. Besides, a gentleman never kisses and tells.

A shower and some fantasies.

"Home sweet home," the teacher said as she opened her front door and crossed the threshold into her studio apartment. Harshwhinny did pretty well for herself financially; the studio was decorated from most of the tips and ideas she read here and their. Her fears of becoming a lonesome spinster with like a hundred cats, hadn't come true just yet though. She had enough dignity left to keep the place from going to ruin; still kept it as nice and kempt as if she still expected that uncaring son of a bitch to come through their front door. The way he used to; he'd open it softly letting his briefcase hit the floor as his arms would fly open, she'd leap into them with gusto, and they'd kiss.

The memories came back to her as she sat on a chair; the way he held her in his arms and would passionately kiss her just to see her again after a long day, how she'd taste the dentyne gum he chewed on his breath, the way he'd run his fingers through her buttery yellow hair..."Ahhh ohhh!" she cried out looking down, in her reminiscing Harshwhinny found herself rubbing her self over the fabric of her emerald green victoria's secret's. she blushed hard as she sighed. She must have been so deprived to go around dripping wet and pleasuring herself whenever she could. "Tonight, I will feel the touch of a man again....dammit!" she said in frustration as her nethers flared up with slickness again.

She crossed the studio room and made her way to her bathroom; slipping her green panties off slowly and eroticlly even though there wasn't anyone around to enjoy it, her skirt went next, then jacket and white blouse until she stood in front of her mirror in her bra and violet heels. Harshwhinny smiled and pressed her breasts together letting out a soft moan as she did; her bosom had held up rather nicely, still quite perky and firm, even though she hadn't developed much past a modest size 16 C. Her frame had held its inverted triangular shape well, which complimented her long slender legs nicely, even though she was only just past her mid twenties, what did she have to worry about? Nora Harshwhinny placed her hands behind her underwire bra hooks and struck a sexy pose on her slender legs and and sighted lustfully as she let her bra fall away and admired her breasts in her mirror. Rubbing and softly pinching the hard nipples and areolas moaning softly as she did.

She gasped softly and stepped into the shower; Nora let out a gasp of surprise as the jet of cold water hit her buttery yellow orange skin before easing into a pleased sigh as the water warmed up. The steamy water trickled and made her locks of hair flatten out as she ran her hands through it, a copious amount of vanilla silk shampoo making it smell so good. Nora placed her left hand on her left breast and and let out more pleasured moans as she rubbed and squeezed her nipple."AHHH! yes John please be gentle, but not too gentle." she added as she squeezed her nipple harder and pinched it between her thumb and pointer. As she did so she imagined her young student lover in the shower with her; working his magic fingers on her breast and the other hand...well

As she gave her left nipple a hard pinch; she moved her right hand to soft folds of her labia. Teasing and stroking the folds of flesh, letting out louder moans of pleasure as she used two fingers to softly part the lips, a gush of her juices drizzled freely from her as she did. She bit her other lips as her thumb and forefinger pinched the little nub of her clit, a loud moan escaped her mouth as she pinched the nub harder and she licked and kissed her own breast, all the while imagining the rebellious John Sweetstuff being the skilled one doing it. She could almost hear him whispering in her ear.

"Does the bad teacher want more?" Her imagination asked her.

"Yes...she whispers back softly, It's been so damn long, I need to cum so badly." she said as two fingers pushed into her opening hard, exploring and stoking the ultra sensitive sugary walls as she tried to remember what cosmopolitan said. "Three inches inside just below where the clitoris issssss!" She let out a loud hiss as she found her own G-spot; she rubbed and stroked the soft fleshy bit for a bit before drawing her hand back, she needed more. Nora weighed her options; not the soap, no, that stuff burns like hell on the inside, same goes for the shampoo bottle if she squeezed too hard. She settled on the thick handle of her scrub brush; she took it her hand admiring it as if she held John's cock in her hands, moaning and complimenting him on his size.

"All yours Ms. Harshwhinny, think you can handle it?" He says smirking at her as she guided it to her pussy.

"That anyway to talk to your teacher young man?" She said seductively as she pressed the curved tip into her dripping; wet and well lubed snatch. The curved tip pressed down on her G-spot hard as she pumped the brush handle inside her; slowly and steadily at first. the smooth texture a bit harder than what she had imagined had entered her but sufficiently pleasant. She sped up her pleasured moans becoming loud screams as she pumped harder and faster, she used her free hand to give her juicy, bubbly rear a good spank. "Hey! I thought the teacher spanks the bad students!" She said in her fantasy.

"You've been the bad one Ms. Harshwhinny, you've been a VERY bad teacher." Her imaginary lover responded as she sped up her motions with the brush; imagining John becoming hard and merciless with his tool, as he roughly but passionately made love to her deprived womanhood. Her breath became rapid; her heart sped up as her vaginal muscles clenched and gripped the brush's smooth plastic hard. Quivering and milking the imaginary organ for every drop it was worth, as she let out her loudest moans yet and squirted on the brush. A stream of sweet; milky fluid soaking her hand and the shower floor as the water made it all go down the drain.

She pulled the handle from her with a soft sucking sound as it left her, when it did she felt sated but only just. Nora got herself nice and clean and finally left the bathroom. In her bedroom she slipped into a pair of red lacy panties; red thigh length stockings, a red lace brassiere, and her best red heels. over these she threw on a red skirt and a white blouse with a red blazer over it, forgoing her usual violet to eggplant color. Why? because red is the sexiest of the colors, and she wanted more than anything to be sexy tonight.

"Now I can only hope he..." She was interrupted by the ringing of her doorbell which made her smile and tingle softly down there. "Decides to drop in."

Easing lonelyness

She made a few final adjustments to her attire, eagerly she admired herself in the hall mirror, she wanted everything to perfect for him. As the doorbell rung off the hook for three times simultaneously. "Hold on! I'll be there in a second." She huffed and made her way to her door. "Well Nora, here goes nothing."

He stood outside her door, wondering if he made a mistake in coming here. He adjusted the bags of food he'd picked up on his way over in his hands. He wasn't expecting her to have eaten; and besides, he always felt that it's NOT a woman's job to cook for a man, it's a mutual thing that is to be shared equally. Not to mention hands as beautiful and well kept as hers deserved more than to just labor over hot stoves for lonesome dinners for one. "Ms. Harshwhinny?" He called to her inside, "I brought you...us dinner." he said just as she opened the door.

"Oh! Why John, this is...so thoughtful." She said to the big brown bags that she looked at when she first opened her door for him. He held them in his arms covering his face, but he peeked out from behind the bags and smiled at her as he did so.

"So where's the kitchen?" He asked holding his friendly smile crossing her threshold.

"Well there's not much to Casa De Harshwhinny hun, so really you can't miss it." She instructed him as she closed the door. She didn't expect much in him bringing food over; with her the most things to eat was a small salad and an activia on a good night, and some Thai takeout whenever the lonesomeness and longing really got to her. 'Probably brought over some greasy burgers from a burger stand.' She thought to herself. 'Well guess I can't blame him for it or complain, he is just a "youngster" what would he know about.' Her thoughts were interrupted as he placed the bags down on her kitchen table; from one he pulled a round plastic covered tray almost like a gelatin mold, and lifted the lid off. In doing so he revealed the tray's contents to be a fresh shrimp cocktail ring with sauce.

"John? Shrimp cocktail?" She said her eyes lighting up at the sight of such a delicacy. "I...I don't know what to say except....This surely must have cost you a bundle." She broke out into hard blushes and brushed her skirt down with a nervous giggle.

"It's no trouble at all Ms. Harshwhinny, It's the least I can do after...today, you know?" He said smiling nervously and taking the next tray from the bag; he popped the lid of it and the second tray held a cluster of oysters on the half shell over a bed of ice, a few halves of lemons for squeezing, and a garnish of parsley sprigs. Harshwhinny had never taken the rambunctious and impudent young man before to have a side of finer tastes that rivaled the gourmets and connoisseurs she once dreamed of touring the world with, but was moved none the less by the notion. She was drawing ever closer to the point of no return, and she didn't care.

They sat and ate in near silence for a bit, before she felt the need to break the icy silence. "So, I take you understand why I asked you over?" She asked with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. as she shucked the shrimp from its shell almost...enticingly with just her lips and tongue. Looking at him with soft half lidded eyes.

"Ms. Harshwhinny? I...I really am sorry about how I was this afternoon I guess I just like to fuck up all the time and make a grade A ass of myself for no reason." He said as he sucked the tender watery oyster from its shell. He reached over the the cocktail ring only to have Harshwhinny's soft hand land on his; he looked up at her, she was smiling softly at him, she understood.

"I know there's good in you John, and you're not a fuck up." She said softly taking his soft but firm gripping and strong hand into her slender feminine hand. "You just need..." She paused thinking gazing at him eyes locked together, they both knew the answer.

"What about you Ms. Harshwhinny? What else do you see in me to want me over here?" He said taking his shades off and setting them down the table; his eyes shone back at her like gemstones, which ones she was too lost in them to say.

"I..I think you're a bit mischievous...maybe even devious here and there; but I know that deep down your heart's in the right place, and it always will be." She said inching her face to his slowly and closing her eyes just a bit, before her lips collided not with his own, but his hand. He had placed in front of her! Blocking her advances? Why? Playing hard to get?...or second thoughts?

"Are you sure?" He asked softly planting a warm kiss on her cheek and brushing a few locks of her hair out of the way looking at her with a look of pure concern. Though many more questions went through him; What will people say if they find out? does this feel wrong to you? what if?...what if i get you? He was just about to ask that very question when she raised a hand of her own.

"Whatever happens...I won't have any paternity done; nor will I make you pay anything, I think it'd better that way to be honest, I'll tell them you we're a police officer or a firefighter that died in the line of duty and I couldn't bear to keep your old things." She didn't tell him about the bottle of plan B pills she had bought on the way home and had patiently waiting in her medicine cabinet. She leaned in again, he didn't stop her this time.

Her lips slowly pressed against his; he didn't open his mouth up for her, possibly to see if she would make that move first. She giggled like one of her own schoolgirls and blushed as she allowed the younger; strapping male leeway into her mouth, parting it ever so slightly. His slender and almost prehensile tongue picked at her teeth as her mouth opened wider and and wider, before locking and wrestling with her own. A moan escaped her; a kind she hadn't let out in so long, as his hand squeezed around the waist of her red skirt, just teasing with going under the hem to the tight red panties that were slowly getting soaked with her arousal at just being kissed and held.

He moved them back up north to her blazer; slowly undoing the buttons as their lips parted. She looked at him blushing hard as he opened her blazer up, he nuzzled the fabric of her blouse, he could feel the softness on his cheeks as the jacket hit the floor. He licked and kissed the exposed flesh of her neck giving it a soft bite every now and then, making the older woman close her eyes in bliss and gasp as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He looked up at her smiling, all worries and nervousness gone as he asked. "You ready?" as he skillfully unzipped his motorcycle boot and kicked them off, followed by his jacket, which he placed on the back of the chair. She eyed it softly admiring the crimson James Dean leather.

"leave the jacket on for me?" She asked seductively swaggering over to her couch and collapsing back onto it, her legs spreading but still kept in check by her red skirt and underwear. As she lifted her blouse over her head and lay there like a sultry vixen on the couch looking back at him in just her skirt; shoes, stockings, bra and panties.

"Only if you keep your heels and stockings on." Was his only answer.

Private Lesson

He Had his tee off and jeans around his ankles as he got close to her; as he lowered the skirt to the rug she knew most men loved to do something with the underwear, so she left it on for him. What exactly he'd do with it would determine how he'd be in bed, a more romantic approach would show a more caring lovemaker but enjoying just her undergarments a bit too much would indicate a very...open kind of male that would be open to who knows what.

She looked up and down the young man's body; He wasn't exactly a Perseus or a Tom Brady, but he was probably the best male that stood in front of her in near nakedness in ages. He had a decent balance of muscular and slim; almost like her other student Flash Century, his hands were strong but the fingers had a slender delicateness almost...feminine quality to them, made her think of the one time with Ms. Cheerilee and Mrs Lovetap*. After the divorce; they offered her shoulder to cry on with a few drinks at home, sangria glass after sangria glass, and one thing lead to another. They opted to keep their minds open after that little "experiment" but none of them couldn't deny the allure of how forbidden it had been. She made a mental note to tell her lady friends about this night and asking them if they'd be willing to go another round only with a male this time...maybe a few....or just him...maybe.

He teasingly placed his hands on the hem of his underwear; only to slink down onto his knees and inch his way to Ms. Harshwhinny's covered treasure, he took the red fabric into his teeth looking up at her with his soft eyes, she nodded down at him to keep going. He pulled softly and she assisted by kicking ever so delicately and gently as the red Victoria's Secret undergarments went over her shoes and dangled there in his teeth. Like a puppy with a chew toy he gave his head a soft shake so as to let them fly away without a care, she smirked down at him as her fingers ran down her belly to the edge of her inner thighs, she beckoned to him with a giggle.

He inched his face to the puffy, wet folds of flesh that made up her pussy. Many jokes had been made about it being either saggy or dried up or any number of states reserved for a barren and aged spinster. He could safely say none of those assumptions where true. Nora Harshwhinny had a nearly perfectly aged vagina; the folds were still soft and silky as they quivered and rippled ever so slightly for attention, the little bell of her clitoris just peeking out from the folds of her clitorial hood. "Time for that private biology lesson Ms. Harshwhinny." he said with a smug grin which she returned with a giggle. "Now...just off the sides here," he said softly rubbing the left and right sides of her opening. "Are the vestibule bulbs correct?" He said rubbing and poking softly knowing full well that most of the blood that courses through a female in an aroused state where pooling in there and making her lips quiver, much like the way a males does only with his on the outside as they were happening all the while to him as he teased her folds.

"Yeeee yesss!" Was all she could say as she bit a knuckle softly feeling every nerve send spikes of raw pleasure from her pelvis, up her spine to her brain. He stroked and kissed and even gently nipped the rubber soft flesh that jutted just off from her clit she decided to try and play his little game back. "Ca...can you telll meee!" she said as best as she could through her gasps for air and moans of pleasure. "Just what it is you're playing with now? Mr. Sweetstuff?" She said sucking in air as he stroked the folds of supple soft skin.

"I believe these are your labia minora folds Ms. Harshwhinny." He said kissing them as she got wetter and juicier with his actions. "not very stimulating, but they like all portions of the genitalia can be...pleasurable?" He said taking a few soft licks of the now fully blossomed flower of his teacher's pussy. She admitted that it was cheesy almost laughable nature of the whole thing, but it's not like more males could have used being more knowledgeable in the matter of the female form. Beyond what their textbooks said; it had been worse in her days at CH, the board had plastered the anatomy charts and diagrams with golden stickers that had "For your protection" written on them. No wonder her ex had no clue how to make her feel like a woman.

"More...please John, I need it so badly." She was silenced when he kissed her vaginal lips and suckled on the warm; soft, and moist entrance as his tongue flicked out and lapped, teased, and prodded the inside of her opening. she arched her back and moaned loudly and gasped for air like a fish. He sucked the sweet and slightly tangy juices that softly leaked from her, her licked the nub of her clit and kissed it, making her collapse and scream as her pusy shook and clenched as milky white streams of juice from a full on female orgasm shot through her. She never believed herself to be a squirter; but it was becoming more evident that almost any woman with the right touch and skill could be brought to an orgasm akin to a man's.

"Ms. Harshwhinny?" He looked up at her with his lips dripping with the cum she practically drowned him in, it was less sticky and more watery than male semen, but tastier. It was less salty for one thing but still a bit musky. "Did I pass?" He asked with a chuckle as he licked his lips clean.

"Oh you passed alright Mr. Sweetstuff." She said reaching down and spreading her sensitive lips apart wide and leaning up so that even her anus was showing a bit, as she turned around and laid herself out over the side of the couch. Her hands supporting herself on the living room floor, as her legs and feet dug into the couch cushions as she lay stung over it like her jacket, the position was a bit of stretch to get into and hold, but it was worth it. "Feel like earning some extra credit?" She asked giving her hips a seductive sway.

He didn't have to be told twice as he got behind her and placed his hands on those voluptuous hips, she supported herself and bit her lip as she felt the tip of the his cock on the entrance of her womanhood; he moved his hands to just under her bosom, and gave the perky breasts a soft squeeze which made her moan softly, as he pushed the tip of his malehood inch by painstaking inch into her pussy. She sucked in air and felt him kissing the back of her neck as he hilted himself in her.

His thrusts started out softly and gentle as she held herself up, she felt like her arms were fire but the pleasure from the position was worth it, as he sped up and got more forceful. Impaling her on his meaty pole as sweat dripped from him onto her body and hers onto the couch. "OHHH YESS YESS JOHN! MORE MORE! HARDER!....I I've been alone for so long!"

The sofa rattled and shook as he bounced and pushed into her, her whole body was in a mix of the pleasure and the burning on her abdomen from being laid out over the edge of it. His balls slapped against the underside of her anus; they swelled and where getting closer to blowing inside her. "Ms..Ms. Harshwhinny? I..I can't hold out much longer."

"It's ok, my stomach muscles are burning like mad. Please cum dearie, I've had my satisfaction, now you take yours." She said smiling back at him. He threw his head back and let out loud moans and shudders as the glans of his tip, buried and hilted in the core of her cunt shot and spurt stream after stream of his semen into the base of her cervix. Exhausted he slowly pulled out of the older teacher softly. He cuddled her amidst the roughed up cushions. Her sweat cooling on her skin as she rested against his body. He ran his finger through her hair as he held her around the waist, their naked bodies softly laying in unison as their hearts slowed back down to normal rates. He gave the sore muscles of her abdomen a little rub and massage to soothe the pain from putting all that pressure on them.

He buried his nose in her hair softly and took a loving whiff of the shampoo; just as he guessed, vanilla. "Ms. Harshwhinny?" He asked her as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep against him. lovingly stroking her hair and rubbing her sore belly.

"Yes dear pupil of mine?" She asked dreamily as the pleasure gave away to a peaceful sleep.

"Was it everything you ever wanted in a lover?"

"Yes...and a whole damn more, thank you....my love." He wasn't disturbed by that at all, all that mattered was her, and keeping the lovely, and beautiful woman ontop of him happy.

Before she drifted off to a peacful; satisfied and restful sleep, she thought about the pills in the cabinet. She had Seventy-two hours, She knew she would make the right choice.

:heart: END

Author's Note

*Button's mom