Andrew Lake Part 1 (Repost 2) – My Kinky Chemistry Teacher.

My eyes hurt from staring at the small screen all night, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I had been watching porn for what felt like ages, stroking myself to women on the internet doing unimaginable things to one another. I felt like a sick pervert inside, but I was far too busy to concern myself with such guilt. It seemed, however, that tonight I found less interest in the fake women on the screen. I had grown tired of pleasuring myself to imaginary people I would never meet. Then, I noticed a flashing banner at the top of the screen.

My name is Andrew Lake. I am a junior at Brickton High School, even though I just turned 18 last month. I don’t consider myself unhappy, just a little out of place. I’m a smart kid, but I’m not the brightest bulb in terms of social interaction. I only had a few friends, all of which in similar situations as me, and not a single girlfriend throughout my school career. Hense, my porn addiction. Romantic relationships aside, I had a pretty decent life, just not a perfect one. My life was, however, about to take a good turn.

In bright flashing letters, an advertisement read, “Talk to women as horny as you! For free!” and at first I gave it no consideration. I had seen advertisements like this countless times, all intended to draw in lonely guys such as myself, give them a free trial, and then slam them with a bill if they want to continue using the site. If that were not bad enough, the women were usually no more appealing than the male clientele. After a few seconds, however, I looked back at the ad. My current desire to talk to a real person got the better of me, and I clicked twice. I stylish home page came up, with a small selection of online females at the bottom. Most of the accounts had no profile picture, and those that did obviously had stolen photographs of porn stars. I sickened myself, but at the same time I was intrigued. I clicked the “sign up” button at the top of the page, and was surprised to find that the advertisement had been true, and there was no box asking for my credit card number.

After I had registered under my usual porn username and email, I was given a list of choices of people to talk to. I absentmindedly clicked on a random profile, and soon I found myself in a chat window. Before long a red, “Hello” popped up on screen, and I mimicked the greeting.

atomicpussy92: Hello

Drakeman314: Hello

atomicpussy92: How are you? 😉

I had to laugh at the username, but then realized that mine was pretty lame. I continued.

Drakeman314: I’m fine how about you?

atomicpussy92: I’m great. Tell me about yourself.

Drakeman314: I have brown hair, blue eyes, and I’m 6′ tall.

atomicpussy92: Any other dimensions? 😉

I thought about lying but decided to not bother.

Drakeman314: 6″

atomicpussy92: I’m blonde, brown eyes, 5′ 8″, DD tits

Drakeman314: How old are you?

atomicpussy92: 30

I froze for a second. Should I be having this conversation with a woman 12 years my senior? I decided I didn’t care and moved on.

Drakeman314: I’m 18

Now there was a pause, and I was almost sure she was going to leave the chat when another message popped up.

atomicpussy92: Ok.

After that we talked some more, telling the occasional dirty comment or sexy secret. I learned her name was Kate, she was a teacher, and she was almost as perverted as I was. She seemed to get a thrill from sharing all of this information with a complete stranger, and I wondered if I felt the same. After some time, Kate said she had to go to bed, we then swapped phone numbers and logged off. As I closed my eyes, I felt content with my perversion for the first time in my life.

The next morning was a rude awakening, I had been up until 2:00 AM, and my body was not forgiving. I slept through my first two hours, and I was well rested by the time I made my way to my third hour. I stepped in the door to my Chemistry class just as the bell rang, and I quickly found my seat. Now chemistry was the bane of my existence. No matter what I tried I could not comprehend the subject. Regardless, I did my best to concentrate as class began. My teacher Mrs. Philips stood at the front of the classroom and cleared her throat, and soon everyone fell silent. The lesson dragged on, and soon we were handed and assignment and given time to work. I looked at the gibberish written on my paper and sighed. Just then, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a message Kate had sent me.

“Hey you :)” it read.

“Hey. I’m in class, what’s up :)”

“Me too. No rule that says teachers cant use phones haha”

“Haha”

After the last message sent, I thought I heard a buzzing noise, and I looked around. None of my classmates were using their phones. I shrugged and turned back to my phone.

“What class are you in?” she asked.

“Chemistry. My worst subject :/”

“No way! I teach Chemistry. I’ll tutor you sometime haha”

I laughed at the coincidence.

“I’d appreciate it haha”

I heard the buzz go off again, and I was about to return to my own phone when I saw something that made me start to think. My teacher Mrs. Philips was sitting at her desk. Texting. I did a double take as I watched her type something into the keyboard, only to have my phone go off a second later. I began to panic. Was I sexting with my teacher?! What the hell was wrong with me? No, I’m not sure its her yet, it could be a coincidence. But it all fits! Thoughts raced through my head, I had to be sure. I pulled up the school’s website and clicked the “Staff” icon, sifting through the photos. I stopped when I found my chemistry teacher. “Kate Philips” it read. My heart pounded in my chest, this was too much of a coincidence. I needed one more piece of evidence to be sure. I opened my phone and typed a quick message.

“What is your last name?”

I waited impatiently for an answer, fidgeting in my seat in a cold sweat.

“Philips. Why?”

My jaw dropped. I looked up at my teacher. It was her, no doubt, who I had had an intimate conversation with. I found myself studying my teacher. She was blonde and had brown eyes, but she lacked the DD’s she spoke of, in their place was what I guessed was a modest B, but I wasn’t really disappointed by that. She wore a dull gold wedding ring on her right hand, which made my jaw fall further. She looked young for her age, and I couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was when I was looking at her other than as my teacher. It wasn’t long before I realized I was checking her out, I was ogling my chemistry teacher! I grew a little stiff at the thoughts of our conversation the previous night, and I was shocked at how aroused this situation was getting me. I had to tell her. I returned to my phone.

“You work at Brickton High School don’t you?” I asked. At the front of the class I saw her sit straight up, a panicked look on her face. She frantically typed into her phone.

“How the hell do you know that?! Who are you?” She looked angry, and I felt bad for scaring her.

“I’m one of your students.” I said. She stared at the phone, and then looked out into the class, she scanned the room until she finally looked at me. Our eyes locked, and her face turned a bright crimson.

“Andrew? Andrew Lake?” she said. I didn’t answer with my phone this time, I just slowly nodded. The bell rang, jolting both of us from our trance, and the rest of the class gathered their things and headed to lunch.
“Andrew, could you stay after class please?” Mrs. Philips asked, her voice quiet, and soft. I nodded, and we both waited until everyone had left. Once the door had closed she stood, walking over to me and sitting down in the desk in front of mine. She straddled the chair, her legs spread as she began to speak.

“So you were the one I talked to last night? Drakeman314 was it?” Her eyes looked concerned and aroused at the same time.

“It was me.” I said “And you were atomicpussy92?” I couldn’t help but giggle at the name once more, and her face turned crimson again.

“Well, umm…” Her voice trailed off for a second. “Obviously I wasn’t totally honest about everything…” She blushed again as she looked down at her boobs.

“That doesn’t matter to me” I said, and I saw her eyes brighten for a moment. “What does matter is that I know you, and on top of that you are my teacher.”

Her eyes saddened again “Yes I understand, I have no right to pursue one of my students. I apologize…” Her voice trailed off again.

“Sorry?” I asked, confused. “I thought you would be mad at me.”

“Of course not! You’re young, you have the right to do whatever you want.” She said. “I just didn’t think you’d be interested in a girl like me…” She blushed again, and I felt myself grow more aroused.

“That’s not it at all, I think you’re gorgeous!” I realized my words about two seconds after I had already spoken, and now it was my turn to blush.

She lifted her head, “You think so? Really?” I nodded meekly, and she just blushed again, afterwards looking up at me and beaming. She bit her lip. “You’re not so bad yourself” A dirty smile came across her face, and I could feel the same smile growing on me. I was now fully hard, what with my chemistry teacher blushing and biting her lip in front of me.

“So, what do we do now then?” I asked, unsure of where the situation would go.

“Well,” she said, smirking, “I know what I want to do, and from the looks of it you agree with me” She motioned downward, and I looked down to see the massive bulge in my pants. I blushed again, but she merely stood, and took my hand. “Follow me” she said, and I was slowly led into her office. The door shut behind us. and she sat me down in a chair in front of her desk. She hoisted herself up on top of her desk, her legs crossed and eyes fixed on me. Slowly, and without breaking her gaze, she reached up and began to undo her blouse. I watched as each button was undone, and with each undone, more of her soft skin was revealed. soon the blouse fell away, exposing her bra. It was black, nothing fancy, but still the most attractive thing I had ever seen. That trophy was soon taken by her panties, however, as she then spread her legs and slid off the skirt she had been wearing. It was the same black as the bra, and I shivered at the thought of what lie beneath.

I sat motionless in the chair, my bulge still quite visible. She walked towards me, slowly parting her legs and sitting down in my lap. I felt her warmth on my crotch, and I gasped at its intensity. There was also wetness, as I felt the liquid drip onto my jeans. her hands moved upward, resting on her tits, massaging them and jiggling them for me. I was on cloud nine, and we hadn’t even started yet. Suddenly my hand moved of its own accord, and I reached around to fumble with the strap. She was surprised by my sudden movement, but did nothing to stop me as I attempted to free her breasts from the fabric. What she did do was help me, after I was unable to unhook the damn thing after 2 minutes. She reached back and unhooked it in one swift motion, and the bra fell. I stared in awe at her perky boobs, for what they lacked in size they made up for in..well..perfection. The look in my eyes, plus my difficulty with her bra must have clued her in, because she soon lifted my chin to look at me.

“Is this your first time Andrew?” she asked. I hesitated, but decided that there would be no use in lying. I nodded, and she smiled and bit her lip again. “I’ll make this special then” she finally said, and she lifted my shirt off of my body. She then got up from her seat, her pussy taking the warmth with her, and she slowly kneeled down, positioning herself between my legs. Her hand came up and squeezed the bulge through the denim, making me groan. She smiled again, and now began to unbutton and unzip me. Eventually my jeans were pulled to my ankles, leaving only my boxers between the hungry eyes of my chemistry teacher, and my waiting hard-on. Slowly, the boxers were removed, and my cock stood straight up at attention. She blushed slightly at the sight of it, and soon moved close, I could feel her warm breath on my hard dick.

She took it up in her hand, and I marveled at the feeling of another hand on my cock. She began to stroke gently, and I felt her soft hand move up and down my shaft, I gripped at the edge of the chair, unable to stay still at the intense pleasure I was feeling. It was only the beginning. A few minutes of stroking followed, and then she stopped. She stared at the hard rod in her hand, licking her lips. I watched in awe as she slowly leaned over, her tongue tentatively reaching out and licking the tip. A chill ran through my body, and I groaned again. She was less tentative with what followed. Without warning, she crammed my cock into her mouth taking it entirely before pulling back and repeating the process. I almost yelled out loud, barely stopping myself. I felt her tight lips move up and down my shaft, and the head of my dick rub against her throat. I was being deepthroated by my chemistry teacher, and I loved every second. She varied her pace, never settling into a rhythm, which only prolonged my pleasure. I could not last forever though, and I shot her a look that told her I was getting close. She moaned understandingly, but did not stop. I felt myself reach my limit and I grabbed at her hair, not wanted for this moment to ever end. I shoved my dick deep down her throat and shot into her, but not once did she show signs of resisting. A few short spurts later I relaxed, shooting more into her mouth. Eventually my dick popped out of her mouth, shooting what was left onto her face and tits. I was panting rapidly, although my dick remained at attention. She swallowed what I had deposited into her mouth with a smile, and then she wiped the cum off of herself, licking up what remained and swallowing that too.

She then stood and turned, walking to her desk. I watched her ass sway as she did so before she turned again and hopped up onto the desk. “Now” she said, “I’m keeping you from lunch aren’t I?” She smiled, sliding her panties off of her closed legs. She kicked them away and winked. “You must be hungry” she said, and with that she spread her legs, revealing to me her shaved womanhood. I stared in awe at her pussy before she said “Eat up”. I needed no further instructions.

I all but sprinted to her, quickly kneeling into position and moving my head in, our lips locking together. She gasped at my touch, and I proceeded to lick her with vigor. I flicked my tongue as fast as it would go, eliciting small moans here and there. My hands grabbed her thighs to pull her into me, and I pressed my head firmly between her legs. Remembering my anatomy lessons and what I had read on the Internet, my mouth moved upward in search of her clit. Finding the small flap of skin just above her opening, I gave it a quick flick, feeling the flap peel back slightly and rub at the small bud beneath. Her hips bucked under me and I felt her arch her back, both of which were good signs to continue. I lapped at her consistently, feeling her squirm beneath me. My teacher was much less concerned with staying quiet than I was, screaming out loud and moaning often. I was a little worried someone might find us, but I wasn’t about to stop. I decided to expedite the situation, and I brought one of my hands below my chin, aimed right at her wet slit. I pushed in, and the loud gasp I heard told me I was ok to continue. With my combo in place, it did not take long before her fidgeting became erratic. Her voice pitched higher and higher, and when she hit her peak she actually went silent, as if her voice were to high for human ears to recognize. I slowed as she came down from her orgasm, and soon she pushed my head from her dripping pussy. She pulled me to my feet and then pulled me to her lips, kissing me passionately. The bell rang during our kiss, signaling that lunch was over. She finally broke our embrace, then looked at me quizzically.

“You said this was your worst subject correct?” I nodded, and she smiled with that devilish smile. “In that case, I think you should come in after school today for some “tutoring”. I would cherish the opportunity to teach you.” She winked, and I caught her meaning as I gathered my clothes. Once I was dressed again, she pulled me in for another kiss, her clothes still scattered about her office. “Thank you, Mrs. Philips” I said. She laughed. “Call me Kate” I nodded again, and turned to leave for my next class, knowing full well there was no way I could concentrate with the day I had ahead of me.

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