The Inappropriate School

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: age_gap, blackmail, cheerleader, cowgirl, dirty_talk,
female_orgasm, office_sex, public_sex, school_girl, teacher_sex

https://www.literotica.com/s/the-inappropriate-school


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The Inappropriate School

Becka sat patiently at her desk as the rest of the classroom poured
into the hallway like wildebeest following their instincts to the
watering hole, only it was final period, so the buses and student
parking lot was where they were headed. Becca, on the other hand, had
more important priorities than going home.

Sliding her notebook into her light blue backpack, she took her time
zipping her bag up until all the students had left her English
classroom. Mr. Probst was at the front of the classroom wiping down the
white board with his dry eraser. Becka knew most girls could overlook
Mr. Probst as being too /nice guy/ looking. He was articulate, always
wore tucked in and ironed shirts, and wore glasses most days instead of
contacts. He was also quite the polite man. Even on the days when Becka
and other high school girls came to school dressed like complete sluts
and knowing they were running the risk of having one of the moody old
hags of the female teacher lot send them home or force them to where
the 'communal hoody and sweat pants,' Mr. Probst wouldn't look down at
Becka's cleavage or up her short skirt as she bent over purposefully by
him.

It was to the point that it had been a challenge for her to get him to
look, but she settled for a modest victory when she was able to just
make him blush unstoppably and often. Today, however, Becka needed Mr.
Probst to do much more than just blush.

"Mr. Probst, can I talk to you a sec?" Becka asked meekly and
innocently enough.

Mr. Probst turned around surprised someone was still in the classroom
and even more surprised at who it was. He smiled and set the eraser
down on his desk, "of course, Becka, what's up?"

"Well, you see, its about my grades," Becka said as she stepped around
the column of desk slowly. Her black heeled boots made her two inches
taller than the 5'6 she was. "The end of the school year is coming up
and I looked at the assignments left. Even if I ace every assignment it
looks like I can't pass this class."

Mr. Probst stepped around his desk and half sat on it as he frowned. He
nodded his head as he looked down, but Becka noticed his eyes stopping
a moment on her line of cleavage her push up bra created. She was 18
years old as of two weeks ago, and comfortable with her body in many
ways. Being a fit cheerleader with a slender figure and athletic body
was desirable, but Becka had always wished her breasts were just a
little bit bigger. Her cherry lipstick and bombshell blonde hair would
have to make up for her lack in curves.

"Yeah, yeah, I definitely understand," Mr. Probst said solemnly.
"That's why I was pushing you so hard before winter break to get the
paper in. I didn't want you to be in this position."

"I know, I know, ugh," Becka huffed as she crossed her arms and leaned
on the student's desk in front of him. "I'm so stupid. I should have
listened to you."

"Hey, no, you're not stupid," Mr. Probst reached out and put his hand
on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Becka could help herself. She
felt a warm tingling sensation prickle down her arms and body all the
way to her sex where her lips wetted under her blue panties.

While Mr. Probst on the surface definitely had a /nice guy /vibe to
him, for the girls who were in his class for more than one year, like
Becka, they could easily find his attractive qualities. His square jaw
and thick auburn hair. When he touched Becka's arm she felt his big
masculine hands and saw his broad shoulders. Becka had overheard some
of the football guys talk about how Mr. Probst went the school gym
everyday after school and as the jocks said, 'he could throw some
weight around.' This definitely had sprouted many fantasies where Becka
imagine Mr. Probst /throwing her around./

"Unfortunately, at this point there's not a whole lot left we can do,"
Mr. Probst continued. He quickly retreated away from Becka and behind
his desk. Sitting in his chair he leaned his head on his hand and
glanced at his computer. "There's only 4 weeks left in the semester.
Maybe, we can work something out for summer school- or..."

"What about some extra credit assignment?" Becka perked up and asked
with a bounce in her step.

"I mean, yeah, I could give you one or two EC assignments, but the
points you'd get from them wouldn't be enough to get your average up to
a C," Mr. Probst said as he adjusted his cornflake blue tie on his
chest.

"Well, here's the problem," Becka said stepping around his desk. "I'm
supposed to be graduating this year, but if I don't get a B in this
class or better, I won't be able to walk for graduation."

"Oooo, yeah, unfortunately, I definitely don't have any assignment that
can boost you that high. I'm sorry," Mr. Probst shrugged.

Becka nodded as she leaned her butt on the front side of his desk right
beside his legs. She could see him tense as her bare long, tan legs
were straight beside him. His gaze forced to follow to the top where
she strategically wore a plaid, short schoolgirl skirt to compliment
the tight white top she had on.

"Well, how about a bigger extra credit assignment?" Becka smiled
playfully at her teacher.

"Like I said, I can't give any-"

"Well if you can't think of any, how about I think of one for me to
do?" Becka interrupted. Her leg nearest Mr. Probst lifted over his legs
while she remained leaning on his desk. With her legs spread she lifted
the front of her skirt and exposed her wet spotted panties to Mr.
Probst. The shock on his face and the long stare of this older man,
nearly twice Becka's age, turned her on. The power she had. The beauty
he thought of her but could not speak. The desires he felt but could
not act on. It was such a turn on to have this control.

It was a no-loss situation in Becka's mind. If she succeeded, she would
get to hook up with a teacher she had a crush on since sophomore year
and get to graduate on time. If she was turned down she would likely
get in trouble but that didn't matter because she wouldn't see any of
her teachers or fellow students again and she'd get her GED over the
summer. But her belly was still filled with nervous butterflies. /I'm
committed now,/ she thought.

Becka stood and straddled Mr. Probst and as she leaned forward to put
her face near his, Mr. Probst began his protests. "No, no- Becka we're
not doing this-"

But Becka was already committed. Her fingers with a swift pull had
managed to unzip his khaki pants and her hand easily found Mr. Probst's
erect cock through his boxers. With a reverse grip she stroked it
several times, feeling his harden with every pull.

"Becka-" Mr. Probst said as he scooted in his chair, but Becka wouldn't
relent. She pushed her breasts into her teacher's face as she managed
to pull his boxers down over his shaft. With a proper grip she began to
pump his hard, mature cock with her hand. Mr. Probst halfhearted
struggled for a moment. She felt how strong he was. with a push he
could easily fling her off if he wished... but he didn't. With every
stroke of his shaft the fight left his body.

Becka's lips parted as she began to pant. Her hips were pressed forward
against Mr. Probst's stomach as she straddled the man in his chair,
stroking his cock behind her ass cheeks. It wasn't a hard grind, but
with how aroused she was in the moment, the feel of her spread clit
rubbing against his hard abs sent crashing waves splashing over Becka's
thoughts.

With a flick of her neck she whipped her blonde hair out of Mr.
Probst's face and over the side her neck. Mr. Probst took off his
glasses and set them on the table. The final sign of commitment as
Becka lowered her lips down onto his. She moaned into him as she felt
the grooves of his pectoral and shoulder muscles. She felt the
slickness of his pre-cum on the palm of her hand as their tongues
lapped each other.

Her cheeks were flushed red, she knew, by the time she pulled her wet
panties to the side and lined his long shaft up with her tight pussy.
When she lowered herself down on him Becka broke the kiss to cry out,
but luckily had the wherewithal to clap her tiny hand over her mouth.
The scream was muffled as her teacher's cock stretched her pussy lips
and filled her up as she slid down on him slowly.

Becka heard him groan quietly and saw his eyes roll back when she bit
her lip and squeezed herself on his shaft. /He's in heaven... /raising
her pussy up a small amount, she'd quickly slip down even further. Over
and over again she fucked his cock slowly, until she finally managed to
get the whole thing inside her. The feeling made her eyes want to roll
backwards. Her pussy was stretched to the limit on this /real /man's
cock. She couldn't take it anymore, she needed more. She wanted this to
never end.

To her surprise, Mr. Probst pulled her shirt down at her breasts which
made the fabric /snap/ as it stretched. Becka stopped caring about her
shirt as soon as her perky breasts had been pulled from her bra and
shirt and had fallen into Mr. Probst's mouth. He tongued her nipple.
Flicking back and forth over and over as she combed her fingers through
his hair, holding her lips to her chest. Her pussy raised and lowered
slowly on his shaft. The slow riding motion conjoined with the over
stimulation of her nipples by her teacher became too much for Becka too
quickly.

Before she even knew it was happening, she felt her pussy beginning to
seize on Mr. Probst's cock. Her thighs were quivering, her mouth hung
open in shock as the orgasm took control of her. Both her hands smacked
over her mouth and her teeth dug into the meat of her hand. Becka did
all she could do to keep from screaming as she came hard on her
teacher's cock.

"Oohhmmygahdd..." her muffled moan leaked between her fingers.

It took a moment of her arms, legs, and body slumped in Mr. Probst's
chest before Becka realized Mr. Probst's hard cock was still flexed
inside her. Becka climbed off of her teacher, slowly lifting off of
him. The chair they were on had slid into the corner of the room with
the back braced against the two walls. Mr. Probst was careful not to
touch her, as if he needed to convince himself that he was not the one
forcing her to do this or keeper her here.

Once on her feet, she turned, and Mr. Probst must have thought she was
moving to leave because he tried to put away his massive erection.
After pulling my once light blue, but now soaked and dark blue panties
down my legs and onto the floor, I quickly stopped his futile attempt
to put his cock away.

Facing away from him, she flipped the rear of her skirt up and lowered
her pussy back down on his throbbing shaft. Becka's eyes twitching
backwards as the familiar feeling of him filling her up overtook her.
Now with more leverage she began to bounce her pussy down on his cock
hard and at a steady pace.

"Ugh!" Mr. Probst let a grunt loose that nearly made Becka cum, again,
it was so sexy. She reached behind her to find the arm of the chair or
his knee to steady herself on but to her surprise Mr. Probst snatched
up her wrist and bent her arm behind her back. His other hand gripped
waist band of her plaid skirt and used the two points of contact as
leverage as he thrusted up inside her. The pressure was immense and
unbelievable.

"Oh god..." Becka cried through gritted teeth. The sound of her wet
pussy smacking down on his hard cock made a /clapping /sound that
filled the room. She squinted through wincing eyes at the classroom
door that was still open. Even though the room was at the end of a
dead-end hall, any eyes could peer inside and see her tits spilling out
the front of her shirt as she rode her teacher's cock hard.

Becka bit her lip as she lost her breath as a second orgasm struck her
as Mr. Probst fucked her from behind just like she always fantasized
about. A sudden push from her backside and Becka was lifted off of Mr.
Probst's cock as she stumbled backwards into his lap. Her teacher's
cock throbbed between her thighs as it flexed and suddenly spurted hot
cum on her inner thigh and skirt. Mr. Probst's hands cupped Becka's
breasts roughly but slowly became gentler as his cock began to relax.

After a moment passed, Becka stood on wiry legs as Mr. Probst quickly
began to zip up his pants and clean himself off. The look of worry
showing on his face. With a sweaty brow, messy hair, and flushed
cheeked, Becka smiled and drunkenly snatched her wet panties from the
floor. Tossing them onto his desk in front of him she walked to the
doorway and stopped.

"Thanks for the B, Mr. Probst," Becka said with a wink to her teacher
before walking out.

Story Tags: age%20gap; blackmail; cheerleader; cowgirl; dirty%20talk;
female%20orgasm; office%20sex; public%20sex; school%20girl;
teacher%20sex

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