For all I know, I’ve always  been able to do it, but I was six years old the first time I remember it happening.

 

My grandpa was walking with me and his dog Frank back from the park. He was a lenient old man, nice but almost negligent. More concerned with enjoying his cigar and the nice summer day than watching over his rowdy grandson chase the dog down the sidewalk. He didn’t notice when Frank ran out into the street, with me hot on his tail. A car horn wailed just as I caught up to the dog. I turned and flinched, putting my hands up in front of my face, the sedan a foot away. But nothing happened.

 

I eventually got used to the feeling, but it was jarring that first time. I almost puked as I looked around. The world was silent, immobile, completely dead. The car was frozen, Frank inches from its bumper. The man in the car still holding down the horn, but no sound. My grandpa had just looked up and realized what was about to happen, a shocked look frozen onto his face.

 

I grabbed Frank, and took a few steps away from the car. The dog was a bit lighter, but otherwise felt the same. I set him down on the grass, and a moment later the world rushed back into motion again.

 

I’ll never forget the way my grandpa looked at me that day. He saw his grandson and dog about to be hit, and then they moved. He never talked about it, probably just thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. But he never quite looked at me the same again.

 

I was cautious after that. Careful to put things roughly back where they were before starting time again. Even if people saw me suddenly move, as long as it wasn’t very far, they figured they imagined it. I walked around freely. Some things still working like normal. Gravity. Light. Even people’s bodies to an extent. I think because I wanted  them to. But everything else, just frozen in place. I could mess with things, move things around easily. However I wanted. And when I started time again, people usually just passed little differences off as their imagination or a weird feeling.

 

I never found out how  it happens, but over the years I learned to control it. At first it only happened when I was in a life or death situation. But if I concentrated, really willed  myself, I could stop time. For as long as I wanted.

 

I abused my powers so much over the years that I learned to pace myself to avoid getting too burnt out, too spoiled. And I learned that starting and stopping repeatedly, or even stopping for any extended amount of time, left me exhausted afterward. Plus, I was always cautious of getting seen. I didn’t want to freak anyone out, traumatize them with the sight of something suddenly moving or blinking in or out of existence. So in general, I used my power sparingly, only when I needed it.

 

But it gave me an easy life. Got me out of countless situations. A cheat code to get exactly what I wanted. Later in life, it made me twisted, perverse. Or maybe I always was. I made a ton of money from gambling on fights. I could stop time and mess with a fighter, making them lose. I even caused the greatest upset in the history of women’s mixed martial arts, betting on the underdog and… distracting  her opponent. 

 

It’s easy to see how I became so corrupt, so depraved. With nothing off limits, I gave in to my darkest desires. Anything I really wanted, if I concentrated hard enough, I could stop time and obtain it. Which usually just meant one thing. Any woman. Mine to explore.

 

These are first-person accounts from my life.

 

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Another morning that seems to never end. Sometimes I wish I had the ability to speed things up, rather than just stop time. Stupid uncomfortable chair. Elbows getting sore from resting on my desk. And the teacher drones on and on about the anatomy of a frog. I just don’t care. I stare at the clock on the wall straight ahead. Tick. God it’s so slow. Tick. Fuuuck.

 

I’m at the back of the room, trying to hide from the teacher’s line of sight so she doesn't call on me. She always yells at people. I mean, I know she just wants us to pay attention. But she’s such a bitch about it.

 

She’s a new teacher. This is her second week. Mrs. B. Karen Berzinski. Yep, she’s actually a Karen. And she fits the stereotype most days too. Condescending. Stick up her ass. Uptight and unlikable. And while she acts like a know-it-all, she really doesn’t. Which makes it even harder to respect her. She mispronounces the word pronunciation, saying pro-noun-ciation. And said something about Darwin I know is false, even though it’s her area of expertise supposedly.

 

But she is  fun to look at. A MILF in her mid 30s. Tall, curvy body. Long, wavy dark hair, so shiny and high-class, swirling in waves down past her shoulders. Always wears such classy, expensive clothes from her lawyer husband.

 

Like today, a tight white sleeveless shirt, dressy but sexy, showing off her tan arms. At least five  different shiny bracelets. A giant diamond ring. Sparkly, dangling earrings. Nice white nail polish. Dark gray dress slacks, so snug against her plump ass. That fucking  ass, accentuated even more by her high heels. Expensive suede shoes, which can’t even be that comfortable. Their only purpose to make her look good.

 

She must know how she looks. Must know her tight pants ride up her crack a bit. Every time she turns to the smart-board screen on the wall, she tortures a room full of horny high school seniors.

 

“Hellooo, what’s the answer?” She’s making eye contact with me! Shit I didn’t hear her call on me! I’ve been so distracted staring at her.

 

“Sorry Miss B, I can’t remember,” Damn, the way she glares at me makes me want to shrink into my seat and die. She’s so mean.

 

“Missus. And pay more attention.” She turns and continues babbling on. Fuck she’s uptight.

 

I always try to refrain from using my powers at school. I don’t want to get seen or freak anyone out. And using it too much leaves me so exhausted afterward that it makes the rest of a school day so difficult.

 

But on days like this, it’s hard to hold back. I could so easily do whatever I want with this woman right now. Explore every inch of her. Touch and smell and taste everything. Get back at her for being such a bitch.

 

I try to pay attention for a few minutes, ignore the temptation, but I keep glancing back at her. Her breasts look so full in that shirt. Pressing tight against the fabric. She’s got two kids I think, and while she looks fit and young still, childbirth has been a bit hard on her. She looks like a woman that struggles to entirely get rid of the fat from pregnancy. Just a touch here and there. Heavier thighs rubbing together in those tight pants. A tiny bit of pudge to her stomach. Her hips nice and wide. Fuck  I can’t handle this.

 

I glance around, making sure no eyes are on me. I’m at the back of class, so I’m pretty hidden. Then I concentrate. Staring intensely at the clock on the wall helps me use my power.

 

I slow time to a stop, right in the middle of Mrs. B saying, “So if you look at this frrrroooooog -”

 

The hands of the clock stop. Silence. Even the hum of the AC goes quiet. The air still. Every face in the room frozen in time. My dick stirs in my pants. Already the feeling of being able to do whatever I want makes me giddy with excitement.

 

I scan the room, double checking that no one was looking my way. Then I get up and stretch. I wave my hand in front of the face of the fat girl that sits in front of me. I smile. God I love doing this.

 

I casually walk to the front of the class, my mind racing with possibilities. My eyes fixed on the teacher. She stands at the head of the class. Turned sideways, pointing up at the board. Mouth open in a funny expression, frozen mid-word.

 

She stands about my height with those high heels on. Which is kind of sexy  since I’m so used to girls being shorter than me. Maybe it’s a power move. So she can literally be looking down on people. But it makes her look so mature, motherly.

 

I immediately invade her personal space, getting my face right up in front of hers. I stand inches from her and inspect her up close. Knowing she doesn’t see me gives me the total freedom to move about however I want. It doesn’t matter if I look weird. No one sees me.

 

Her face is so pretty. Subtle makeup enhances her natural beauty. She’s got a few freckles you only notice when you’re this close. Her eyes are a nice brown. Such soft features. I never noticed how nice and cute she looks when she isn’t glaring or yelling.

 

I lean forward and sniff at her hair, her neck. Fuck, she smells amazing. A feminine scent I’ve definitely smelled before. Lavender I think. Floral. But subtle. My dick stirs in my pants, half-stiff.

 

I  reach out and touch her, feeling up and down her belly and hips. She’s so soft and squishy all over. Her personality is stern and cold, but her body couldn’t be any more different. Delicate and warm beneath her thin shirt.

 

Holding her steady by her wide hips, I lean my face in and kiss her full on the lips. Damn, they’re so smooth. She tastes so good! I stick my tongue out, invading her mouth. I feel wetness inside. The slightest taste of minty toothpaste still clings to her tongue from earlier this morning. I sigh in exasperated pleasure as I make out with my teacher in front of the class.

 

I rub my hands up and down her sides, along her curves. I kiss across her cheeks, licking my tongue out gently to taste her skin. I nuzzle my face into her hair and neck, nibbling at her ear. Little dangling earring brushing against my nose. I inhale her scent again. God I can’t get enough of this woman! I already forget how mean she is. Nothing about her is flawed in the least.

 

I hug her in a tight embrace, rubbing my hands along her lower back, down over her ass. I bury my face in the crook of her neck. So warm and inviting, her smell killing me. Her dark hair spills down around my face, enveloping me, blocking out my surroundings. I kiss down the side of her neck while my hands grasp her thick asscheeks. I squeeze hard, her juicy butt too much for my hands, spilling out through my fingers. I knead and rub her ass, licking at her neck and breathing her in.

 

My dick presses hard against my pants, poking into her crotch as I hug her tightly. I feel her breasts pressing against my chest. The padded feeling of bra cups easily felt beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. God I can’t wait to really explore every inch of her.

 

But I step back, breathing heavily, my face flushed with lust. She has a few wet spots here and there across her face and neck from where I ravaged her with my mouth. I want to see her reaction to this real quick.

 

I walk back to my desk at the back of the room. Sitting down, I make sure I have a nice view of her, and I start time again.

 

The world rushes back into motion, ambient sounds and little movements from people all bursting back to life around me. Mrs. B fumbles on her words, stopping mid-sentence and making a weird face.

 

“If you look here..” she tries to continue but stops again. Opening and closing her mouth a couple times in confusion. She turns away from the class and I see her touching at her face and neck.

 

“Sorry hold on,” she tries to play it cool, walking casually over to her desk to grab a tissue. She hides it well, facing away from us so we can’t quite see her wiping at her neck and cheek. I see her just standing there for a moment, utterly bewildered as to what she got on herself.

 

She turns back to us, looking a bit embarrassed and confused, but she continues her lesson. I smile, looking her up and down. The thought of secretly knowing what she smells like, what she tastes like. To have such power over a teacher like this. My cock is just raging under my desk.

 

I wait a minute, watching for the perfect place to begin again. Wait for it… Ok there! I concentrate and stop time again just as she raises her arm to point up at the board. A pleasant look on her face. Hip out in a sexy contrapposto stance. It’s like I took a great picture of her, captured her in the perfect little moment.

 

The world goes still, and I glance around again to make sure no one’s looking at me. Then I rush to the front of the room, my dick painfully stiff in my pants.

 

Without hesitation, I jump right back into feeling Mrs. B up and down. I rub one hand up her thigh, across her butt. My other hand reaches up and grasps her chest firmly. The slight padding of her bra is so soft under my hand. I knead and squish into it roughly, feeling the substantial heft of the breast beneath. Careful not to move her from where she stands, I massage and grope her breasts, both hands now joining in on the fun.

 

I crouch down and press my face into her chest, squishing her tits together with my hands to smother myself a bit. The warmth is unbelievable. The thin material of her sleeveless white shirt makes it easy to feel everything that lies underneath. I inhale, fucking hell  her smell is everything a woman should be. My cock throbs in my pants.

 

I pull back, panting and light-headed. I move over to her outstretched arm. She points forward at something on the board, her beautiful tan skin on full display. I move in and kiss her gently, starting at the forearm. I slowly work my way down her arm, getting more and more heated and aggressive as I go. Licking, slobbering as I reach the tender inside of her bicep. She’s soft and fleshy, not very tone. And I love it. I bite gently, engulfing her delicate skin.

 

I continue until I reach her exposed armpit. She’s perfectly shaven, but it’s still such a lewd, embarrassing spot. I crouch down and stick my face under, pushing my nose and mouth into the warm divot. The tiniest hint of stubble tickles my lips as I gently explore her, rubbing my face around slowly. Such a heat radiating from her here! The skin slightly paler than the rest of her, tender and soft. I inhale deeply. A shiver runs through me as I breathe in her scent. Deodorant, but not much. A hint of her natural musk.

 

I hold her steady around the waist with one arm, my other hand reaching up to press the top of her shoulder down, smushing her armpit onto my face. I lick and suck all over, gross sounds filling the room as I violate one of my teacher’s most private areas.

 

I can’t imagine doing this normally. Almost any woman would be so grossed out. I could never even ask. But I can be as weird as I want in this frozen moment. No one’s here to judge.

 

Still buried under her arm, I reach my hands down to explore her over her pants. Her slacks are so smooth and tight. I run my hands along every womanly curve, up and down her thighs. She stands with her legs pretty close together, her thick thighs pressed tight. One of my hands runs around the back to grasp her asscheek, my other sliding up between her warm thighs. Pressure on both sides of my hand as it intrudes higher and higher. I reach the top and slowly slide along her crotch. The heat from the pussy within drives me insane. It’s so inviting. I rub, so turned on by the thought that only some thin fabric lies between my hand and my teacher’s cunt.

 

I slide down from under her arm and kneel right in front of her, my face inches from her belly. The need to touch my throbbing cock is unbearable, so I unzip and pull it out. One hand pumping at my dick slowly, my other reaches up and around to grab her ass. I hold her steady and thrust my face straight into her crotch. I breathe in deep through my nose, then exhale and moan in ecstasy as the subtle scent from her pussy beneath her pants overwhelms me. Her floral scent mixed with an unmistakable hint of pussy. I stay here for a few ‘minutes’, breathing, rubbing around, really taking her in. Soft fapping sounds the only thing heard in the room as I pump my cock at her feet.  

 

I lean back finally, taking a breather, my face hot with excitement. I glance around the room at all the frozen students. Taking a moment to take in the fact that I currently kneel at my teacher’s feet, jerking off and smelling her pussy right in front of the whole class. Fucking unreal.

 

I stand up, my cock dripping with precum already. I alternate between sliding a hand into the crack of her thighs to rub her pussy more, to grasping and pulling at her soft shirt. Slowly working it up her torso, then back to her pussy. Back and forth, taking my time, doing exactly what I want every step of the way.

 

I start slowly lifting her shirt up, exposing her bare belly. Perfect smooth skin, tanned and sexy as expected. A tiny bit of pudginess she’s struggled to fully lose after childbirth. I love it though, it gives her such a natural down-to-earth look. Like the Japanese concept of wabi-sabi, that slight flaws actually add to beauty.

 

I bend down to kiss her belly gently. Then return to rubbing her pussy for a bit. I can’t quite tell, but her crotch almost seems to be getting hotter the more I do this. Almost a moisture to the area. Which only urges me to do it more in between working her shirt up her body.

 

Her belly fully exposed, I pull her white shirt up over her breasts, revealing her bra. Large beige cups, a classic full-figure style, meant for comfort more than looks. God damn she’s big. Such full breasts, held snugly in place. They look right for her frame, giving her a nurturing, motherly appearance.

 

I grope and squish into them with one hand, returning my other to her crotch again. I continue like this for a bit, reaching my face forward to plant kisses on her lips, cheeks, and neck. Then lower, down her collar bone and across her upper chest. Down into her cleavage. Every part of her is a soft heaven. Between her breasts, that floral scent again. I get a head rush and go a bit weak at the knees.

 

Then I realize how fast I’m rubbing my hand between her thighs, and I stop before I knock us both over in my excitement. I take a step back and admire the beauty at the front of the class. Her face is slightly flushed pink, almost a hint of perspiration on her chest. Her white shirt pushed up high over her bra. I contemplate starting time right here and now, but I know she doesn’t deserve whatever trauma that would result in. This will be a strange enough day for her as it is.  

 

I glance at her bra again and get an idea. Why not? I go to her desk and find some scissors. I return in front of her and slide them up under the strap connecting the two cups together. Cold metal sliding right between her tits.

 

I snip, and the cups fall away, breasts popping free right before my eyes. Holy fuck, her tits are incredible! Thick and full, sagging outward slightly under their own weight. Pale skin, so pure and feminine. Dark areolas, the perfect size. Puffy little nipples. Oh Jesus, they're hard! Her nipples are actually poking up at me in arousal!

 

The scissors clatter to the floor as I dive down and engulf a tit with my mouth. My face presses into her fleshy mound, indenting into the squishiness. I lick and suck at her nipple, swirling my tongue around, ravaging her. The nipple seems to stiffen a bit more under my assault. I reach down to tug at my hard cock again, then switch my mouth to her other breast to do the same.

 

Up close I can see tiny little blue veins webbing across her pale flesh. I bite into her aggressively, tugging at her nipple and then slobbering all across her large breast.

 

I move across again, licking down into her cleavage and then back up across to the other tit. I squeeze them together and rub back and forth, fuck this is insane!

 

I lift off of them for a moment to really take in the sight. Breathing heavily and stroking my dick, lost in total lust.

 

Then I crouch down lower and nuzzle my face up and down her breasts, rubbing and digging my way to the crease underneath. The heat under them is so enticing. It beckons me and I smell and lick at the salty skin underneath her boobs. A hint of sour sweat, this place never sees the light of day. Tits always slightly sagging down. The skin is so delicate and hot.

 

I lick back up into her cleavage again and return to her nipples, suckling at them feverishly. One hand pumping along my cock, the other rubbing into the crack of her thighs, massaging her pussy over her pants. I could cum right here and now if I’m not careful.

 

I break my mouth away from her tit with a loud POP! I reach down and grab the scissors again and snip the remaining straps of her bra, freeing it completely. Then I slide my teacher’s shirt back down over her tits. You can see her nipples sticking up against the fabric, and her boobs sag lewdly in her top. I give them one last squeeze through her shirt and then make sure she’s as much back into her original position as possible.

 

I force myself to return to my desk, putting my cock away painfully and stuffing my teachers ruined bra into my book bag. I sit and make myself calm down a bit. I now see Mrs. B from the angle of the students, and the sight is so hot. Her face is pink and flustered. The slightest sheen of sweat on her neck and arms. And her chest just looks so sexy. It’s not entirely obvious at first, but looking closely you can easily see she has no bra on, nipples poking up slightly.  She looks so much more natural. This is how she should come to class every day.

 

I let go of my grip on time and feel the familiar rush as everything erupts back to life. Mrs. B stumbles, her legs almost giving out under her. She lets out a yelp, totally loses track of what she was saying, and cups her hands over her mouth.

 

Some whispering is heard throughout the room, and a girl in the front row asks, “Are you ok Mrs. B?”

 

The teacher looks shocked and confused, her face so cute and pink. I see her glance down and shift her thighs a bit. She’s clearly aroused, all the rubbing I did, all the stimulation, hitting her suddenly all at once. Then she finally registers the girl’s question, glancing up and waving her hand, trying to play it off as nothing.

 

“I’m fine. I just need to sit down. Holly, can you please read chapter 2 out loud for a few minutes?” Her voice cracks. Not the stern mean voice she normally has. A husky, heated voice. This must be how she sounds during sex!

 

The girl starts reading as Mrs. B gingerly walks over to her desk. I notice her tits hanging loosely in her shirt, my dick throbbing under my desk. She doesn’t seem to notice her bra is missing yet!

 

She sits at her desk and fans herself with her hand, trying desperately to gather herself, trying to ignore all the students staring at her throughout the room. She pulls at the collar of her shirt, adjusting herself subtly. And then she makes a slight surprised expression. She notices! Sinking into her seat a bit, crossing her arms in front of her chest to cover up, she pretends to be listening intently to the girl reading aloud. But her eyes are clearly scanning the air, her mind racing. She’s trying to figure out how she could have possibly forgotten to wear a bra this morning.

 

I shift, my cock uncomfortably erect in my pants. Ok, I need to get back in there. I focus on the clock again and stop time. Everything goes silent and I burst out laughing, my voice echoing in the the frozen room. I get up, immediately unleashing my cock again to relieve the pressure. I absentmindedly stroke it as I casually stroll back to the front of the classroom.

 

I walk around behind her desk and stroke her hair lovingly. Her face is so cute, all hot and bothered, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I stand behind her chair, grip a fistful of hair, and pull her head back so her face looks directly up at me. Her head resting on the high back of the chair. Then I lean down and make out with her aggressively. Stroking my cock the whole time. My other hand reaches around and grabs a tit, kneading and playing with it firmly. I own her body. My mean teacher is helplessly dominated by her student.

 

I glance at her desk. There’s not much on it. She’s so neat and orderly. I walk over and sit down right in front of her on the desk, facing her. I reach forward and pull her closer, bending her forward a bit in her chair, tilting her head down. My cock is inches from my teacher’s face.

 

I open her mouth and shove her head down, forcing her to engulf my cock. I feel her soft wet tongue slide along the underside of my dick. Then my tip hits the back of her throat. I grasp her beautiful dark hair with both hands, fingers digging into her head. I sigh, the feeling is so amazing. It’s loose, no movement or interaction from her. But just the action, just the taboo of burying my cock straight into my teacher’s face against her will makes my dick pulse and twitch inside her mouth.

 

I slowly push my hands down, feeling my tip penetrate into her throat. No gag reflex, so resistance allows me to slide in with ease. It’s tight, but her throat opens up, forming to my cock. I bottom out, pushing her head all the way down in my lap as I sit on her desk. Her nose pokes into my pubes. A gross squelching sound comes from her face as air is forced out awkwardly. Fuck this is amazing!

 

I hold there a second. I listen. Nope, she’s definitely not bitching at me now. Not yelling. I smile, lifting Mrs. B’s head slowly up, her wet throat sliding up my cock. Then I shove back down, plunging back in. Up and down, up and down, masturbating with my teacher’s sweet head. Sticky wet sounds as her spit is churned around on the inside.

 

I talk out loud between heavy breaths, “This is such a better way to use your mouth, Miss B! Fuck. You sound so much smarter like this too,” It’s a lie, she doesn’t.  

 

I’m careful not to take things too far, not to actually harm her. But I can’t help but fuck her face nice and hard. The amount of times this mouth has bitched at us, annoyed us. And now look at her. Sweet revenge.

 

GULK GULK GULK!  Oh my god what a fucking sound. I pump her head up and down onto my lap, drool streaming down the base of my cock. I can’t even imagine such a classy lady like her doing this in real life.

 

I thrust down one more time and hold. Really feeling her throat fully enveloping my entire length. I throb within her gullet, so close to cumming. But I fight off the feeling. Not yet dude. Hold yourself together.

 

I lift her head up slowly, savoring the feeling of her throat sliding up and releasing my cock. I pull her all the way off, a nasty string of spit still connecting us, my cock completely soaked in her drool.

 

Her eyes still have the same confused look she had when I stopped time. Her mouth stretched open in an ‘O’ shape.

 

I kiss her lovingly on the forehead, “Sorry Miss B. Had to do it.”

 

I stand and push her back in her seat again. I grab a handful of her hair and use it to wipe all her spit off my dick, “Oops, oh that’s pretty gross isn’t it. Yikes.” Um, shit I hope this isn’t too much for her. I guess we’ll find out.

 

I turn and accidentally knock a little container of pens off her desk. In the habit of always returning things to how they were, I start collecting them off the floor. One went under her desk and I crawl under to get it. I turn to crawl out and see my teacher’s crotch straight in front of me.

 

“Oh fucking hell, look at that.” I grab her legs and roll her chair closer to me. From underneath her desk, I dive head first between her knees, burying my face into her crotch. I slide along her tight pants, so warm and motherly.

 

Light is blocked out as I’m enveloped under her desk. I wiggle my shoulders up under the crook of her knees, my chin resting on her seat, my face pressing into her pussy. I inhale deeply, smelling her once again through her slacks. Damn  that’s amazing! Her scent is so much stronger than it was before. She really is getting turned on from all the attention. The air is so stuffy under here. Her musk wafting all around me. I lick at the fabric. Hardly anything lies between my tongue and my teacher’s cunt.

 

I enjoy myself for a bit, rubbing and licking. Wondering what would happen if I just started time right now. Would she still try to play it cool? Pretend nothing’s happening while her student licks her pussy under her desk. But I can’t risk it.  

 

What I can do is this. I push her chair back and stand up. I grab under her arms and lift her up, facing her toward her desk and bending her over it. Her face laying on its side, tits and belly flat out on the desk. Ass bent over right in front of me.

 

What a sight! I massage her back with one hand and spank her thick butt with the other. Then grasp and grope her sweet cheeks. Her gray slacks hug her ass so nicely. Riding up and accentuating her shape perfectly.

 

I kneel down and sink my nose in to get another whiff of her crotch. I just can’t get enough. Then I scoot my hands under her belly, struggling for a minute but finally getting at her pants unbuttoned in the front.

 

I reach up and dig my fingers under her waistband, slowly sliding her pants down. My face inches from her butt, ready for the reveal.

 

The top of her panties. Black. A thong! It must be to prevent panty-lines since she wears such tight pants. I pull down more. Pale cheeks. Tan lines part way down them where she wears a bikini. Her thong disappears up between her thick cheeks. A few little dimples on her plump ass. She’s not quite fat, but wow she’s packing so much in these pants. Wide hips. Juicy asscheeks that just spill out as I pull down.

 

I grab a handful, her smooth skin is almost too sexy. It squishes and spills out around every finger as I grip hard. I slap with my other hand, watching them jiggle for a ‘second’.  I lower her pants down under both asscheeks and use the waistband to lift them up and down, bouncing them in front of my awe-struck face.

 

I kiss and bite into a cheek as I lower her pants down out of the way. Then I part her ass with both hands. Inspecting my teacher, invading her most private area. Her thong is just  enough to cover her asshole. But little stray hairs stick out around it. Dark pubes. Trimmed pretty short, but not the tidiest. My cock twitches as I kneel there seeing what no one else is ever allowed to see. Her husband probably never even gets this close. She’s such a classy, well-maintained lady, but up close, she’s lewd.

 

Her panties barely cover her pussy, tight against it, the shape of her folds easily seen. More stray hairs. And then I catch a whiff. Her womanly scent is stronger. I notice a wet spot right in the middle of her crotch. I don’t hold back, I dive my face straight in. Wetness on my nose, more of her musk. I lick and smell like a rabid beast. She’s so sensual, her wet pussy begging for this treatment.

 

Her juices taste a bit sour, but not unpleasant at all. A sharpness that spurs me on, makes me dig my tongue into her more. I press hard against her panties, prodding my tongue at the hole beneath. The heat radiating off her is enough to melt my mind.

 

I reach up and yank her panties down, and my breath catches as I’m overcome with utter lust at the sight. Her pussy  is hairy, but trimmed and tidied up on the edges enough. A mature, natural look. The dark hairs are sticky with her juices. She’s really completely drenched down here. Her outer lips are puffy and full, and they part down the center, flowering open. Pink inner lips spill out slightly, small and delicate. Somehow, this thick, tall, stern woman has a ‘cute’ little vagina. Compact and elegant. But so wet.

 

I reach in and pull at her outer labia with my thumbs, parting her wider to really examine every private inch of her. Her lips part and I see further inside. Pink and sticky. My nose so close, I catch her full musk. My cock strains from the sensory overload. She literally couldn’t be any more fuckable. Absolutely begging for my cock.

 

I notice her little asshole above her cunt. Dark, wrinkly little hole. Clean-looking, but I don’t want to risk ruining such a perfect experience with anything foul. The sight is enough. I stay here just looking her up and down, totally enamored with my teacher, spread wide in front of me.

 

I take my index finger and shove in straight into her sopping pussy. She accepts me, practically sucks me in. I wiggle around, feeling her insides. Her juices coating my finger. I pull out and immediately replace it with my tongue, jamming my head forward aggressively. I lick and explore with wild fervor. My hands grasp her asscheeks, spreading her wide, giving me access to dig as deep as I can into her hole.

 

The flavor is different than most girls. A sharp spiciness, but in a good way. Her fluids are thin and flowing, not as creamy and viscous as some girls. I can’t get enough! She actually tastes kind of sweet! God it’s like her body was meant for this.

 

I lap and suck, filling the silent room with such nasty sounds as I kneel behind my teacher. Slurping away at her cunt with her helplessly bent over her desk. I start massaging her clit from below with one hand. My tongue sliding in and out of her wet folds.

 

Her juices seem to be flowing more and more. I have no idea how long I’ve been here. Having my way with her. Tongue fucking her. My head is dizzy with pleasure.

 

Finally I break away from her crotch. Her juices running down my chin. I slap her ass hard and stand. I wobble, light-headed, but then walk over to the chalkboard nearby, determined by an idea I just had. This board is never used anymore since classrooms have switched to screens, but there’s still some chalk on the ledge under it. I pick one up and return to Mrs. B.

 

The sight of her bent over, juices running down her inner thighs, it’s enough to give someone a heart attack. I pause and stare for a moment, trying to burn the image into my mind forever.  

 

Then I kneel down behind her again and raise the chalk. One hand grabbing an asscheek to pry her crack open. The other presses the tip of the chalk to her little brown hole. I twist and shove the chalk hard. It takes a bit of work, she’s super tight. It seems like she never  does anal. But eventually I feel it slide in. I press hard, giving it another twist. Then I put my thumb on the end and shove it all the way in. Just a bit of white shows, the chalk rammed all the way in her asshole.

 

“There, now you really do have a stick up your ass,” I smile and shake my head at the pathetic pun, glad no one can hear me.

 

I grab the scissors I used earlier and quickly snip her thong off, stuffing it in my pocket. A little bit of mischief never hurt anyone.

 

Then I reach down and pull up her pants, not bothering to button them. I get her back in her seat and try to recreate the exact position I remember her being in. Crossing her arms, getting her mouth closed again. Close enough I guess.

 

I walk back to my desk. I look down, some precum dripping onto the floor. Oh shit, I almost forgot to put my cock away.  I sit down and take a second to make sure everything looks good. Then I get a good view of the teacher, and I start time again.

 

She immediately erupts into a violent coughing spell, wheezing and almost choking for a second. The girl in the front stops reading aloud and goes to get up to help her teacher. But Mrs. B gets herself under control, patting her chest and covering her mouth. But her face is beet red. She’s visibly sweating now. And she lets out a weird stifled moan, trying so hard to turn it into more coughing, act like she’s still just clearing her throat. She squirms around in her chair, looking like she’s either going to pass out, explode, or both.

 

I bite my lip, trying so hard not to smile or react, but the whole class is completely distracted by the commotion at the front of the room to ever notice me anyway. So I reach down to rub at the tent in my pants, watching the teacher as she starts to struggle to her feet.

 

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Holly, keep reading, I just need to use the restroom real quick.” Her voice is thick with arousal. She’s absolutely on the verge of orgasm as she waddles toward the door. Oh you’re not getting away that easy, lady.

 

I stare at the clock again and quickly stop her dead in her tracks. I race up to the front of the room once again. This time I go search around her desk and find some tape at the bottom of a drawer. I return to her and carefully tape the floor around her feet, marking exactly where she stands. Then I make a mental note of roughly how her body is positioned. As long as I return her to as close to this position as possible, the little differences shouldn’t be too jarring.

 

Then I hug Mrs. B around the waist and fireman-carry her on my shoulder over to her desk.  I roughly plop her down right in the middle of her desk, pens and other supplies getting knocked out of the way in my haste, crashing and scattering across the floor. But I barely notice. I’m rabid with lust, only one thing on my mind. My heart is racing, breathing heavy as I start stripping out of my pants, unleashing my raging cock as my teacher waits helplessly before my eyes.

 

She lays in the middle of her desk, on her back. Her arms are outstretched above her head, legs bent at the knees over the edge of the desk in front of me.

 

I pounce  on her, groping at her shirt, hastily pulling it up, bunching it up out of the way around her neck as high as I can get it. Revealing those glorious breasts again. They sag slightly outward as she lies on her back, her hardened nipples just asking to be sucked on again. I dive on her to oblige, wrapping my mouth around one, flicking my tongue, my hand gripping and fondling the other tit.

 

I moan like an animal, sucking for a minute or two, but quickly stand upright again, shifting attention to her pants. I’d left them completely unbuttoned, and she hadn't even had a chance to remedy that yet. So I tug and yank them down her legs with little difficulty.

 

Her dumb expensive suede shoes are in the way, but I manage to get them off after a quick struggle. Off fly her pants. No panties since I stole them already.

 

And within ‘seconds’, I have my teacher almost completely naked on her desk, spread and exposed before me. A bit of pussy juice visibly dribbles down her cunt, practically begging to be fucked.

 

I don’t wait for permission. I lift up her thick thighs, spreading her wide in the perfect missionary position. I slap my pulsing cock down a couple times on her slick cunt, then thrust it in full-force. All at once, bottoming out in a single heavenly plunge. Like diving into the deep end of a warm pool. I let out a groaning sigh as her walls hug my dick on all sides, sucking me in with such longing.

 

Gripping her under the crook of her knees with both hands, holding her legs up and spreading her wide, I pull back and drive in again. Then again and again. Mercilessly pummeling my teachers wet pussy, her desk rattling and creaking under her. Her insides getting wetter with each thrust, pleasure building in her body whether she wants it to or not.

 

Wet sloppy sounds fill the room, slapping of thighs, her cunt dripping juices down her crack and onto the desk below her. Her face holds the same expression it had when I stopped time, but it keeps getting pinker. Her skin getting slick with sweat. Her whole body assaulted with rising pleasure as I continue to pound away.

 

I have no way of knowing how long I’ve been at it, but my cock feels like it could explode at any second. I pause a few times  to hold myself back, wanting to savor every bit of this amazing woman for as long as I can.

 

I let her legs drop down and dangle over the edge of the desk, leaning my upper body down to lay on top of her. Belly to belly, I grasp at her sweet breasts. Slide my hands along her naked flesh and hard nipples. She’s damp with sweat as I lean my face down and taste her skin. Kiss and lick across tits, between cleavage, up to her soft neck. Her smell is thick and hot, feminine and raw. I smother myself into an armpit, breathing in her musk, exploring every inch of her one last time.

 

I pump in and out of her hole, inching closer to climax each time. I kiss at her neck, nuzzling and relishing in her motherly body. She’s perfection. I could live this frozen moment forever, die happy right here and now.

 

I stand myself upright and pull out of her. My body starts to seize up, every muscle tensing, my cock pulsing as I stroke it with my hand in a frenzy. I grunt and let go, shooting my seed across her body. It jets out, landing in the middle of her breasts. Another shot across her stomach. Pooling into her little belly button. Stream after stream, my knees almost giving out as I stand there twitching over her. It drips down her hips. Globs onto her damp pubes. I groan in euphoria.

 

I stand there for a minute, letting my spent cock rest on her slit. Oozing the last bit of jizz out onto her mound as I gaze at the wonder laying before me. Mrs. B, the most perfect woman I’ve ever encountered. Who would have thought. My breathing slows, heart rate starts to subside and I tenderly massage her legs, her soft hips.

 

I take my time getting things cleaned up. Doing my best to eliminate any sign of my activities. I get my teacher dressed, although still missing bra and panties. I reposition her carefully and remove the tape from the floor.

 

I go sit back down and look at the sight at the front of the room. My teacher stands right where she was before I froze her. But her face is flushed and sweaty, her hair disheveled. Such a good look for her, sexy but also cute. I sigh and glance around one more time to make sure all is in order.

 

Then I start time and watch the fireworks.

 

The sounds of the world erupt around me, everything blasting back into subtle motion. And immediately Mrs. B stumbles, caught right in the middle of rushing across the front of the classroom, trying to escape to the bathroom. She doesn’t make it, her knees wobbling, her whole body swaying around. Her hands thrust down to grip at her lower belly.

 

No noise at first, her initial reaction is just to crinkle her face up adorably, her mouth open wide in shock and pleasure. She stops dead in her tracks and stands there for a split second, as every single feeling I implanted in her all comes rushing at her at the same time. Finally she exhales and lets out an inadvertent moan of ecstasy, a raspy guttural sound. I can’t believe my ears, such a classy woman coming to orgasm right in front of us.

 

Her eyes pinch shut tight, one hand clamping over her mouth, the other grasping at her belly as she shakes and trembles, straining to hold it in and not humiliate herself in front of her students. She turns toward the board, trying to shrink away from our eyes, stifling her husky moan into her hand.

 

Holly, the girl in the front row, rushes to her feet to help. Students around me gasp and whisper, shooting shocked glances at each other.  I crane my head to continue watching.

 

Mrs. B falls to her knees, face leaning against the wall. She shakes and gyrates gently, unable to hold it in. Her hips grinding. She reaches a hand back to cover her butt, no doubt getting the full feeling of the stick of chalk I shoved in there. And it’s faint, but I notice a small wet spot appear at her crotch as she kneels there.

 

 Holly quickly reaches her and helps her cover up and rush out of the room. No one has any idea what just happened. Whispers of “peed herself” and “passed out” and “is she ok?” circulate the panicked room.

 

I smile, the only one who knows exactly what happened. How I just explored and dominated our teacher, forced her to mind-bending orgasm right in front of us.

***

 

Mrs. B called off ‘sick’ the rest of that week. A few students were given detentions for spreading ‘rumors’ that she had an orgasm during class. I worried at first that I might have taken things too far, ruined this woman’s life.

 

But when she returned the next week, she played it really cool. Joked about it. Able to laugh at herself when students brought it up, teasing them right back. She was different after that. Nice. Chill. No longer uptight. She ended up being many students’ favorite teacher.

 

And she had no idea why she would get such sudden feelings of pleasure from time to time. Every time she seemed to be having a bad week, seemed in a bad mood, a rush of excitement would suddenly come over her. And she would race off to the restroom to find herself wet and exhausted from an unexplained orgasm.

 

She got a divorce later that year, but always commented on how free and happy she was now. And looking back, she ended up being one of my fondest memories of my senior year.