Erotic Snapshots: A compilation of short-scene erotica stories

2.1 Her Best Student

The fifth period warning bell rings, letting students know they have two more minutes before class officially starts. Ms. Lisa sits at her desk, getting her lecture notes together, as her students casually file in and find a seat.

The room is always kept pretty dark, the blinds closed and lights off, with only the projector light to illuminate the classroom. The horny teens love it because they are constantly groping and touching each other in her classes, and Ms. Lisa is completely clueless about it. More commonly than not, many of the boys in her class rub one out under their desks to their naughty fantasies of her.

Waylon, the hottest guy in school, is in Ms. Lisa's fifth period calculus class. Sitting in the far corner of her classroom, he's been blowing loads to his nasty thoughts of her all year long. He can't get enough of her busty chest on her petite frame with an ass so round and perky, he swears he could bounce a quarter off it. And her gorgeous face, she's got a smile that makes him think she's a goddamn angel on earth.

After Ms. Lisa finishes her lecture, she leaves the projector on to show a couple of sample problems for the class to work through before doing the ones in the book. She walks around the classroom, stopping to explain things to students who seek her help.

Waylon, already a top student in her class, decides to raise his hand to get her attention. Ms. Lisa pauses as she sees his hand raised and walks towards his desk slowly. Even though she's older and his teacher, she's not blind to his attractiveness. She tries her best to act unaffected by his seductive demeanor.

"Yes?" She asks, her heart racing when she approaches his desk. Waylon grins mischievously and points at the page in his textbook, "I'm having trouble figuring out this problem. Show me how to do it?" Ms. Lisa leans over slightly to look at the textbook problem, giving him a clear view into her blouse. "Let me see," she whispers softly. His eyes drop to the sight of her voluptuous chest.

Then, he moves to hold up his book closer to her face and slyly brushes his knuckles across her bust. "Sorry," he says with a smirk. Ms. Lisa gasps quietly as his hand and book press against her briefly. She feels a sudden rush of warmth between her legs. Students around them are too focused on their work or other things to notice the inappropriate interaction happening right under their noses. "It's fine," she stammers.

With the textbook up in front of her chest, Waylon moves the eraser end of his pencil to fondle her breast through her blouse. Ms. Lisa's breath hitches as she feels the end of his pencil gently rub against her n****e. She freezes for a moment, torn between stopping him and giving in to the forbidden pleasure. Her n*****s hardened instantly under his touch.

"You see here?" she points to the book and tries to keep her voice steady. "Where?" he plays dumb, and then puts down his pencil to pinch her hardened peak. "Oh, here?" he says as he continues to fondle her tit. A soft moan escapes her lips as Waylon pinches her n****e. She bites her lip to stifle any more sounds.

Her hands shake slightly at the problem pointed out in the textbook. She's having a hard time concentrating on explaining the solution with Waylon's fingers toying her n****e. He smirks up at her and squeezes her tit once more before pointing at the textbook problem. He asks inquisitively, "Oh, yes?"

Ms. Lisa nods quickly, her face flushed and cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal. "Yes, exactly," she whispers hoarsely. His mischievous smirk didn't leave his face. "How do I work it out?"

Waylon moves his hand back to her breast, slowly working it out of her blouse and pinching its n****e, noting how tiny and hard it is between his fingers. Ms. Lisa's mind goes blank. She can't think straight anymore and leans down closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper, "You... you take the square root of both sides..."

He nods and moves his mouth over her hardened peak and sucks it into his mouth. "Mhm," he hums with his mouthful of her heavy breast. "Oh, god," she softly cries, barely managing to keep standing as he sucks on her n****e in front of the entire class.

She wants to push him away, but instead, she places her hand on his shoulder for support. Her voice trembles as she tries to maintain her appearance. "Then divide by four..." Waylon hums and nods, sucking her peak like he's trying to draw out milk. Her legs shake as he sucks her tit like a starving baby. She's completely lost at the moment, forgetting about the class. Ms. Lisa's other hand reaches out to gently stroke his hair, pulling him closer to her breast. "And that's the answer," she finishes.

Waylon sucks in more of her breast before releasing it from his mouth with a loud pop. His naughty gaze, watching how responsive she is to him, gets his d**k hard. Her exposed breast glistens from his saliva and her n****e is red and sensitive. She quickly tries to put her shirt back in place, but her hands are shaking too much. She's clearly struggling not to melt right there in front of the class. "You... you got it now?" A wicked smirk still playing on his lips, he innocently says, "I think so. I meet need some extra help after class though."

Ms. Lisa's heart races at his implication. She knows she should say no, but her body is screaming yes. She leans down close to Waylon's ear and whispers, "Come to my office after school. We'll review this lesson in private." She stands up straighter, fixing her shirt and trying to compose herself. He grabs her wrist before she walks away and places her hand on his massive erection straining against his pants. "I can't wait," he whispers back and throws her a wicked wink.

She softly gasps at his bold touch, feeling his hard c**k through his pants. Her eyes dart around nervously, before she squeezes his erection gently, giving him a little stroke then pulling away. "Don't make me regret this," she threatens, trying to maintain some semblance of authority before she walks away. Waylon growls before he beams, "I promise you won't. I just want to be your best student."

She smiles softly at his innocent expression because she has no idea how devilish he can be. Ms. Lisa laughs softly, "You're my best student already." She winks at him, already loving his smart mouth and sweet face that hides a dirty mind.

At the end of class, Waylon stops at Ms. Lisa's desk before exiting the classroom, "I can't wait to dive into your private lesson after school." She watches as he leaves, her heart pounding in her chest. She can't believe she's actually doing this. She imagines his face between her thighs, that naughty mouth kissing her p***y. She shifts in her seat, feeling wetness soak through her panties. "God, get a grip," she mutters to herself.

Waylon arrives fifteen minutes early to her office. He couldn't stop thinking about all the things he was going to do to her. He knocks on her door and hears her call out, "Come in." She's sitting at her desk, pretending to grade papers but is fantasizing about his touch instead. She stands up as Waylon enters, her heart fluttering like a schoolgirl, "You're early."

With a wicked smirk on his face, "Yeah, I've been thinking about f*****g you all afternoon." She swallows hard, watching him close the door behind him. The way he is looking at her, so confident and hungry, sends shivers down her spine. She sits back down slowly, trying to maintain some professionalism, "Well, let's get started."