XXX My Adventures In School (SUPER dirty 15+ please for girls and guys)

"A C-?! I can't get a C minus!" I explained in a huff. Mr Peters shook his head. "'I'm sorry, but I can't change it! It wouldn't be fair on the other students..."

God, that turned me on. The way he was so nice, understanding, courteous... yeah, okay, I had a huge crush on my teacher. But it wasn't like he was fifty or anything. His name was Sam Peters, and was 24. He had dark shaggy hair, glasses, and light stubble. When other students weren't around, he let me call him Sam.

The last student left, and I shut the door, glaring. "Well, then, we'll be in here a while listening to me explain why the mark is unfair, won't we?" Sam sighed and unfolded his arms. "Look, I'm sure that we can bump up your grade a little if you do some extension work...but I don't think I can get you an A." I pulled a sour face, but asked for the extension work anyway.

"Do you mind if I work in here, or do you need to be somewhere?" I asked.
"No, it's fine." Sam said, so I went away at my English work, frowning and biting my pencil. I couldn't stop thinking about him, about how I could smell him and how he had lightly brushed my hand when handing me the assignement.

I couldn't help myself but glance up at him, and he was looking at me. He instantly looked away, and I smiled. Oh how I wish that he had been perving on my low cut top or something.

I stood up and handed it back to him. "I hope this is enough," I sighed. "I really wanna get in to a good college..." "You'll do great, Jess. I just know you;ll get in to the best of the best college's." I glanced up at him and smiled, and he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

Without thinking, I pressed a gently kiss to his lips, but broke it instantly, an apology on my tongue. But before I could get a word out, Sam's lips crushed mine, and his hands locked around my waist, one drawing my leg up around his hip, the other sliding up to the back of my head. My hands tangled in his hair, and I moaned at how good he tasted.

He finally broke the kiss, panting a little. "I'm so sorry," He said, eyes wild. He backed up a little. "I shouldn't have...and we just...you should go now-" I cut him off with another kiss, and there was no stopping this one. He moaned in to my lips, and our tongues twisted together. My hand found his jeans and rubbed his crotch, and he twisted his hand in my hair, rubbing the back of my leg seductively while his lips moved with mine.

"Jess.." "Shh." He broke the kiss to catch his breath, kissing down my neck and jaw line. I pulled myself closer against him. "Sam..."

"We shouldn't be doing this-"
"I know-"
"Let's not-"
"We shouldn't-"

Our lips met again, and Sam picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me and set me down on his desk, and hurried to help me unbutton my blouse.

Once it was undone, he stared at my chest, and I undid my bra before grabbing his hands and holding them to my bréasts, moaning. He started to grópe and massage them, rubbing circles in my nípples with his thumbs until they were sharp enough to cut glass.

He let go of me to take off his shirt, and I grabbed my bóobs, moaning when I saw his perfect chest. I ran my hands down it, and he caught them, bringing them to his lips. I got up on my knees and kissed him again while he gróped me. We both let out a moan, tasting each other's tongues.

I undid my skirt and took it off, and Sam cupped my dripping pússy through my black lace pánties, grinning and kissing me.

I grabbed his hand and led it down through the pánties, and he responed by sticking a finger up there. I moaned loudly, and he swirled the finger around, my juices flowing. He pushed some more up there, 2, 3, 4, and then the whole fist was pumping and I was almost screaming. He shushed me gently, and took his fist out, tongue lapping.

"Mmm," He said. "You taste good."

I raised an eyebrow and climbed off of the desk, pushing him in to his desk chair. Raising an eyebrow, I slid down on my knees and unbuttoned his pants. He let out a soft moan when I started to rub his boxers, and my hand increased. He somehow hardened even further, and I took them off, gasping. He was huge. "How big are you?" I mumbled, and he moaned, "Eleven inches right now."

I grabbed his rock hard cóck in my hand and started to rub back and forth, giving a hand jób. He moaned, and I gently kissed up it, watching it harden and jump further to attention. I licked it gently, and Sam let out a strangled gasp. Just on the head I gave an experimental suck, before closing my mouth over the whole thing and sucking, moving my head back and forth and tightening my lips as hard as I could.
Sam groaned loudly and grabbed my head, guiding it while he moaned.

After a while I started to deep throat him, and he started to really push and pull my head until he came in my mouth. I swallowed it all, still sucking, and he moaned my name while I sucked him dry. He was still hard when I pulled away, and he lifted me up on to his desk, moaning in a whisper in my ear, "Let me return the favour..."

He took off my panties and fingered me, before taking each of my legs and placing them on his shoulders as he slid the desk chair in to the desk.
He kissed my pússy lips, and gave a tiny lick, asking for entry, which i quickly gave.

He held my soaking wet pússy open with two fingers and his tongue went in, darting and flickering over my dripping walls, flicking around every inch. I bucked as he hit my spot, and he continued to suck and lick my clít and up and down my slít.

I moaned, almost screaming out, and bucked, arching my back as I came in his mouth, Sam continuing to suck.

He got up and kissed me, and I licked his lips clean, moaning as his finger rubbed my pússy, putting pressure on my already sensitive clít.

I rubbed his gigantic cóck again, and he lay me down on the desk, mumbling, "Are you sure?" I nodded, biting my lip, and cried out as he entered me, his enormous cóck penetrating every inch of my pússy and striking up all the way through.

I gripped his áss and held on as he rode me, and he gripped my bóobs, moaning my name.

When we were both done he flipped me over and I got on my hands and knees, allowing him back entry. He entered me again, and I moaned as he grinded me.

Once he was done with that I pushed him in to his desk chair and climbed on to his lap, pushing him inside of me. I started to slowly ride him, and his moans increased as I sped up. Soon I was wildly straddling him, my hips bucking as I orgásmed time and time again, húmping him still even when he dug his nails in to my áss and tipped back his head, moaning loudly.

We both reached our clímax at around the same time, and I collapsed on top of him, his cóck still inside of me as we both lay, panting.