Sex with my Student

Please note this story is purely fictional, based on a fantasy I dreamed up after participating in a class and fantasizing about the teacher. i hope you enjoy, and please remember to vote and comment.

I noticed his cheeks go flush red as I spoke with him. It wasn't the first time I'd noticed Dayton blush in my presence, nor was it lost on me that I caught him looking at my body occasionally. I was flattered, but also confused as to why a 21-year-old would be remotely interested in a 51-year-old married woman. 

I teach CPR courses along with some other medical related courses from time to time, and Dayton had taken a few of my classes recently. 

Dayton was a big strapping kid, a textbook redneck as it were. At well over 6 feet tall and sturdy, he towered over most. He was an avid outdoorsman, hunter, fisherman and camper, amongst other things, and took my courses to better his emergency preparedness as well as help him at his workplace. 

I wasn't shy about saying that I was married, often interjecting stories involving my husband and I in medical situations, and I wore my ring all the time, so I was still a bit baffled by Dayton's reaction when I spoke with him. It wasn't the first time I'd had men in my classes react as such, and I generally chalked such reactions up to a crush, or simply a shy man who doesn't do well talking with women. I assumed Dayton to be no different than the others, but his shyness prevented him from speaking much so I really didn't know what his story was. 

I was flattered by Dayton's reactions. I started to delight in the reactions I would get out of him, the blushing, becoming flustered when answering me, catching him checking me out, and as a result, I started to enjoy teasing him a bit when I could. When no one else would see, I'd wink at him, lick my lips, stare at his big body. It was hard not to giggle when he'd get flustered in return. In hindsight, what happened later was as much my fault as anyone's. 

When my latest course was announced, I was happy to see that Dayton had signed up again. The day the class started, Dayton was there in his seat and turned red as usual when I walked in. I had to admit to myself that I got a little turned-on at his reactions, knowing that they were most likely due to a crush he had on me. 

As the latest course progressed, it became clear that Dayton was having some difficulty keeping up with some of the concepts and procedures, and when the exam time rolled around, he failed, much to his dismay. He's always passed my other courses, but not by a large margin, and this course was an advanced one on emergency first aid. After the exam, I asked Dayton to stay late to discuss his exam. I really wanted him to pass and I knew he tried really hard and could pass with some extra help.

"Dayton, as you know, you didn't pass this one." He shook his head solemnly, acknowledging my words as he stared at the floor. "I can give you another crack at the exam, but I want to help you get more prepared for it. After all, these skills will be vital in your job and you need to really understand them." He nodded again. "What I propose is that I give you some tutoring to get you proficient. What do you think?"

Dayton looked up at me, a big smile on his face, "I'd love that!"

"Good. My schedule is pretty flexible right now with this course wrapping up. What do you think about tomorrow night? We can meet here in this classroom again." I suggested.

"That would be fantastic!" Dayton replied, throwing his arms around me and nearly crushing my tiny frame against him. Upon hearing me gasp, he released me and stepped back, "Oops, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that."

"It's okay Dayton. You just have to remember how much bigger you are than me."

Dayton turned crimson red again and fell silent. 

"So, I'll see you here tomorrow night. How's 7pm?" I asked. 

"Perfect. See you then." He replied. 

That night, I reflected on just how big a kid Dayton was, feeling a bit sore from his bear hug earlier. I knew he was big, but when he wrapped his arms around me, I realized just how much larger and stronger he was than me. I'd also noticed his manly, musky smell, something I hadn't contemplated before being against his chest. To be quite honest, it all turned me on. I already loved the visible reactions I got from Dayton and his crush, but now I noticed him as a man and it excited me a bit. 

I arrived early the next evening and set things up in the classroom. The room I taught my classes in was an annex, attached to the main building, and as such was at the far end of the main building. I liked that it was there because my classes were rarely interrupted by anyone passing by. 

Shortly before 7, Dayton arrived. "Thank you again for doing this for me. I really need to pass this course."

"No problem at all. I teach so my students understand. I want you to succeed, so this is equally important to me." I assured him. 

We discussed concepts and procedures, and it seemed like he was getting a far better grasp on it all. We moved along to the practical applications portion. I pulled out one of my training dolls and quizzed him on some scenarios. Dayton was doing better than he had the day before, much better.

"Dayton, you're doing really well. Why did you have such a hard time yesterday?" I asked. 

"I have a hard time with tests and..." his voice trailed off. I waited patiently for him to resume. 

"And?" I asked finally.

"Well, I get flustered around you." he replied. 

This was no surprise to me at all, so I asked,  "Why?"

"I don't know. I mean," he paused, "I think you're really pretty, and I just get sort of tongue tied, but about everything I'm doing."

I was quite flattered, "Dayton, you don't need to be flustered around me."

"I know, but I am. I try not to be, but I am."

"Well," I paused, searching for a way to help him, "what if we worked on getting you more comfortable around me, and women in general? I'm concerned about your abilities if you had to deal with a woman patient, like me."

Dayton seemed to contemplate my words. I then went to my case and pulled out a few medical scenarios. "How about we try a couple of these on me rather than the doll? Then you'll have to work through this and be more comfortable when you take the test again." I didn't wait for his response. I turned to the piece of paper and told him the scenario which involved a patient with a broken arm. I sat on the floor on the foam mat and pretended to be in pain.

Dayton went through the procedures; redder than ever as he began to put his hands on me to assess and treat my "injury". I noticed him looking down my blouse from his towering height, not that he could see anything other than the tops of my breasts. I was flattered. He continued the process, still taking glances at my body when he thought I wouldn't notice. I found myself slightly aroused. Once he'd completed stabilizing my arm, I told him he'd done very well. "See?" I assured him, "You got this! Ready for another?"

Dayton nodded, a big smile on his face.

As it happened, the next scenario in the stack was a broken femur due to falling from a tree. This would require him feeling my upper thigh to assess the injury. I'd worn jeans that night, so I contemplated moving along to the next page because he was supposed to cut the jeans away, but I was overcome by the need to put Dayton under intense pressure, and at the same time, I was excited at the prospect of making him even more aroused and seeing his reaction. Truth be told, I was quite flattered by his attention.

I asked Dayton to leave the room while I set up for the scenario, then called him in when I was ready. I pretended to be in pain, holding my leg and also complaining of other pain.

Dayton entered perfectly, asking how I'd sustained my injuries. I told him that I'd fallen from the tree and had some aches, but that my leg was really sore and that I couldn't put any weight on it. He asked a few other pertinent questions, then asked if he could check my leg. I agreed to his request and he pretended to touch my leg. The shade of red that boy's cheeks were was about as red as I've ever seen. I also noticed his hands trembling.

"No, don't pretend. You want to do things the right way. You have my permission to touch my leg."

Dayton paused, "I think I screwed up. I should have cut the leg of your jeans away first."

"You didn't screw up; you remembered in time. Yes, you're supposed to cut them away, but I'm not going to have you cut my jeans." I chuckled, suddenly overcome with the desire to push things as far as I could. "I'll take them off as though you'd just cut them off. Geez, I'm being a bit of a hypocrite after telling you not to pretend." I giggled. I stood as Dayton stayed on his knees on the matt, then grabbed my button and unfastened it, then slowly lowered my jeans. Dayton was staring directly at my panties as the red lace came into view, and he never deviated from staring at them. I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them to the side, then sat back down in front of him. I couldn't have chosen my panties better if I'd planned to tease him. They were a very small pair of red panties with a lace border. "There, you just cut the leg away, now you can continue."

"Okay miss, I'm, I'm, I'm j-just going to feel your leg for injuries. Please let me know if it hurts at any point." He reached forward and squeezed my ankle. "Does that hurt?" Dayton's hands were trembling like a leaf in a windstorm. Even when he was squeezing my ankle, I could feel his hands vibrating.

I shook my head to indicate that it didn't hurt. He continued up my lower leg, again asking if it hurt. I shook my head again. I noticed Dayton staring at my leg and higher between them. I momentarily looked at his groin and noticed his pants tented. I realized just how aroused he must be. It excited me, but I suddenly felt very exposed.

Dayton paused at my knee, "Does this hurt?" as he squeezed it.

"No, higher." I replied. "It hurts up here." I motioned to my upper thigh.

His trembling hands moved higher still. "Now?" he asked.

I shook my head, "No, higher." I suddenly realized that I was intentionally wanting his hands to move higher than they should, but that didn't stop me.

His hands moved higher and he had to shuffle on his knees to get closer to me. "Now?"

"No, higher."

Dayton moved higher, squeezing my thigh. He was now inches from my panties. I could hear his breath quickening. "Now?" he asked in an uncertain voice.

"Higher" I now knew I was crossing a line I never crossed before, and shouldn't have been doing, teasing this poor boy. I wanted his fingers as close to my forbidden area as possible without letting him touch me there. I was flattered that such a strong, good-looking, young man would react this way to a much older, married woman. In a moment of clarity, I realized I had gone too far.

Before I could stop and correct my actions, Dayton pushed forward, moving on top of me as he pushed me onto my back and planted his lips on mine.

"No! That's too far Dayton." I protested as he continued to kiss my mouth. I felt his huge frame on top of my tiny one, and felt one of his hands slip up my side and onto my breast which he grabbed tightly.

I tried to push him back off me, but he was easily more than twice my weight and very strong. I tried to protest more, but his mouth covered mine. He was between my legs and I was powerless.

Dayton was moving around and when I felt the heat of his cock against my thigh, I realized he'd pulled his pants down. I gasped at the touch of it against me. I managed to move my mouth from his, "Dayton, I'm married. Stop this!"

He acted as though he didn't hear a word I'd said as his fingers grabbed at my panties between my legs, pulling them to the side.

"I said no! Don't!" I yelled, "Help! Someone help me!" Unfortunately, it was late, and the location of this room made it unlikely anyone would hear through the closed, solid door. I tried to push him off me again but it was an act in absolute futility. His outdoor lifestyle had made him a very strong man.

He moved upward so that I was looking at his upper chest as I suddenly felt the head of his cock touching my entrance. I gasped again, trying to squirm away but I was helpless as I felt him push forward, parting my lips. My earlier arousal made it easy for Dayton to start into me. As he pushed forward again, I realized that his cock must be very wide, stretching me and taking the breath from me. He took my hands into his and pulled them up over my head, wrapping his huge hands around mine, another show of how much larger he was than my petite 5'8" frame.

Dayton paused, looking down at me as he lifted himself slightly. I looked up at him, "Please don't do this. Please. I'm married" I pleaded. I suddenly wondered whether I really didn't want this, or whether I didn't want this because I was married and didn't want to explain it to my husband. He tightened his grip on my hands, pushing his fingers between mine so that they were interlaced, then he pushed all the way into me in one long thrust. I couldn't believe the feeling of his big cock stretching me and touching places inside that my husband never had. I moaned!

He started to pull back, then pushed into me again. I moaned again, surprising myself. Dayton started to fuck me hard, pounding his big cock deep inside. Despite the incredible feeling he was giving me, I knew this had to stop. I started to push back again, thrusting my hips up and squirming. His cock slipped from inside me when he pulled back and then I fought for all I had. I managed to get out from under him and immediately flipped over to my tummy to get to my knees and up so that I could either run, or attempt to reason with him, but before I got to my knees, I felt his hand wrapped around my ankle. He pulled me towards him as though pulling a 10-pound branch and then he was suddenly on top of me.

Dayton grabbed my arms again, pulling them up over my head and holding them there with one of his hands as his feet and legs pushed mine apart again. His cock thrust at me, but my panties were in the way now. I felt him grab the flimsy fabric, then in a sudden movement, he tore them off me completely, the thin fabric making a loud noise as it tore apart, leaving me completely exposed. Then, just as quickly, he thrust inside me again. I hate to admit that he felt incredible, but my guilt was preventing me from simply enjoying him. I was disgusted with myself for getting into this position. I teased this young boy, then practically invited him to touch me intimately. Now I was trying to stop him from doing what he probably thought I was wanting him to do in the first place. I had crossed many lines, and now the sanctity of my marriage. At the same time, I was loving the passion and desire that he was showing me which I'd not felt in years from my husband. "No. Please Dayton. I'm married" I protested again weakly, not believing my own words.

He panted into my ear from behind, "I know you are, but you want this miss. You've been teasing me for ages, and then taking off your pants today, wearing those little panties and telling me to touch you there. You practically begged me to do this."

He was right, I had practically begged him. I'd teased him, undressed in front of him, told him to touch me. Truth was, I loved the attention. Everything he'd said was the truth except for the panties which were a coincidence. I realized my mistakes and accepted that I really did want this. It was the guilt I didn't want later. He was fucking me from behind, bouncing his pelvis off my butt with each thrust, his cock still touching me where no one else ever had, deep, deep inside. I moaned again as I felt sudden waves of pleasure washing over me as I accepted and began to enjoy the sensations he was giving me. "Dayton" I said quietly, breathlessly, "fuck me. Please fuck me. You feel so good."

With renewed enthusiasm, he fucked me even harder, pounding my little pussy with all his might. I felt pain and pleasure from him stretching me and hitting my insides so hard. I was also grateful for the foam beneath me. Without it, my hips would have been in agony. I suddenly felt waves of pleasure take over my body as I started to shake uncontrollably as I suddenly climaxed. Dayton's pace never slowed, filling me completely with each thrust.

"Jeezes miss. Oh shit!" he cried out. I felt him pin me hard against the floor as he buried himself fully inside me. The sudden flood of heat in my tummy, along with the swelling and throbbing of his cock told me that he'd just released inside me. It was incredible! As he was still filling me, I could already feel some of his semen leaking from inside me. His body shook, his breathing rapid and deep but slowing. He stayed there on top of me, inside me, holding my hands in his as I felt him slowly getting softer, then eventually sliding from inside me. "Damn, that was incredible. I've wanted you from the day I laid eyes on you" he whispered into my ear, then let my hands go and slowly as he climbed off me.

I laid there catching my breath, then rolled over and sat up, looking at him. Even soft, his cock was bigger than my husband's fully erect one. I stared at it, fixated as though in a spell. Soft, he was easily 8 inches, and very thick, with pronounced veins along the shaft. It still throbbed occasionally, and there was a small ribbon of semen hanging from the end of it.

Dayton noticed me staring and reached down and started to touch himself, slowly sliding his hand up and down the shaft. I continued to watch in awe as it grew again slowly. Now that I was seeing it, I couldn't believe it had been inside me. He was hard, easily 10 inches long and as thick as my little wrists, which was far too big for any cock! The veins now stood out even more, and the head was huge.

"Do you like it miss?" He asked sheepishly.

I replied without taking my eyes off it, "Yes, it's incredible. Can I taste it?"

Dayton laid back, still holding it with his hand and motioned with the other for me to come to him. I crawled over, sliding between his legs as I brought my hand to it, wrapping my tiny fingers around the base. They didn't even go all the way around his shaft! I started to stroke him and he removed his hand to give me room. I kissed it, then licked up the shaft and the head, noticing it was leaking. Like a starving animal, I licked up the pearl of nectar, then wrapped my mouth around the head. I'd never look at my husbands 5 inch cock the same way again.

"Oh fuck! Damn miss, that's amazing." he panted as I started to move my mouth up and down, trying to pull more of it into my mouth. Truth be told, I didn't get much more than the head into my mouth, which excited me and made me want to try even harder. I pushed down, gagging myself repeatedly as he moaned his pleasure again and again. "Can I?" he asked. I was confused, not understanding his question, nor really concerning myself with what he was asking. I was amazed and enthralled by his huge member and loved the pleasure I was giving him. "Oh, fuck miss!" he panted out between quick breaths.

I saw his arms move, then felt his big hands on my head. His palms cupped the sides of my head while his big fingers wrapped around the back. He started to thrust upwards as his hands started to push my head down to meet his thrusts. "Oh fuck. Can I?" he asked again. As I began to understand his question, he thrust harder, then pushed me down hard, gagging me as his cock forced its way to the back of my throat. Suddenly, he began to throb again. "Oh fuck! Yes!" I felt the sudden burst of hot semen filling my mouth as I noticed how thick and hard his cock had become. I tried to swallow, in vain, only managing to get some down my throat before most flooded out and down onto him. When his body stopped shaking and his cock stopped throbbing and pumping semen into my mouth, he released my head and I lifted my mouth off his cock. I saw the puddle of cum on his lower stomach and pubic hair, and I was overcome by the need to devour it all. I licked and sucked up everything I could, then licked his cock clean as I looked up at him, seeing him staring down at me and smiling.