The bell rang and the classroom emptied fast, but Jake stayed in his seat like he always did on Thursdays. Mrs. Harlan noticed. She shut the door, locked it, and turned around with that look she saved just for him. "You again," she said, dropping her stack of papers on the desk. "Couldn't wait to get me alone, could you?"
Jake stood up, cock already half-hard in his jeans. "You know why I'm here."
She smiled, quick and dirty, and unbuttoned the top of her blouse. "Then come take it."
He crossed the room in three steps and grabbed her by the hips, yanking her against him so she could feel how stiff he was. Mrs. Harlan moaned low in her throat and ground her pelvis forward, rubbing her skirt-covered mound over the bulge. "Fuck, you're always so hard for me," she muttered, reaching down to squeeze his cock through the denim. "Pull it out. I want it in my hand."
Jake unzipped and freed his thick shaft. She wrapped her fingers around it right away, stroking slow and tight, thumb sliding over the wet head. "Look at this cock," she said, voice husky. "Bet you jerk off thinking about fucking your hot teacher, don't you?"
"Every night," he answered, pushing two fingers under her skirt and finding her already soaked panties. He shoved them aside and sank two fingers straight into her pussy, pumping hard. She was dripping, tight walls clenching around his knuckles.
Mrs. Harlan gasped and stroked him faster. "Get these clothes off me. Now."
He ripped her blouse open, buttons scattering, and yanked her bra down so her heavy tits spilled out. He sucked one nipple hard while he finger-fucked her, then spun her around and bent her over the desk exactly the way he'd pictured all semester. Her skirt flipped up, ass presented. He tore the panties down her thighs and left them around her knees.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.
She did, and he lined up and drove his cock balls-deep into her wet cunt in one thrust. Mrs. Harlan cried out, gripping the edge of the desk. "Yes, fuck me," she hissed. "Harder. Use that young dick."
Jake pounded into her, the desk scraping across the floor with every slam. Her pussy made wet, filthy sounds around his shaft. He reached under and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he fucked her, making her legs shake. "You like getting railed by your student?" he growled.
"Love it," she panted. "Love this thick cock stretching my cunt. Don't stop."
He pulled out, spun her, and lifted her onto the desk. Her legs went around his waist and he sank back inside, fucking her at a brutal angle that made her tits bounce. She grabbed his hair and kissed him messy, tongues sliding, while her pussy squeezed him on every stroke.
"Fuck, I'm close," she warned. "Make me come on your cock."
Jake hammered faster, thumb still working her clit. Mrs. Harlan's whole body locked up, then she came hard, cunt pulsing and soaking his balls. She bit his shoulder to muffle the moan. He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release.
When she recovered she pushed him back into the teacher's chair and dropped to her knees. "My turn," she said, and swallowed his cock to the root. She sucked sloppy and deep, gagging herself, spit running down his shaft while her hand twisted at the base. Jake groaned and thrust into her mouth, fucking her throat until his balls tightened.
He pulled her up, bent her over the desk again, and drove back into her dripping pussy. This time he didn't hold back. He fucked her like he owned her, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass red. Mrs. Harlan pushed back to meet every thrust, begging for more.
"Come inside me," she demanded. "Fill your teacher's cunt."
Jake slammed in deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her. She milked him with her walls, taking every drop. When he finally pulled out, his load leaked down her thighs.
Mrs. Harlan turned, kissed him slow and filthy, and smiled. "Same time next week," she said, already tucking her tits back into her bra. "And next time, I'm riding you on the desk."
